Creeps With Claws || Not Being Finished

5 ~ Chase

Trinity woke up, entangled in Nico's arms. She gently propped herself up and glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table, six o'clock in the morning. Huffing, she laid back down attempting to go back to sleep, only to give up no more than five minutes later. She slipped out of Nico's arms and walked out of the room, not even attempting to get dressed in case she woke up Nico. She was tempted to go wake up Ashley but decided against it, she was tired enough as it was without Trinity coming and waking her up at stupid o'clock in the morning. As she trudged downstairs, the grips on her slipper socks squelching slightly, she noticed light spilling out from a bedroom. Grace's bedroom. She walked over and gently rapped her knuckles against the door.

"Come in," Grace called softy from inside. Trinity entered the room, carefully shutting the door behind her, to see Grace sitting at her desk, applying makeup. "Trinity!" She said, slightly shocked. She dropped the makeup brush and turned to face Trinity. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, just couldn't sleep," Trinity said with a shrug.

"Alright then," Grace said, turning back around and picking up here makeup brush. "Please take a seat." Trinity sat on the end of the bed.

"Do you honestly think it's possible?" Trinity asked, Grace raised an eyebrow, looking at her through the mirror. "I mean, giving us three days to trust the boys?"

"Well, I know it won't take three days for you to trust him, you already do." Grace mumbled, applying some mascara. "Ashley on the other hand..." Grace trailed off, Trinity hummed in agreement.

"Who are you getting all dressed up for?" Trinity asked, giggling when Grace poked herself in the eye with the mascara, swearing loudly.

"My other half is coming home," Grace said, she placed down her mascara and began to rifle through her drawers. She took out a photograph and passed it to Trinity before continuing to apply mascara. The picture showed Grace smiling with a beautiful red haired girl.

"She's gorgeous," Trinity said.

"Isn't she?"

"What's her name?"

"Rose," Grace said, as though it brought her joy just to utter the name.

"You must truly love her," Trinity said.

"I really do, the same way Nico and Reese love you and Ashley," Trinity frowned.

"They don't love us, they've only known us like a day," Grace just hummed as she applied a layer of rose pink lip stick. She stood up and stepped away from her desk while she ran her brush through her hair.

"I never know what to do with my hair," Grace mumbled. "It's just... there."

"Can I try?" Trinity asked.

"You can do hair?"

"I love doing hair," Trinity said proudly, standing up. "I've always wanted to be a hairdresser."

"Why aren't you?" Grace asked, handing her the hair brush and sitting back down at her desk.

"Well, when Ashley's mum was put in hospital she had to leave school to work, to pay the bills and I, being the fabulous friend that I am, left to help her." Trinity explained, sectioning Grace's hair with a comb she had just passed her.

"Oh god, I feel terrible. I told her not to worry about her mum..." Trinity cut her off.

"You weren't to know."