In Her Eyes The Violets lie

Chapter 17

On Friday morning Josie woke up to mother's call. Truly a great way to start her day. Sighing, she answered,"Hello, Mother."
"Good morning, aren't you late for work? It's 7:30." Her mother said, amused.
Shit, "What is it? Are you doing okay? Is everything okay?" What do you want?
"Everything's fine, just wanted to check up on you and make sure you're coming to the lake house."

Oh, she hadn't told her that Hope was coming. "I'm coming and Hope will be coming with me."
"Hope Mikaelson? I didn't know you two were still friends?"
"We weren't, now we are and she will be accompanying me. Will that be a problem?" She was being too rude, mom was just asking but she should know better than to ask such questions at 7:30 in the morning.
"No, of course not. The more the merrier."
"Okay, I'll see you tonight then. Take care, Mom." Josie hung up and got up to get ready.

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Hope woke up at 8:30 to an empty bed. No sign of Josie, only a smoking hot bowl of porridge, a tumbler of coffee and a note that said:
Pack your stuff, we'll leave after lunch.

Hope had almost forgotten about the get together, had almost forgotten that she would have to leave at the end of this weekend. She didn't want this to end. She didn't want to wake up in her own bed. She didn't want to go to sleep without Josie by her side. She didn't want to lose these blissful mornings, these notes. She didn't want to lose Josie, again.

She won't lose Josie again. No, she won't, not this time.

Josie had told her to pack, but she really didn't have something appropriate for an event like this. So instead, she decided to make lunch and hoped to raid Josie's closet once she gets home.

Josie came home at around 12. They were eating egg sandwiches (it was the only thing Hope could make decently) when Hope asked,"I didn't really pack anything appropriate for this kind of thing, could I borrow some of your clothes?"

"Of course, take whatever you need. Everything I have is yours." Josie said nonchalantly as if hearing that last part didn't almost make Hope cry. "Good to hear that line again," Hope smiled, "I'm glad you think of me that way again."
Josie laughed, "I always thought of you that way, Hope. Just because we weren't friends didn't mean that you had lost your place in my heart. If that was the case then I wouldn't have answered when you called, you know that. Just because I was hurt didn't mean that I didn't— that I don't.... forget it. Yes, sure. You can borrow my clothes. We can go through them together. I haven't packed yet either."

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"You can try this one," Josie said, holding up a maroon crop top. The color was perfect. Hope liked the more dark and earthy tones, but it was a crop top which wouldn't have been a problem a few years ago but now there are scars she doesn't want people to see. "No, not crop tops." Hope grimaced, hoping Josie wouldn't ask why. Josie didn't ask, she just said okay and went back to look for something that would fit Hope.

"Ah, try this one," Josie held up a navy blue top with shoulder cutouts. "You left this here after a sleepover, I think."
"Oh, I thought you'd thrown these away," Hope said with surprise.
"Why would I do that? They are not mine to throw away." Josie shrugged.

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As she was digging through her own clothes, she found that navy blue top. Hope had left it after a sleepover once. When Josie tried to return it, Hope said,"Just keep them, I stay at your place more often than I stay at mine anyway." Josie laughed and put the top inside her cupboard. After Hope left every once in awhile, that top would catch her attention and she'd sit there for hours holding onto that piece of clothing which still smelled like fresh lemons and lavender, like Hope.
When Hope asked her why she hadn't thrown them away, she didn't know what to say, that she held onto it because it smelled like Hope? No, that sounded bad.

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A/N

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.  The last part was inspired by a Taylor Swift song I heard that I can remember the name of 😅

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