Who: Angelina/Alicia/Katie When: Backdated to Angelina's post, because I fail! What: Girl talk Where: Outside Angelina's bungalow Rating: Mediumish!
Ever since her blowout with Oliver, Angelina had been keeping to herself. She had hardly spoken with Adrian, she hadn't seen the girls nearly enough, and she'd been avoiding the twins. Not that that was a surprise; Angelina usually went out of her way to sidestep George, and Fred was more often than not out with Helena. Which was perfectly fine for Angelina. Mostly all of her friends were happy here, and she was happy for that. Especially since Fred was dead back home. Alicia might have trouble getting along with her husband-to-be, but at least he seemed loyal. As much as Angelina loathed Flint. And Katie seemed to get along with him, so he can't have been that horrible in the future. Not that Angelina would ever admit it.
If it hadn't been for this stupid baggage, Angelina would have kept on pretending. Hoping that one of these days she'd wake up in her bed. Everything was a mess in her life. Not between the girls, but with almost every single guy she'd come into contact with since being here. Wasn't the ocean lifestyle supposed to be easy? Not in Angelina's reality. At least not this time.
As it was right now, Angelina was sitting on her porch and staring at that picture. Back when things weren't complicated. When they all won the cup, together, as a team. When Oliver thought the world of her, and she'd never kissed either of the twins. She wanted that back. That innocence, those friendships, that love. But how? Oliver was demanding she make a choice, she could hardly look at George, and Fred was more than awkward around her. At least with Harry all Angelina had was a lack of conversation.
Looking up from the picture, Angelina stared down the pathway and waited for her best mates to join her and make sense of everything.