"Slowly, I fell in love with you. It was just the little things at first, like the way your nose turned up when you laughed. Then, it was everything else. I didn't even realise how deep I was until it was too late." - Tara Love
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES
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Jessamine and Cynthia had hit it off almost immediately, she would often come to the house and sneak in through the window.
They didn't know what to think of her grandmothers incessant remarks towards their blossoming relationship, "your telling me that your mother just left you here?"
Jessamine nods almost breaking into laughter as they pass the bag of salt and vinegar chips between themselves.
The window was open halfway supplying the room with fresh air removing the smoke from reaching Topanga.
"Was this your first time getting high?" She questions dropping the bag of chips.
Jessamine's cheek immediately flare up turning red with embarrassment, "of course not... I get high like all the time."
The bedroom door swings open and an enraged Topanga points at the window nose scrunched up in disgust, "get the hell out of my house right now, young lady!"
Jessamine smiles apologetically and closes the window behind Cynthia - angered by her grandmas actions.
"If I'm going to be stuck with you, I should at least be allowed to have friends!"
The older woman stands there arms crossed and eyes narrowed at her granddaughter feeling a mixture of disappointment and confusion, why was she rebelling now?
Jessamine slams the bedroom door and throws herself onto the double bed sitting against the wall pulling the blue duvet over her head.
"She actually believes your friends? and you got high with her?" Cynthia passes the blunt and kisses the blonde girl next to her.
"Her family is all sorts of fucked up..." Cynthia giggles.
Friends and Family are very differentwhen it comes to caring for an individual person especially judging them.
Jessamine groans and rubs her head blaming the next vision on the weed still simmering in her veins perhaps causing a hallucination.
She sits up and blinks away the blurriness clouding her vision tears slowing rolling down her round cheeks.
"Grandma Topanga!" Jessamine cries out sobbing loudly.
The old woman opens the door and embraces her granddaughter in a warm supportive hug, humming quietly.
"What's wrong, honey?"
Jessamine looks up and stammers the next words craving her brothers hugs and to hear her mothers sweet singing.
"I want to go home!"
This wasn't news and the symptoms she was currently exhibiting were clearly signs of increasing anxiety.
Topanga's attempts to soothe Jessamine's crying repeatedly fail seemingly making the crying worse, "your going home soon..."
It was uneasy how certain that Topanga sounded, it made her stomach churn, "please take me home."
She sniffles quietly and takes a deep breath upon exhausting her body after crying - they stay almost completely silent.
