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‘ even though i was JUST here memorial day weekend, it’s still nice to be back in the hamptons. ’ farah says as she reaches over to grab her c o c k t a i l sat next to her lounge chair. ‘ nothing like a week off to get some sun, ’ she adds straw still held between her fingers. 

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though the hamptons was supposed to be a relaxing time for the group, that was a pipe dream. so coming home from vacation, was actually a vacation in and of itself. being in her own space instead of sharing a space with multiple people that all had their own drama was paradise. and paradise now included a small french bulldog that she adopted from a local animal shelter right when she got back. as soon as she took the leash from the woman that worked at the shelter, she knew EXACTLY who she wanted to introduce stella to. ‘ c’mon stella, ’ she murmurs to the dog that’s now t r a i l i n g behind her. farah smiles down as she watches the dog waddle through the hallway that leads to a familiar apartment. soon enough she’s at his door, stella paces around her confused as to why her new owner has stopped. a yip comes from the puppy at farahs feet before she even gets a chance to knock on the door. she’s sure that the noise has notified hendrix and bambi of her and stella’s arrival. finally she knocks on the door after scooping the small pup up into her arms as she waits for arlo to answer. @avlo

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@avlo

the blonde’s nerves had been on edge for the past week or so, spending the weekend with her mother and father wasn’t exactly a relaxing memorial day weekend. so while dinner with arlo was supposed to be EASY, all she could feel was butterflies in her stomach. it was like their first date relived. but this time, all the good memories and the bad memories f l o o d through her mind as she walks through the familiar lobby. ‘ hi hank, ’ she greets the doorman a smile present on her face. he nods his head in greeting before pressing the elevator button to arlo’s floor. farah steps in only to turn around and wait impatiently for the doors to close. fingers tangle through her hair multiple times as she ascends quickly. when the doors o p e n again she reluctantly steps off and makes her way to his apartment. her hand hangs in the air for a BEAT before letting it rap against the wood softly. 

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@avlo

an unrealistic need for validation causes farah to make her way, late in the night, to arlo’s apartment. it was a rare occasion where she wasn’t sleeping at his place, or him at hers. but with all her late night sessions perfecting her capstone, she felt bad burdening him. the blonde nervously bounces on the balls of her feet in front of his door. the key to his place is grasped between manicured nails ready to open the door. a small feeling of DREAD, though, holds her b a c k from entering the place she calls half her own. the girl bites into her lesser lip as she contemplates turning around and ignoring the pit in her stomach that’s been making her feel nauseous for the past few days. unfortunately for her, hendrix and bambi announce her arrival by scampering to the door with small barks, waiting for her on the other side. look of PANIC crosses her faces as the door opens. ‘ hi, ’ she mumbles to her boyfriend standing in the threshold. 

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✧* @avlo !

the blonde had arrived late to greece unfortunately having to spend some time with her “father.” though the day with him was nice she still hadn’t approached the situation of her half sister with the man who raised her, yet had nothing to do with who she was biologically. so a trip to take her mind o f f of familial stress was perfect. the eighteen hour flight gave the girl time to spend perseverating over the issue. but once she landed she was happy to be p u l l e d out of her thoughts and on her way to the room she would be sharing with arlo. farah enters the house and smiles at the view, including a certain shirtless handsome male. ‘ hey, ’ the blonde greets coming up behind him and kissing his shoulder. ‘ missed you, ’ she adds her arms coming up to w r a p about his broad torso.

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✧* @avlo !

arlo’s text messages left a SMILE upon farah’s face. just talking to him did that to her. she knew it was a silly school girl crush that she had on him, but now it seemed to be something more. though with her half sister being his ex, she was always apprehensive about where things could go. with a sigh the blonde pushes those thoughts to the back of her mind while she gets ready. though it’s HARD to get ready for something when she doesn’t have a clue of what they’re going to do. but that’s on her, she did say to surprise her. she runs her fingers a l o n g the fabric of some clothes in her closet as she tries to decide what to wear. a good go to for her was always a nice pair of jeans and a plain white t shirt, so that’s what she goes with. after slipping on her outfit she moves into the living room nestling into a spot on the couch, waiting for arlo to arrive. the thought of him coming to surprise her, wanting to even hang out with her leaves butterflies floating in her stomach. her restless body keeps readjusting on the couch until there’s a knock on her door. farah rushes up to the door, not even thinking of keeping him waiting, and opens it. ‘ hi, ’ she breathes a broad smile pasted onto her face.