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- Sometimes, Sophie-Rose had to curse herself for being so easily influenced all the time. It had been Oli Marshall who had first mentioned this trip to her, of course. It was always Oli who brought up some crazy idea, one way or another. After the incident involving a sudden disappearance of a distant friend, Sophie-Rose had every reason to feel uneasy attending a trip no other than in the depths of the woods itself. It seemed like she was jumping right into a horror story. Yet, he had somehow managed to convince her it was going to be fine. What was it, a family friendβs cabin, or something? Or maybe a friend of a friend of a friend went to this place often and always had a great time? Whatever the case may be, his enthusiasm was naturally quickly soaked up by Sophie-Rose, and with a beaming smile, she agreed to tag along. At the time, it seemed like a fine idea. Her parents were on their, what, twelfth vacation of the year, anyway, so it wasnβt like she was going to have company if she stayed at home. Going away would be a nice break; exposing herself to a change of scenery would be a good thing.
These were things she had somehow managed to convince herself. Or maybe she was just so desperate to be included that her subconscious mind forced her conscious self to give in. On the other side of things, Sophie-Rose knew how much they all needed a little getaway. Despite not being overly close with Yaz herself, she knew some had been deeply affected, and she felt it was only fair for her to come along for comfort. She was determined to find the good in this trip; sheβd manage to reel out the sun hiding behind the thick arms of the forest trees.
Ironically enough, that day, it was sunny. Incredibly so. It brightened Sophie right up, and she found herself skipping about down the hallway of the resort they had found themselves staying in to open up as many windows as she could. The resort wasnβt as she had imagined; for whatever reason, her mind seemed to automatically go to the idea of a small, run-down cabin in the middle of the woods. Sure, this house was bordered by trees, but it was still fairly open, and not nearly as secluded as she had feared. Opening some windows would add to this fresh feeling of being free, as well.
Not that they werenβt already. They had this whole place to themselves, after all.
Sophie-Rose found her pale blue eyes skitting around, hoping to catch sight of a friend to chat with. She was looking for Rowena in particular, the only other female on this trip. Sophie-Rose and Rowena had a strange dynamic; never in a million years would she had expected to form a friendship with her, despite being on very similar levels of wealth. Rowena had her life together; she was mature, wise, and moved with a sort of grace that was easily intimidating if glanced at the wrong way. Sophie-Rose felt she was the opposite: clumsy, and so bubbly that it was hard to find anything about her a threat, unless talking too much was a fear for some. The raven-haired girl was nowhere in sight. Instead, the blonde found Anton in the kitchen, head lowered and eyes fixated in pure concentration as he scrubbed a plate in the sink. She pursed her lips in contemplation, but decided against going over to bother him. He seemed busy.
Instead, she turned on her heel to exit out the door. It was beautiful outside, she didnβt want to spend the rest of her day locked in the house. Adjusting the loose cotton cardigan that hung over her shoulders and torso, Sophie-Rose took a turn to stay out of Antonβs way and, with a slight hum of a song she couldnβt even fully put a finger on at that moment, made a beeline for the door.
And she almost hit Oli on her way out.
Her friend had unnoticeably been on the other side of the door, and she genuinely hadnβt even seen him as she pushed her weight against it, until he was standing right in front of her. It was the silver-grey hair that stood out to her first. It was always the hair. βOli, hi!β she breathed, a sheepish look immediately shadowing her fair features. βSorry! Iβd prefer not to give you a concussion; I do not think you could handle being out for a week.β She grinned up at him, then shuffled aside so that she was out of his way. βHowβs it going! I feel like itβs been all day since Iβve seen you.β Then, teasingly, she peered closer, squinting her eyes as if to deeply observe him. βWhat have you been up to now?β