anger doesn’t begin to cover where she mentally stands
with this, so far, THEORETICAL girl. she hasn’t seen her, hasn’t talked to
her, but oh she’s heard way too much about her from their mutual friend.
& from what she could tell, this new girl was breaking through the barrier of
dependency carmen’s enforced between herself & naïve, little anna. she
doesn’t handle change well when it’s not on her o w n terms & especially
when it tampers her playthings.
though before she has the shortsighted flower shut the
unwarranted nuisance out of her life as she’s had anna do to many others,
she wants to know who is, carmen feels, threatening her power over the
other girl. so of course the reasonable answer is to show up at the girl’s
doorstep sporting an innocent, floral dress & bear store-bought cookies
in a decorative plastic container, making it look as if she’s made them herself.
she’s put up her front, wanting to observe the other first. & when the door
opens, a well-feigned smile graces her lips.
❛ olivia? anna’s told me so much about you, i don’t think i’ve ever
seen her so happy to have a new friend. ❜ she makes sure to speak with
the most inviting tone she can muster in her riled state before holding up the
small container. ❛ & any friend of her is always a friend of mine. so.. i just
thought i’d stop by, bring some cookies. maybe we can talk. ❜
MOST DAYS WERE spent lazing about her family home ;
cellular device in hand, nimble digits going about their business,
sending messages here & there -- & this partly sunny day was
no exception ; well that was a lie, there was one exception. & that
came in the small form of ( anna ) -- the young brunettes
LATEST CONQUEST ; or, for a better word, ATTEMPTED conquest.
if the girl were to text her asking for her to come over, or come by
hers UNANNOUNCED, she'd drop everything & be the GOOD
FRIEND she feigns so well. so the moment she hears a rhythmic
rap on the door, it’s only natural for her to assume it’s anna.
with ONE SWIFT MOVEMENT, the oak-wood door swung open to
reveal someone she could only assume was selling girl scout
cookies ; that was until words began to SPEW from her lips. orbs
of brown narrow as she REGARDED the other female, words
reaching her ears PIQUED her interest, slightly --
❝ ---- you must be CARMEN then ; she does
NOTHING but talk my ear off about you ! ❞
of course she’s heard the name - frequently at that - much to the
girls hidden DISMAY. but the question that ACHED within her bones,
was how the other knew where she lived ? was anna’s little friend a
possible stalker ?? a curl to her lips occurred, an all too sweet smile,
one that could make anyone MELT. chocolate hues danced easily
between the container in hand, & the girl on her doorstep, before
slipping to the side. creating distance so she could enter her HUMBLE
ABODE.
❝ yeah, ‘course ! come on in. ❞
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