LETA, 19 (Felicia Frithiof)
Likes: Christmas, coffee, baking, living in the city, the zoo, indie music, sweaters, cats, Audrey Hepburn.
Dislikes: not being able to make everyone happy, lying to her parents, people who don’t have manners, droid phones, certain shades of green.
Style: kind of polished grunge with a sweet side
Theme Song: You Know Where I’m At by Gavin Degraw
- After graduating high school, Leta enrolled into Virginia Tech and started attending college there. After a year, however, she decided that she wasn’t the college type and she secretly used her tuition money to put a down-payment on a café and bakeshop in Richmond. While starting her business, which is now going well, she met a boy named Tyler. He is everything she ever wanted but she sometimes fears that she’s not good enough for him.
“Momma!” I opened the door to my parents’ house in Williamsburg. Tyler trailed in quietly behind me, carrying our bags, “I’m home!”
Lauren poked her head around the corner, “Leta!” Her arms spread open and she tackle-hugged me, “I haven’t seen you in forever!”
I stumbled backwards, knocking into Tyler, “I missed you too, sis.” I patted her bag, trying to regain my balance.
She pulled back and smiled, “Is this the boy?” Her eyes examined Tyler.
“This is the boy,” I hooked my arm in his, “Tyler, this is Lauren. Now, where’s Mom?”
She waved her hand, “Oh, she and Dad went to the airport to pick up Grams. They won’t be back for at least an hour.”
“Have no fear, children,” Lindsey walked around the corner, “I found the list.”
Lauren pursed her lips, obviously annoyed. Our mother had a tradition of making a chart for rooming assignment s during the holidays. She would kill over before she would let one of her daughters and that daughter’s boyfriend sleep in the same bed together in her house.
“Looks like Tyler is getting downstairs with the other boys and you’re going to be in your old room with Lauren.” Lindsey read the chart carefully. “It’s cozy down there, you’ll like it.” she assured Tyler.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and turned him towards the basement door, “I’m sure you’ll have a great time down there.”
We walked down the cream-carpet covered steps and turned the corner to face the year my mother had spent working on renovating. The floors were dark cherry with thick, soft rugs placed strategically around the area. There was a corner dedicated to weights and two treadmills and across the room, a long, leather L couch with Sherpa blankets and a huge flat screen. Next to that, there was a counter with a well-kept bar and wine cooler and a variety of my mother’s holiday cookies.
Tyler plopped down in the middle of the couch, “I think I could live here for a few days.” The bags fell to the floor and I sat on his legs, “You actually get a bed, you know.”
He smiled, kissing me, “I could just share yours.”
I kissed him again, running my hand down his neck. His hand was placed on my hip. We didn’t even hear Lauren walk down the stairs until she gasped, “Leta Elizabeth Hudson! You little sl*t!”
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