<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool area<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd, Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dazzler<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Hanging out with Alison<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>swimsuit (https://cdnb.lystit.com/photos/5e90-2016/01/09/amoressa-black-back-on-track-sheer-envy-striped-halter-one-piece-swimsuit-product-0-295772095-normal.jpeg) and a towel<br/><hr/><br/>Tess flinched slightly as Alison's fingers caressed the scars on her arm. She wasn't used to anyone seeing them, let alone touching them. It was something she'd have to get used to, though.<strong>"Thank you for being my friend. I've wanted something like this for so long and I know I'm awkward and weird, so thank you."</strong>She rested her hand on Alison's thigh, palm up, exposing her scars in a sign of trust. It was a big deal for her to willingly expose her scars to anyone, but she trusted Alison. Who cared if they had just met. There was something about the lights around them that helped her feel more comfortable. Maybe it was the fact that they were linked to her emotions; Tess could tell what Alison was truly feeling at times. It was comforting.<strong> "And we can watch whatever movies you want. I haven't seen enough to know which genres I like or dislike,"</strong>she admitted, knowing it was weird for someone her age to have not seen enough movies to know what her favorite genre was.<br/><br/><strong>"We should probably head in soon. I'm starting to get hungry. Haven't had lunch yet,"</strong>she mentioned as she felt her stomach growl quietly.<strong>"I'm gonna go shower first, but do you wanna meet me for lunch?"</strong>she asked, hopeful that Alison would still want to spend time with her.