Queen Bea (queenbea) wrote in repose, @ 2018-10-08 22:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, bea hardy, noah nicodemo-webster |
Coffee: Noah & Bea
Who: Noah & Bea
What: PSLs
Where: The coffee shop where they have such things, I guess
When: After this sometime.
Warnings/Rating: Prolly fine.
Bea's decision to return to Repose wasn't as casual as she made it sound to anyone who asked. She put it out like Repose had some kind of draw for her, home, as comforting as a bed at night, even as she gently poked fun at its remote charm. That was all capital B and capital S, though. Repose was a backslide, the bottom of the hill, the place she ended up when she didn't crawl fast enough out of the mud. Bea wasn't looking forward to seeing her mom, and her mom was going to be as thrilled to see her; the two of them hadn't gotten along since L.A., oil and water mixed with vinegar. Repose wasn't a place she thought she wanted to be, especially as winter approached. The cold reminded her of Holly (pun totally not intended).
Yet the flurry of chatting on the forums brought back good feelings she didn't know she still had. Friends from school, when things had been easier and clearer, their welcomes genuine. She could see their faces behind their forum names, in the background of freshly-cut field grass, gym floor polish, and test pencil lead. So, Repose wasn't all bad.
Noah was one of the good things about Repose. A genuinely nice guy with no strings attached, and how many of those were there (that weren't gay)? Maybe Repose wasn't home, but Noah's cheerful messages and ridiculousness about lattes, those things could be homey. She wanted to see him: get a hug, give him one in return, drink her latte, and talk about nothing until they suddenly were talking about something.
Hopefully that something would tell Bea what the hell she was going to do next.
And so it was the coffee shop, as familiar as the old school and the short main street. She was more LA than she was Repose even now, the skirt one of her favorites, the hair beachy waves, the makeup natural. If she was going to be back here, she was going to feel good about how she looked if nothing else. On the echo of the coffeeshop door chime, she stood in line and examined her Insta feed.