Beatrice Rodríguez (busybea_) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2017-02-14 16:44:00 |
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“You heard about all the mix ups with flowers today, right?” Kitty questioned as she glanced up from her project of making both her and Bea hot chocolate from scratch. “I got flowers from my boss that were meant for his girlfriend,” she continued. “I’m just grateful that the card hadn’t been x-rated or extremely personal.” While she was fully aware that her boss and his girlfriend had a very healthy relationship, Kitty did not need to be privy to private details of it. Actually, she would very much prefer not to be. Which was a thought that chased through her mind as Kitty finished stirring the hot chocolate mixture together and popped both mugs into the microwave. Once that was done she turned back to Bea with a slight smirk, one that might almost have been categorized as wicked, and said, “That isn’t to say I wouldn’t have enjoyed an x-rated message or an extremely personal message meant only for me.” She had received candies from Olivia and Maizie and three roses from Nina, both of which had been really nice -- but weren’t quite what she meant in terms of a personal message. “You know, for a split second I thought the flowers had come from you, actually,” she added with a soft laugh. “But you’ve never called me baby and the message just wasn’t very you,” there was a pause before Kitty tacked on, “Well, except I’m pretty sure the message was alluding to sex being in their plans tonight, that struck me as a little bit like something you would do.” That wasn’t to say that’s what Kitty expected to happen tonight, though it wouldn’t be the first time for them. By now she had circled around the island in the kitchen to where Bea was and on impulse had slipped an arm around her best friend and given her a squeeze. “Did you receive any of the delivery mix ups?” “No, nothing as exciting as getting flowers from my boss that were meant for his girlfriend,” Bea laughed, giving Kitty a squeeze back. “Just stuff from you and Maizie and Liv, which was super sweet and thank you! But does that mean you didn’t get my flowers? I mean, sorry to say that I didn’t write anything dirty on it, but I totally sent you something. Maybe it got messed up because I didn’t sign the card? But I feel like since I actually wrote the card instead of doing their online form, you would have known they were from me. Whoever got them probably couldn’t return them because there weren’t any clues about who they were for or from.” “You’re welcome,” Kitty replied with a bright smile that morphed into a frown at the realization that Thistle Do had screwed up Bea’s order. “Oh my god, no, I didn’t get them,” in her head Kitty was already formulating some kind of strongly worded letter in response to the floral shops abysmal service. “I’m not sure signing the card would have made much of a difference, though. Zach signed the card with mine and they still got delivered to Noa at Renditions instead.” Kitty was grateful that Zach was able to track down the flowers, not for her sake, but for his. He seemed so down about them having been lost. “Oh well, I have you here tonight so that makes up for no flowers. Plus, maybe they brightened whoever’s day that got them.” While she would have liked to have seen the flowers her best friend had sent her, Kitty wasn’t about to get distraught over the mix up -- how could she when she had Bea right here with her. Pausing a moment and pursing her lips, Bea let out a small sigh and shrugged, saying, “So just imagine another vase filled with roses from me. Wanna go to your room and put our jammies on?” Kitty gave Bea another squeeze before she reached down and grasped her hand. “I will totally imagine another amazing vase of flowers here, but right now I think I like your idea of heading up to my room and changing.” With that Kitty gave Bea’s hand a tug as she began to head towards the stairs that lead upstairs to her bedroom. “After all, a sleepover doesn’t truly start until everyone’s in their pajamas.” Kitty added with a sly smirk and a soft laugh. “You know, it’s more like non-sleepovers because everyone knows that staying the night at a girlfriend's house is just an excuse to stay up late watching trashy movies, eating junk food, and gossiping for hours. Me and my cousins used to have sleepovers all the time when I was still in San Francisco and our parents would always be so mad that the next day we’d all be totally wiped out. But, like, after the fifth time they should have known better than to plan some big family gathering after those,” Bea recounted as they walked up to Kitty’s room, setting her hot chocolate on the desk so she could rifle in her bag for the shorts and t-shirt she’d brought to sleep in. “Did you do that a lot when you were out east? I can’t imagine a guy running for political office would be very happy if his kids were too tired to do campaign events or… whatever you had to do.” Kitty’s life in the public eye had never been one that Bea really understood, but her parents were hippies and raised her to not give a damn about what anyone thought about her so of course living under that kind of scrutiny had always seemed foreign to her. Having close cousins, much like everything else in Bea’s life, were a foreign concept to Kitty. Sure, she had cousins, quite a few of them, but they weren’t close. They saw each other at family functions, which were usually charity events or Christmas, and that was it. There had been a week once where the entire family had stayed up in the Hamptons, but that had been close to fifteen years ago now and Kitty barely remembered much of it. Still, she liked hearing about what Bea and her cousins got up, it made her hope that some day Gigi and Miah might have cousins who they could have that kind of close relationship with. Granted first Ethan or Jonathan would need to settle down and find someone, Kitty’s money was on the former -- but only because he was older. “Not really,” Kitty answered as she turned from the closet with a pair of shorts and a t-shirt in hand. “Unless, does having sleep overs with the maids count?” Her parents staff had always been a constant in Kitty’s life, a group of people she had always been allowed to be herself with. Bea wrinkled her nose and shook her head. Some days, actually, most days, Kitty find herself missing them dearly. “Although, I wouldn’t say it had as much to do with my dad not wanting sleep deprived children as it was there were only a couple girls I could actually stand in my school and my parents didn’t particularly like theirs.” Although her mother would never have come out and openly said that. “God, I’m so envious of the way you grew up.” Kitty exclaimed as she began to strip off her clothes in order to change. “I was so mad at my parents when they moved me here,” Bea said, her mouth pursed at the memory. “But I guess if we’d never moved I might not even be here. Plus, there’s the whole thing that I never would have met you. So I guess I’m not too mad anymore.” Sitting on the edge of the bed and sipping her hot chocolate, she added after a moment, “Pete was asking me yesterday if I thought about going to med school. My life is way different than I thought it would be, but it’s hard to imagine anything else now. You must feel that way about Gigi and Miah, right?” Kitty could understand being angry about a move. She had never been overly fond of the back and forth they would do for school, but it had also been so ingrained in her life that she imagined it hadn’t felt like the same kind of shock as Bea’s move from California to Texas had been. “Never meeting you would have been a travesty, so while I know it totally pissed you off, I’m glad your parents moved you here.” Kitty’s words were only a little muffled as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. “You’re right though, I mean, my life is so different because of them, but not different in a bad way, just in how I expected it to be.” She offered a small shrug, a smile at the corners of her mouth as she talked about her children. “I thought I’d be in law school right now, honestly.” She took a beat before circling back around to the comment about Pete and med school. “Have you considered it?” Kitty paused. “Med school that is.” “I have been thinking about it. A lot since yesterday, actually. I mean, I was thinking about it before, sort of. More in the way that I was realizing that there’s still so much I don’t know and I wasn’t really sure how I would figure it out. But now that Pete put the idea in my head it’s sort of like, duh, of course I need to go to med school if I’m ever going to be legit. I’ve learned a lot just by shadowing the doctors, but there’s basic stuff that I should know but don’t because I never had the proper training.” Bea didn’t mean to have such spectacular word vomit, but there it was. Sure, she’d been passionate about things in the past, but this particular topic was different. It was her career and she was in charge of people’s lives. This went way beyond gossiping about who was hooking up with who. If Kitty had been anyone else she might have found the barrage of words overwhelming, but after years of knowing Bea as well as she did Kitty had long ago become accustomed to her friend’s ability to stay twice as many words in one breath as a normal person might have been able to. Once she felt like she had processed through everything Bea had just said and could give a more thoughtful answer than simply “do it!” Kitty settled on the edge of her bed. “I think it’s a good idea for you to consider med school,” Kitty started with an encouraging smile. “If medicine is really what you want to pursue it only make sense for you to want to fill in the gaps in the education you’ve received so far by shadowing the doctors at the medical center,” she paused a beat before she said. “Do you know what schools are available now?” Kitty was not going to mention how strange it would be for them to not live in the same city or nearby each other, she didn’t want to sway Bea’s decision -- whatever it might be. “I know that Dani is in Denver working on a medical program there. I think I’ve heard a few of the other doctors talking about the university in Chicago as well. I’d have to look more into it so I know all my options. But I think wherever I might end up, I’ll be in for a rude awakening once I experience winter,” Bea said with a laugh, finding a way to lighten the conversation. “Not like that would be news to you but snow wasn’t exactly a regular thing in San Francisco. And besides weird ash snow, Austin isn’t exactly cold either. My wardrobe is just not suited for cold climates,” she laughed again. “I would say winter isn’t that bad, but that would be a total lie,” Kitty remarked with a laugh. “I can help you figure out a more cold weather appropriate wardrobe, although I have seen people wearing shorts and flip-flops in the middle of winter before,” she paused. “And it wasn’t here in Austin, this was back in New York.” Of course at the time Kitty had thought the man was nuts -- actually she still did -- but it didn’t nullify the fact that she had seen it, which meant if Bea felt brave she could chose not to alter her wardrobe at all. Kitty wouldn’t recommend that, though. Retrieving her hot chocolate from where she had set it on the desk, Kitty continued. “I also totally recommend finding someone you can cuddle with at night, it’s practically a must in cold climates.” “Yeah?” Bea asked with an amused look on her face. Finding someone to share a bed with wasn’t exactly a problem for her, but it had never been a priority before. “Not exactly sure that getting with someone just so we can cuddle in the cold months is the best reason for dating someone, but I guess I wouldn’t mind it. Like, honestly, I’ve never really dated anyone before. Is that weird?” “I don’t think it’s weird,” Kitty answered honestly. “I mean you never really wanted that before, right? Plus, it’s not like you’ve never been involved with anyone, you’ve just never made things official,” another pause. “And obviously you can do relationships, I mean you have some solid as hell friendships. It’s not entirely the same, but a lot of the core concepts are the same.” In truth Kitty had never really dated, at least not beyond her relationship with Zach. “You’re probably right though in that getting with someone just to cuddle and stay warm might not be a great motivation.” There was a pause as Kitty considered the conversation and then she asked. “Are you considering dating or getting serious about someone now?” Bea shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s not like I have anyone particular in mind. And sometimes I think it would be a waste to try and get something started with someone here when I’m pretty sure I’m going to be moving away. Maybe not forever, but at least a few years to go to college. Everyone always says such bad things about long distance. Did you and Zach ever do that?” “Long distance? For a little while, yeah,” It had been a handful of months at most, right before Kitty had come back to Texas permanently. “I have to be honest, it isn’t easy by any means, but it is doable,” another pause. “Especially if you really care about the other person.” Kitty finished and then took another sip of her hot chocolate. “If it’s the right person I think it’s not as hard either, you just have to be more intentional about carving out time to connect. I also think it helps if you go into it knowing it won’t be forever, like, it’s just a temporary thing.” On some counts Kitty felt kind of silly giving out relationship advice when Zach was her only real relationship, but in the realm of what they were talking about she supposed she had more experience than Bea. Kitty studied her friend before she added. “God, that was a really long winded reply,” she laughed. “I guess what I’m saying it if you think you’re ready to dip your toe into the relationship world, I maybe wouldn’t rule anyone here out. You might find your person before you end up pulling up roots for school.” Bea gave a laugh as well, though didn’t mind how much her friend had said. Complicated matters needing lots of explaining, as far as she could tell. “Well, I guess the most I can commit to--” she paused, smirking at the irony of her word choice “--is just seeing what happens but not totally ruling it out. Who knows what is going to happen. Plus, I’m pretty sure all those chiche wall signs they have in the home decor center might be onto something. It’s the journey and not the destination that matters,” she laughed again. It was cheesy as hell, but it seemed appropriate. “Oh god, do you think there’s people who will start making those signs again?” Kitty asked with a laugh, though she soon zeroed back in the topic at hand. “Honestly, I think being open to the possibility is all you really need to do, fate or god or whoever’s up there --” she motioned towards the ceiling. “--will do the rest.” After all, her own life hadn’t exactly followed the path she had set out for it, but so far Kitty didn’t regret her journey. Situating herself on the bed further, Kitty added. “Who knows what will happen five minutes from now, let alone a day, week or month,” she paused. “Things happen when you least expect them, or at least that’s been my track record with big life changes.” Another laugh bubbled up out of her. Her children were both blessings, but had definitely waltzed into her life unexpectedly. “Well, you know me. I take it one day at a time,” Bea said with a smile. The way she saw it, life was an adventure and she was just enjoying the ride. Whether that kept her in Austin or took her away for college, she wasn’t too worried about what lie ahead of her. “I’ve always envied your ability to do that,” Kitty replied with an easy smile of her own. Too often Kitty was someone who liked a detailed plan set in place. Taking things as they came had always been far more difficult for her. Reaching out, Bea grabbed Kitty’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Thanks for listening to me. You ready to watch some cheesy rom-coms now?” Giving Bea’s hand a squeeze in return, Kitty said. “Anytime, I’m always here for you. Always.” That was what friends were for after all? “Do you even have to ask about the rom-coms? I am always ready to watch them,” she laughed. “You know they’re my guilty pleasure.” Those and romance novels, the cheesier the better. And they could probably both use the chance to get lost in a guilty pleasure after their conversation of the future, college and dating. |