<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://mylusciouslife.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Kate-Upton-in-lingerie-by-Matt-Jones.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Annabel Montgomery.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876.<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Morning.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the Wishing Well.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open // Virginia Whateley.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Annabel was completely alone; or so she thought. Even the people wandering past who paid her little mind were consumed by her darkness that clouded her mind when it came to her music. Not only did she prefer it that way, but it was more practical. There was no way she could get distracted by her surroundings when working on her refrain. That was what she thought, anyway; she didn't expect what happened next in the slightest.<br/><br/>When those familiar arms extended suddenly around her small frame, Annabel couldn't help but jump out of her skin, an oddly feminine, startled yelp leaving her lips at the abrupt embrace. Her hands released the guitar on her lap at the shock but she quickly regained her grip and pulled it to her in a protective manor. Her head turned sharply to stare at the unforeseen intruder and just as she was about to jolt from the hug, her deep eyes found a familiar face. The obvious irritation drained from her face and she let out a heavy, heavy sigh, falling slightly limp in the younger girl’s arms, allowing herself to be rocked back and forth as she tried to calm her rattled heart.<strong>"Good Lord, Ginny."</strong>Annabel sighed yet again, something she often felt herself doing in the presence of her only friend.<strong>"Yur nerly scared me t'death."</strong>One of her hands moved up to fondly hold the girls arm that was currently wrapped around her neck, equally as fondly. Annabel laid the guitar aside, resting it carefully on the bench beside her, on top of her notepad and pencil.<br/><br/>As she felt Ginny nuzzling into her pony tail, she felt a faint smile pull at her lips and she squirmed out of it, letting out a rare laugh.<strong>"Thar's only so much a girl can wear, y'know. I dun do it on purpose."</strong>Her smile remained on her pretty features as she turned her head once more, her one arm snaking behind Virginia's back, pulling her a little closer. It was strange, all the physical contact, but she almost forced herself to get used to it. Annabel had to admit that it was nice having a friend every once in a while, though she didn't plan on getting as close to anyone else in town any time soon, if at all.<br/><br/>Annabel found herself a little dumbfounded as Virginia mentioned shopping, but an eyebrow quickly raised suspiciously as her usual expression consumed her features once more.<strong>"Whut yu' tryin'a say? I need betta clothes o'sunthin?"</strong>Her dubious expression remained for a moment before she lightened up.<strong>"In any case, Ginny, I ain't got much munny t'spend on overpriced clothes an' I ain't havin' yu spend yur munny on me."</strong>Annabel had to frown as Virginia’s personality flashed through her mind; there was no way she was getting out of it, but she could try and refuse at least once before getting dragged along. Shopping was never really her thing, but maybe that was because she'd never been shopping properly before.<br/>