sorry if there are any mistakes but u know ur girl’s never proofread before and she’s not about to start now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It was Friday night and you were standing on the sidewalk outside
of a house that hosted yet another
party, waiting for an Uber. You couldn’t really say you went to these things
every weekend, but that didn’t mean they were just as mentally draining. But
your best friends asked you to go and you’d said no every time he’d asked you
for the last three months, so you figured you could just suck it up for him.
You had known Ashton for about 5 years now – meeting when he
grabbed something for you off of a shelf you couldn’t reach in the grocery
store. You never really felt comfortable around strangers, but something about
Ashton made you feel at home. And you’d been best friends ever since.
But that wasn’t to say you didn’t enjoy the parties Ashton
invited you to – any time you got to spend with Ashton was worth it in your
book. And the Uber rides home, where you were wearing his sweater because you
didn’t bring one of your own even though he’d told you you were going to get cold before you left your house,
were your favorite parts of those nights.
Mary was baking. Jon had left for work less than an hour ago and to fill the sudden silence, she was baking. A record player was playing softly in the corner, one of her favorite muggle records filling the flat with music as she moved around the kitchen. For the first time since she had found out she was pregnant, since the bank, she felt at peace. Every now and then she danced from counter to oven, flour on most surfaces and on her hands — and of course her cheeks in hair as she touched both without wiping her hands.
She almost didn’t hear the knock on the door as it sounded in time with the drums playing from the record player. When she pulled the door open, a genuine grin spread on her lips. “Remus. I wasn’t expecting you. Come in.“
Then came our day trip to Venice, where the price tags on everything from t-shirts to food/wine (mostly food/wine) mocked our shockingly apparent lack of money. Venice was absolutely gorgeous and the canal filled streets certainly lived up to the hype everyone has heard above. Unfortunately, such beauty comes with a price, and prices are something broke exchange students don’t cope so well with. So with empty stomachs and tired eyes, we tried to enjoy Venice as best as we could (a lot of dancing kept us energized. ps we had a dance battle with a group from Switzerland and the police shut us down, but hey we won the dance battle so)
Just got some happy mail delivered! 🎉🙌 I ordered these fun lattice accent tables for our outdoor entertaining area. Perfect to hold my book and drink! They are so pretty I don’t want to take them outside! ☀️ My Choose Happy sign is a gift from my sweet friend Caroline @vineandbranchestx. LOVE it! Our new family motto. 😎 Such a fun mail day! I had to share. 😘
p.s. The accent table comes in 5 colors and they are on sale! Details here 👉 http://liketk.it/2orJ1 @liketoknow.it #liketkit by erin_sunnysideup