--*maybe I can tell you--annabel

[JESSICA KAY REYNOLDS]

g e t u p s i n g i t l i k e y o u ' r e s c r e a m i n g a t m e

credit sevendais! @ caution 2.0 for the graphic.

i love the way you make it look so easy
*east coast ! west coast*
s h o w m e w h a t y o u ' v e g o t n o w l e t ' s g o l e t ' s g o !

Jessica yawned and stretched out her entire body, falling back flat against her twin sized mattress with yellow sheets. She rubbed her eyes and slowly began pushing off the covers. She swung her legs out and settled her feet on the floor, but she stayed seated, trying to wake up just a bit more before she trekked to the bathroom. It was nine in the morning, pretty early for Jess, but she had agreed to meet Annabel for coffee around ten thirty. She and Annabel had recently become close friends, even though Annabel was a bit older. Jessica felt like she could tell her anything, something she hadn’t felt about a person in a long time. She was almost like the sister she never had, since Sarah royally screwed her over more than once.

She took a deep breath and stood up, heading straight for the bathroom. When she got there she stared at her reflection in the mirror blankly. She pulled up the crazy mess of brunette hair on her head and let it fall heavily down her back. Jess flipped on the hot water in the shower and let it run before stripping down and stepping in. The hot water was like a jolt to her still half asleep senses. She stood up straight and washed her hair, her body and face. Reluctantly she turned the water off and grabbed her towel. First, she flipped her head over and dried her hair the best she could before toweling off the rest of her body. With the towel still wrapped around her body she headed to her closet to decide on an outfit.

After a long debate she pulled out a yellow halter top with black flower embroidery at the top, a pair of heavily stitched shorts and black flip flops decorated with a flower on the outside. She scanned her outfit in the full length mirror on her closet door; feeling satisfied with her look she made her way to the bathroom. Where she pulled out her make- up bag and began to apply eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. After that she applied some anti-frizz spray to her long hair and scrutinized her face in the mirror once again. Happy, she walked to the bedroom door, giving her reflection one last look she smiled and headed down the hall. She explained to her mom she was going to get coffee with Annabel and grabbed the keys to the black 2007 Nissan Altima that was her very own. The car roared to life when she turned the key and music from the hit station began playing. She changed it to a rock station and backed out of the driveway.

After about a four minute drive she slowly pulled into the parking lot of the coffee house/ bookstore. She parked and killed the engine. Grabbing her keys as she stepped out of the open car door and into the slowly warming morning, she made her way to the door and stepped into the coffee house, cold air hit her as she was filled with the smell of coffee beans. She got in line and slowly made her way to the counter to order her usual mocha cappuccino, and after waiting a short time, it was delivered. She made her way to one of the round tables and sat to wait for Annabel to arrive. Jessica checked her watch; it was only ten twenty, so she was just a bit early. That was how Jessica was, punctual, almost always early, rarely late.

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[annabel clarisse murphy]

Pulling her Audi into the nearest parking space, Anna arrived at The Coffee House exactly on time. She was normally rather punctual, yet at the same time, she hated being early. Anna would much rather arrive late over being early. She wasn’t one for waiting around, as she felt like it was a waste of time. She never thought of the fact that she could be wasting someone else’s time; it simply didn’t cross her mind. Not that she was self-centered, because she most certainly was not. Some would dare to say that she was the most caring and selfless person they knew. But this was all beside the point, as she was meeting her friend Jessica here in a moment’s time. Checking her phone, she made sure she had at least an hour to relax and hang out with Jessica. In many ways Jessica reminded Anna of herself in high school, but not all too much that it’s frightening.

As she tugged her jacket back down and into place, she glanced back down over her outfit for the day. A pair of dark-wash True Religion jeans with thick white stitching as the seams fit snug and low on her hips worn over a loose tee. The tee was pulled out and bubbled over her waistband, a soft gray in color with beading stitched into the neckline. She pulled over a white jacket to match perfect and layered bracelets onto her wrist. On her way out the door she had grabbed a pair of heels that perfectly matched the tee that she had on. She wore no makeup other than a swipe of mascara, and her hair had a new sense of volume and was made messy (thank you teasing and extra-hold hairspray), and Anna left the natural twist intact rather than opting to straighten the curls out.

Pulling the door open, she was glad to be here, and the grin brightening her features showed just that. The heels on her feet clicked along the tiled floor through the aisles and aisles of books. She didn’t pay them any attention; she had someone waiting, and had no interest in the latest up and coming literature at this moment. Not sparing them more than a glance, Anna was at the counter and trying to decide what she would order. Settling on an iced caramel macchiato, she stood at the other end of the counter, patiently waiting for her drink to be prepared. As her sparkling gray eyes glanced around the place, she admired the quaint feel. It was exactly what Mistridge had been in need of, a small local place with a nice taste. It had an old coffee house base, with a modern twist. Brick aligned the walls and pillars, a light shade of green was displayed in various parts of the room. Paintings were scattered, and marble topped the tables. It was gorgeous, really, but simply so. An understated beauty, with a rough edge; perfect for a local coffee house.

With her order in hand, Anna looked around her in search of her friend. Seeing her sitting at one of the tables, drink in hand, she smiled as she made her way for her. Setting her drink down on the table, and her phone right next to it, she sat. Her bag was now on the empty chair beside her as she started speaking to Jessica. ”Well, hey,” she greeted, grinning. ”So. Wedding planning is not as easy as you would think,” Anna began, it being the first thing on her mind. Wedding stuff really was quite a pain.

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