Time Warp: White Rabbit (Reece) (M)
Jan 3, 2014 11:20:05 GMT -5
Post by Olivia Baker on Jan 3, 2014 11:20:05 GMT -5
Set January 3, 2019
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When the snow melted and the first flowers of spring started to bloom central park honestly wreaked. The white rosacea flowers did this every year. They were the first to bloom and they made the entire city smell absolutely foul, and made it hard to enjoy the finally tolerable weather. Of course, they were stunning at least, which made them a little more tolerable. They were like a sickly reminder that city planted to remind itself to stay humble and that even the sweetest looking of things could be disappointingly deceiving.
Olivia stepped over the petals as she walked through the park, heading towards the Alice in Wonderland statue where she was to meet up with Nellie who currently had her four year old. She'd never get used to being a mother nor would her family who nearly through her out when they found out about the pregnancy. She'd told them that the baby was Jack's who she'd been engaged to now for over a year and that helped considering his status in academics, the only thing her parents really cared about anyway. His money helped to ease the pain of disappointment as well. With Wes growing older now, his features were growing more and more distinctive and she wonder how long it'd take before Jack questioned the paternity. Part of her liked to think he already knew... he was a smart man after all and Wes shared nothing with Jack but a last name.
The park was busy today with everyone coming out of the woodwork to enjoy the new spring weather. It was a miracle she found a place to sit around the statue at all considering it's popularity over the recent years. Of course, the statue was difficult to find for tourists, they were always so surprised at how huge and windy central park was and it took her herself several years to properly learn the route to get to it.
The tall brunette slid onto one of the benches, smoothing out her sundress before slipping her copy of Nicholas Spark's most recent book. Something about young love and missed connections, she honestly had trouble keeping his books straight. The inside picture of him made her chuckle, they always, ALWAYS posed the man as if he was gay. Probably a tactic to get women to trust his love stories a little easier than if he was some burley redneck from duck dynasty or something.