Sorry this took me forever. Packing and finals ahs my brain mush
Bobby usually answered the door whenever she was home-- or at least when she was expecting someone. Most of the time, though, her parents couldn't be bothered. Unless it was James, they didn't care who was coming to call. And it only mattered if it was James because they didn't like Bobby being alone in her room with him. Which was weird, considering she often slept at his house with no qualms from them.
Anyways. She smiled and shut the door behind him. "Yeah. It's a small island. I have to live somewhere, right?" She chuckled, leading him back towards her sewing room. It had been Noah's old room, but he wasn't coming back anytime soon. She'd gotten full permission to take the bed out and convert it into a workroom. The walls were littered with mannequins in different dresses that she'd been commissioned to make for prom. Savannah's blue dress was easily one of the more intricate in the corner. She always spent more time on her friends dresses than any others.
"Okay. Let me just grab my tape measure and we can get started."