LOST AND INSECURE---, tag: addy/freya

you found me , i found god on the corner of first and amistad where the west was all but won. all alone, smoking his last cigarette. i said "where you been," he said, "ask anything." where were you when everything was falling apart? all my days were spent by the telephone that never rang and all i needed was a call that never came to the corner of first and amistad. lost and insecure, you found me, you found me lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded. why'd you have to wait? where were you? where were you? just a little late... you found me, you found me.demi never expected her life to be this way. her mind flashed back to the happiest moment of her life: her graduation from new york university in the top ten percent of her class, smiling at her family and friends, finally basking in the attention she so often desired. she would never imagine crawling-- yes, crawling-- back to ocean coast in the efforts of having a place to stay. since when did it become so fucking hard to find a job after graduating from college? she worked her ass off for four straight years filled with never-ending research papers, confusing labs, and mind-blowing lectures just to flush all her hard work down the drain. demi couldn't believe it. returning to ocean coast was most definitely number one on her list of things to never do again in her entire lifetime and yet, here she was, stuck in traffic on her way back from grocery shopping. to make matters worse, she wasn't even commuting back to a place she could call her own. thankfully, freya extended a warm welcome for demi to stay in her quaint apartment with open, loving arms and despite dreading her return to her hometown, she reluctantly enjoyed her sister's company. demi valued family over everything else in her life, even though she left after high school to new york. it wasn't that she wanted to distance herself from them, but she knew she had to make a name for herself, she needed to break free from the middle child syndrome and make her father proud. but none of it mattered because here she was, stuck in traffic. she groaned as she realized how metaphorically similar her current predicament was to her actual life. she sat bumper to bumper in continuous traffic while her life also stood at a halt. twenty-seven years of age and she couldn't even find a fucking man to settle down with. fuck. things were going downhill fast."go, you stupid fucker!" demi honked angrily, swerving around a pick-up truck with it's hazard lights on. "god, i hate fucking people." she stuck her middle finger up as she sped off towards freya's apartment complex parking area. finally. she made it. she quickly grabbed a bag of groceries and a bouquet of flowers while exiting her 2004 toyota camry. god. she really could use a fucking raise. her mind wandered to her douche bag fucker of a boss and how, in reality, she wouldn't get .1% of a raise even if she sucked his dick. what an asshole. sighing, she quickly took the elevator to the fifth floor and unlocked the apartment door. everything seemed awfully quiet, just as she had left it. demi internally prayed that freya wasn't in one of her depressed, wallowing moods that seemed to be happening way too frequently since demi moved in. she loved her baby sister, she really did, but she didn't know what to do anymore. none of her encouraging words could ever make freya feel good about herself. freya had grown up with an abundant amount of insecurities, and for what reasons demi knew not of. freya had everything; the looks, the brains, the talent. demi wanted to shake her, shake her extremely hard, and show her her amazing beauty. but nothing ever worked. freya's moods shifted often and demi never knew what she'd wake up to. she partly blamed herself for all of freya's mood changes and had even started saving up for her own apartment. maybe things would be better if she moved back to new york.demi dropped the grocery bag on the kitchen counter and went looking for an empty vase in the cupboard. once she found one, she rinsed it with water and placed the bouquet of flowers in it. ah. the perfect touch. she placed the vase in the middle of the living room table for freya to see. maybe that little bit of sparkle from the flowers would brighten her mood. since last night, demi had devised a plan to spend the day with freya, to take her shopping and to rent some movies, maybe go clubbing if freya was up for it. she just wanted to see her happy. after all, it's an older sister's duty to see her little sister smile. returning to the kitchen, demi opened the fridge and began taking out some eggs, milk, some bacon and sausages. ever since she'd move in with freya, demi stalked up the refrigerator with a variety of foods so that freya wouldn't go hungry. she worried about her, constantly, never exactly knowing if she could stomach food when she went through those bits of sadness and depression. the sound of bacon sizzling and eggs frying on the pans made demi's mouth water. she grinned smugly to herself, absolutely loving to play the part of a mother. maybe if she kept this up, she could actually find a man. well, it wasn't the 'finding a man' part that was difficult for demi; it was the keeping part she always struggled with. whistling to herself, she felt rejuvenated. this was going to be a good morning. she could just feel it. 855.  wearing.   i'm already lovinnn it

sleeping was probably the best thing in the world. and as of lately, whenever freya had a day off or a day she knew she didn’t have to go to work at the crack of dawn she would sleep in. but to be honest she could only dream of that today. Even in her sleep she knew that it would be an impossible dream: sleeping in, taking it easy, doing her stupid laundry in peace… all of that were just jokes. She could dream of that ever happening. she didn’t care if she would wake up around one in the afternoon as long as she had gotten some well needed rest. Most people would say her work wasn’t that hard and that she shouldn’t complain since she didn’t have to do any heavy lifting but what people didn’t seem to realize was that she ran around town more than a marathon runner ever would be capable of. there was always something: papers being dropped off, things to get picked up, errands, meetings, phone calls… just thinking about that would make her head spin. And she didn’t have to pretend that was a part of her life; she had the day off and was ever so grateful for it. just as she was grateful for the opportunity she had working for Jacob Laurent. It was like a dream; surreal and sometimes amazing, but thanks to the senior assistant it sometimes turned into a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. dreams were her escape and this dream was something she didn’t want to wake up from; sometimes her imagination would just create the perfect escape for her when she was sleeping and everything was, at that moment, perfect. Dreams just made her forget about reality and sometimes that was exactly what she needed. freya thought too much and at times her thoughts were dark and it drove her half insane.

Everything was Perfect at that moment, yes but freya was in for a crude awakening. She had grown into the habit of carrying her phone with her wherever she went and obviously she had it placed on the bedside table and when the phone rang she almost fell out of bed. ”holy…” she held her tongue and rubbed her face before answering the phone. ”hello?” she said in a sleepy voice. The person on the other end obviously didn’t care she had been sound asleep before calling her. she hardly said a thing to the person who had called her but a few muffled ”mhmm…” and ”aha…” that was it. she didn’t feel like talking just yet. she held the phone between her ear and shoulder as she picked up her oversized and comfortable grey sweatpants and pulled a big t-shirt over her head leaving her hair a mess on her head. She closed her eyes and hoped the person would soon be finished with this long speech so freya could actually say what she thought and get over with it. it was her day off and she couldn’t answer any of the questions that was thrown at her. why? because a) it was too early and she could hardly remember her own name and b) she didn’t have her boss’ schedule at hand so she couldn’t book the appointment the person on the phone asked her to. she should just stop answering her phone when she knew it was work related. But alas, she couldn’t do that. working as a personal assistant wasn’t exactly a nine to five job but the wished people could get it into their heads that she was just the junior assistant and was barely trusted to bring Jacob coffee. “no, sorry you’re gonna have to call the office because I can’t answer that question right now,” freya finally said as she walked into the living room.

With a sigh she hung up and put her phone down on the table. Flowers. She furrowed her brow. ”mimi?” she called out the silliest nickname she could ever have given her older sister. ”did someone send you flowers?” to be honest freya didn’t think that demi would buy flowers herself because somehow she didn’t realize that some people did that. freya didn’t buy flowers because they just died; she even killed cactuses. With a yawn she ran a hand through her long, messy blonde hair and found a hair band in the couch. okay, so, she was a mess and left things in the most random places but only because if she didn’t she would never be able to find them. ”it smells good,” she smiled as she put her hair up in a high ponytail. ”coffee,” freya then muttered like a zombie and started to open kitchen cabinets and looking for the coffee filters. she looked at her sister after roaming through half the kitchen cabinets and as she opened the cupboard where she usually only had pasta and rice she said: ”did you move the coffee filters? I can’t find them…” and of course right after she’d said that she found what she was looking for and sighed in resignation. That was so typical. ”never mind,” the youner blonde mumbled and started fiddling with the coffee maker, trying to put the coffee filter in and counting how many spoons of coffee powder she put in it wasn’t that easy when the smell of bacon made her stomach literally growl.

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you found me , i found god on the corner of first and amistad where the west was all but won. all alone, smoking his last cigarette. i said "where you been," he said, "ask anything." where were you when everything was falling apart? all my days were spent by the telephone that never rang and all i needed was a call that never came to the corner of first and amistad. lost and insecure, you found me, you found me lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded. why'd you have to wait? where were you? where were you? just a little late... you found me, you found me.she could get used to this, the whole cooking thing and all. she didn't quite mind it to be honest. demi had always considered herself a morning bird, waking up at the crack of dawn to go on her daily runs and get her day moving. she wasn't one to allow hours to pass without getting things done within them because what kind of fun could a person have if they left all their work to one day? demi believed there's a time for everything; a time to laugh, a time to cry, a time to read, a time to socialize, a time to shop, a time to study and this helped her keep her life on track. scheduling her life made things move so much more smoothly. if only freya agreed with her. that girl loved her sleep and fast asleep she was. but demi didn't mind being alone. actually, she quite enjoyed it. she welcomed being alone. after all, she was alone for the last three years of her life as she remained single. and people wondered why she was still a virgin. helloooo. three years of being single... of course she was still a virgin. maybe if she paraded around like a slut, guys would take her more seriously. fuck, she was thinking about it again. relationships, dating, marriage. fuck, fuck, fuck, maybe all this alone-time was messing with her head.seconds later, the sound of a phone ringing cut through sizzling bacon and eggs frying on the pans. who would be calling at this hour? demi looked at her phone from across the counter but the screen remained dark. hmm. quizzically, she turned off the gas from the stove and walked in the direction toward the living room. demi could hear some murmuring coming from freya's room. ahh, so sleeping beauty was awake. she wondered who would be calling her sister at this time of morning, but she quickly remembered freya was a working woman. a twenty-five year old working woman. a twenty-five year old working woman that wasn't a child anymore. being an older sister sucked. bittersweet feelings swept over demi as she walked back into the kitchen. they were all growing up so fast. the thirties were creeping up on demi and she'd almost forgotten about them. the thought of growing older scared her immensely. what did people in their thirties do for fun? did they still go clubbing? did they decide to go back to school to further their education? or maybe they settled down with a husband or wife and started a family... something very unfamiliar to demi. the thought of commitment frightened her, but at the same time, she desired it. she wanted to settle down, but didn't exactly know how to. maybe coming back to ocean's coast could teach her a thing or two about commitment. humph. she sighed to herself. or maybe it wouldn't.demi reached for the cabinet drawers above the stove for two plates. she'd bought them a couple of days ago at the store, hoping they'd brighten up the apartment. she began piling on mounds of eggs and bacon onto freya's plate, praying she'd actually eat it all. well, she'd soon find out. she heard her little sister shuffle into the living room, calling her by the silliest, but sweetest nickname from their childhood. demi turned around and smiled. "heeey, sleepyhead. glad to see you woke up alive! no, i bought the flowers. i thought they added a nice touch." she winked jokingly while placing the dirty pans in the sink. demi watched as her sister began looking for something throughout all the cabinets. it was probably the coffee filters. yep, freya couldn't live without the coffee. demi wasn't exactly a coffee person, but she did enjoy a latte every now and then. "i put them--" demi began, but ended her sentence once freya found them on her own. she grabbed the two plates of food and moved them to the living room table. she couldn't wait to dig in and see if her cooking abilities could land her a husband. she pulled out a chair and sat down, shoveling a fork full of eggs into her mouth. demi patted the seat next to her. "come sit next to me, freya!" 716.  wearing.   sorry it kinda sucks >:( THANKS EMILY @ ATF.

The blonde opened the fridge and pulled out the orange juice. She had a thing for fruit; juice, orange, fruit salads… anything with fruit in it really. it was like nature’s candy and she actually preferred it over actual sweets. She had never been a sweet tooth but she did love her popcorn… but that was almost sort of nature candy as well, right? but freya rarely ate sweets or candy, she wasn’t fond of pastry either. sure, ice cream was different. actually she even preferred frozen yoghurt over ice cream, but only because it was less fat in it. in freya’s mind she wasn’t skinny enough but thankfully she knew better than letting it get to her head. She would never be happy so she had just given up with her body completely. She went to the gym twice a week but only because she felt like she needed to exercise more. ”what’s up?” freya said as she took a seat next to her sister and placed her plate on the coffee table. ”I didn’t see you come in last night, were you on a date?” freya literally stuffed her face with the food demetria had cooked and swallowed it all down with a mouthful of the sour orange juice. She could smell the coffee now but it would be another five minutes until she had a pot of fresh coffee, oh how she wanted that. she only really drank coffee with her meals, and occasionally when she was seated at her desk. but that was it. she didn’t drink all that much of it but she really did need it in the mornings to kick start her head.

Living with her sister again had it’s perks: demi could cook whereas freya never really bothered with it. she knew how to cook she just never found it that appealing. And it made her feel less lonely, and that was what made her the happiest. She knew that she didn’t have to worry about coming home to an empty apartment and she didn’t have to worry about feeling left out because she had demi. She had never been the one to ever let anyone really into her life so in so many ways it was easier having her sister living with her than getting a roommate. She loved her friends, true enough, but she didn’t want them to change their opinions about her. freya was extremely self-concious and would not want people knowing about her insecurities. She struggled to keep her façade and she knew that it most often shun through but she sure didn’t need someone being able to confirm those suspicions. The last thing she wanted was for her boss to realize who she really was. freya didn’t have anything to hide but she didn’t want to get thrown into a conversation about her personal life or mental stability. It wasn’t relevant to her job. and she didn’t want to lose the respect she was working so hard to get either; she had already made a fool of herself in the presence of daniel hastings and messed up royally when texting Samuel caraway. And those men were Jacob laurent’s closest allies in life and now they probably thought she was dumb as bricks and just another blonde with a semi-pretty face.

Freya had been working so hard to achieve the level of self-respect her job actually required. She had to respect herself in order to make others respect her but still she doubted herself constantly and especially in the presence of george barish, the vice president of lvmh. She had never met anyone that could make her shake in her boots like he could and even over the phone he sounded like the grim reaper himself. but in person he was even worse. why was she even thinking about george? he only scared her but still she couldn’t get the fact she’d already received a work related phone call. She knew it was the first in a long line of calls. And texts. ”sorry,”she muttered and pushed the plate aside as she heard her text message signal. She grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter and sighed as she read it. I’m sick, go to the meeting in my place. typical! When she thought she had a day off the assistant called in sick and freya, who was only used to running errands and getting coffee, would have to attend the meeting in her place. which meant she had to stand face to face with george barish today as well. ”I have to get down to the office around three, can I borrow your car?” she put the phone down and grabbed a mug from the dish rack and poured herself a cup of steaming hot coffee. ”do you want some?” freya didn’t stop to listen what her sister said but out of habit poured another cup and put one of the mugs down in front of demetria and snuggled up on the couch with the mug clutched in her hands. ”how’s it like being back… I mean… you know…” she tried to start a conversation at least but freya was always a bit awkward when she didn’t quite know what to say.

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you found me , i found god on the corner of first and amistad where the west was all but won. all alone, smoking his last cigarette. i said "where you been," he said, "ask anything." where were you when everything was falling apart? all my days were spent by the telephone that never rang and all i needed was a call that never came to the corner of first and amistad. lost and insecure, you found me, you found me lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded. why'd you have to wait? where were you? where were you? just a little late... you found me, you found me.a date. freya asked if she had been on a date. demi didn't know whether to burst into laughter or tears at the question. she couldn't even remember the last time she went on a date. had it really been that long ago? she really needed to go out more. hell, she went out enough but she just didn't seem to be running into the right guys. demi didn't know what else to do with herself. in a few more years, she'd hit the big 3-0 and then what? would any part of the male species find her attractive? her hand quickly flew to feel her left cheek, as she quickly peered into the microwave. a tired, slightly sad demi blinked back at her. she swore she could see the crinkles and lines forming, ready to turn her into an old cat lady with no hope of being happy in love. a date. ha... funny. demi cracked a half-smile, shaking her head. "nope, no date. just working a bit overtime. dimitri gave me a few more hours after i practically begged him on my knees. he's still every bit of an asshole, if you were wondering." she sighed, pushing her half-eaten pate aside. she had suddenly lost her appetite and wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep the rest of the day away. typical demi. one thing could set her off into one of her moods. she wanted to enjoy a nice sisterly breakfast together with freya, but feeling happy was becoming more and more of a foreign emotion.as much as she didn't want to think about it, her mind wandered back to how things were in her family. everyone seemed so full of life, excited almost... for what, she didn't know and maybe never would. they didn't have much, but they had enough and the quality time demi spent with her family filled up the majority of her memories. they were good times, good memories... as much as she never liked talking about him, she missed her father. the nostalgic feeling ate away at her every night. why couldn't she have had just a few more years with him? was that too much to ask for? she almost envied freya. at least freya wasn't consumed with the constant thoughts of their deceased father. the memories flooded back at any given time and demi could never control them. she'd be sitting on the park bench, enjoying a nice latte, and then she'd catch sight of a father and a daughter playing together and she wished she hadn't come. or demi would attend one of her friend's weddings and she'd see her friend walk down the aisle with her beaming, proud father and everything would come rushing back. she didn't know what to do anymore... she didn't know who to talk to or what to say to make it all go away. she couldn't talk to freya about it; she knew freya was under a lot of stress lately, with her job and fast-past life style. and she never quite got along with leonia as much as she wanted to. sure, they were close and she couldn't imagine life without her, but she'd always feel like the odd-one-out. which is exactly why she needed her dad. she didn't just need him, she wanted him. he made her feel special. demi desperately wished he could've been there through all her breakups, her tests, her success... he hadn't been able to see anything. he wouldn't be able to see anything.biiing! the sound of a text message snapped demi back into reality and far away from any more depressing memories. freya apologized quietly, checking her phone. demi instantly realized the news couldn't be so good because freya's face clouded with frustration and a little bit of anger. "what's wrong?" demi asked gingerly, taking a sip of the freshly squeezed orange juice. freya explained she needed to borrow her car to get into the office later. "of course, dude. totally. and do me a favor? please wreck it. god knows i could use a new car." she joked. freya placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of her and walked towards the couch. demi followed suit, sitting indian style next to her younger sister. freya asked her how things were, coming back and all, and demi couldn't help but notice the awkwardness of the question. demi knew freya always struggled a bit when she didn't know what to say and she almost felt it was her fault, putting freya in this position. being the host must suck. demi felt almost like an intruder, like she shouldn't be there. she knew she belonged in new york and once she saved up enough money, she'd go back. but for right now, she'd just have to deal with the slightly awkward conversations with her sister. besides, they hadn't seen each other in a while so it was natural to not exactly know what to say. "umm, it's been a bit shitty. i'm not exactly used to mooching off my little sister," demi sighed with a halfhearted smile. "but i'll be okay. how are things at work with you?" she took a moment to drink her coffee, enjoying the warmth it sent through her body. 883.  wearing.   sorry for the late reply D: THANKS EMILY @ ATF.

She had always been a romantic; but being romantic and actually trying to (actively) find someone to love was two different things. freya didn’t seek the latter. She didn’t need that right now. once the blonde had heard someone say “before you could love someone you have to love yourself”, or something along those lines and freya did not love herself—far from it. she loathed herself and all the decisions and everything about herself from her appearance to her personality. There was nothing she could “love” about herself yet she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of someone else falling hopelessly in love. it was one of those things she adored in life, even if most of those things weren’t for her. ”no?” freya said and watched her sister. she could tell demi wasn’t comfortable talking about dating. she was just as cursed as freya, even though freya didn’t even try. The only one that had ever been fortunate enough to find someone to spend their life with was Leonia and it pained freya to even think about that. her heart had been just has broken as the older sister’s when tragedy upon tragedy had hit her. it was still painful for her to think about and she didn’t even want to know how hard it must be for Leonia, still. ”overtime means extra cash, so that’s sort of a good thing.” from what demi had told her she was glad she didn’t have an ass of a boss. In comparison Jacob Laurent was the kindest man on earth, but freya didn’t know any other employer than him so she really had nothing to compare her current workplace with anyway. ”I thought you had something going with someone because it feels like I never see you at home.” she couldn’t help but to speak her mind here even if it pained her to bring back the topic of her sister’s dating life, or lack thereof.

With a shrug she replied. ”nothing’s wrong, I just have a few things I need to sort out.” she dreaded the fact that she needed to shower, do her hair, find some clean clothes and put makeup on today too. it was supposed to be her day off; a day she could just ignore all that and spend all day on the couch, watching crappy soap operas and do her laundry. God knew she needed to do it! she was running out of clean underwear and that was never a good sign. Freya furrowed her brow and looked at demi. ”please don’t tell me you just called me ‘dude’,” freya said and shook her head. The only people that ever only called her dude was noel dawson but she was one of freya’s closest friends and she could get away with calling freya anything and then there was penelope “penny” Vonnegut… jacob’s former assistant who kept referring to laurent’s new assistants as gunther and gunther jr, junior would be freya seeing she held the attractive position of being the junior assistant. She had a bad feeling she would at some point also be referred to as “the minion” or something silly like that. she didn’t mind it, actually, it was just mindboggling since she didn’t understand where penny got all that from. ”then sell this one and get a new one?” she suggested. It was safer and crashing it and pretending it was an accident. Freya didn’t even pretend to have heard the joke because she was trying to help out, even if she only came up with lame ideas. the blonde herself couldn’t afford a car; she did have a licence but there was a different thing owning a car with the gas price being this high, insurance and other expenses that came with owning a vehicle.

Freya had a hard time believing things were really that bad. demi had everything and more; the only thing she was really lacking was a place of her own. maybe moving in with their mother hadn’t been the funniest thing to do so freya could relate to it. she would hate to move back “home” as in move back into her mom’s house as an adult. That would be like admitting a great defeat. ”I like having you here,” freya said, trying to cheer her sister up a bit. ”and you know you can stay as long as you like.” she would always have room for her sisters; even Leonia if she would ask it of her, but freya wouldn’t dare oppose her sister when it came down to things like that. and given the choice of having her sisters live on the streets or sleep on her couch the choice was simple. sure, demi didn’t sleep on the couch since freya had actually been lucky enough to find a nice two bedroom apartment and with her old roommate having moved out demi had been lucky to get a room of her own. she had almost forgotten about work until her sister brought it up and freya sighed and sipped her coffee thoughtfully. ”it’s good, I’m getting a hang of it… but all I really do is run errands. I’m not the one answering the phones and things like that unless she leaves the office.” she… she was the assistant, the real assistant also known as “the evil queen” or gunther. The last thing freya wanted to do was to discuss her work relationships. They were other bad or terrible and the only person she didn’t actually fear was the bouncer.

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It’s just a game! Leonia finally had a day off. It wasn’t as though she had many, and if she did they had to be planned in advanced. She was tired and had slept poorly. She still hadn’t gotten used to sleeping alone, and even though it had been six months, and a few warm bodies had graced her sheets, she still hadn’t gotten used to it. Still it was good to put on a false smile, and a bit of make up and get going again. So she showered and spent a few hours pampering herself, before pulling out something to wear. She usually wore a combination of outfits for work but they were usually smart dresses or skirts, the type that commanded respect. In her spare time the outfit expelled her mood and the purpose of her outing. Today the blonde pulled on some running shorts, and a black and pink short cropped top. She pushed her feet into her running shoes, found her iphone and water bottle and set off. It was a nice day outside, and running in the heat only helped burn the calories. Like most girls her age, Leonia was keen on maintaining her figure, and while she was curvy she was also toned but it took a lot of hard work to maintain it. Her feet hit the pavement in a succession of gentle thuds, and it took no time for her to become submersed in what she was doing. Running really took her mind to another place. It was therapeutic and even relaxing, and she knew she ought to do it more often. Her body took her through town, past her favourite restaurant and towards her younger sister’s home. She hadn’t really seen Freya or Demetria for a while. She knew that she should have but the last few times she was supposed to meet them, something cropped up. Leonia was fairly close to her sisters, but she couldn’t help feel a little jealous that Demi was now living with Freya. She knew it was irrational, but she almost felt a little left out. Before Demetria had moved back to ocean coast, Leonia and Freya had hung out a lot more. It wasn’t that Leonia wasn’t close to Demi too, but they often clashed and discussions often become heated. Still it was nice to have her closer to home. She took a drink as she ran and switched the music on her iphone to something a little more upbeat. It didn’t take long to get to her sister’s home. Taking another drink from her water bottle, she knocked once before entering the property. ”It’s just me!” She shouted, so the two blondes wouldn’t think something else was going on. She pulled her ear phones out, and entered the room, a smile on her lips. It was clear by her outfit and the glow on her skin that she’d been exercising. ”Just thought I’d drop in on you two, I have a day off. Thought I’d spend it on my sister’s.” She suggested, as she moved over to the fridge, helping herself to some fruit juice. ”Oo who are the flowers from?” Leonia asked, moving over to smell the arrangement, before trying to find a card. ”Was it your boss?” She asked Freya, it was no secret that Leonia thought her sister’s bosses were hot. A smirk set upon her lips as she perched herself against the bench, before stealing an apple to eat. .Created by STALK ME REDNECK!