Evening Stroll {Zoey}
Sept 21, 2011 17:13:58 GMT -5
Post by Marisol Rivero on Sept 21, 2011 17:13:58 GMT -5
Right now, Marisol could honestly say that she was almost completely satisfied with the way her life was going. Going to the Art Institute to study fashion design was really amazing, though she did miss her old teacher at the Academy, but still, all of her new teachers were really great still and she'd already made quite a few friends in her classes. There was yet to be a girl who'd catch her eye, though anyway at this point she wasn't really ready to risk allowing herself to get interested in someone without knowing for sure if they were into girls as well, and maybe it also had to do a bit with the fact that there were still moments where she couldn't help but think about Zoey in that fashion still - they'd gotten to talking again a bit, as friends obviously, and every new aspect of the girl's personality that she discovered just seemed to make the attraction she felt for her grow stronger in spite of her efforts of squashing it down. Nonetheless, she was happy with how things were going, except maybe for the whole living alone part. She was a people person, and spending evenings by herself just wasn't cutting it.
She didn't really know how to go about finding a roommate though. Most of her friends whom she was close enough to that she'd like to live with them had yet to graduate from the Academy, and even when they did they'd probably move in with their own partners. If she at least had more people come over once in a while it wouldn't be so bad, but she coudn't blame them for having little time to spare - the majority of her friends were senior and the workload would be slowly increasing all through the year. Besides, it wasn't like she spent every single evening of the week by herself, she did have a lot of people who came over to hang out. It was just the evenings that she didn't that were a bit more of downers. Tonight though, she hadn't felt like staying in by herself, and since nobody was available to come over, she'd decided going out was the best alternative. She'd headed over to a nearby ice cream parlor, figuring it would probably be her last ice cream of the year before it got too cold, walking up to the park next so that she could enjoy it while it was still warm out.