As much as she joked about it Willow was one of the few who seemed content where she was. She'd seen other cities and countries but never had the urge come over her to leave her home. Chaotic as it could be, the good had always outweighed the bad, even more so with Perrie home. It was a total ego boost every time he reacted to her flirting, which only spurred her on. Despite having been together for years by that point it felt like they'd started their relationship half way so she was catching up on the things they'd missed. Like shameless flirting to see if she could get the tips of his ears to start smouldering. "Mhm, my favourite one," she pinched her lip between her teeth, meeting his eyes for a moment before she too got shy and focused back on the journal in her hands. As much as she liked to play that game of chicken she wasn't exactly a master of it yet. "I love your smile... and your heart... and your sweaters... and that you're going to take me to get pizza when we're done here..." Playfully, she walked her fingers across the page to touch his, and wondered if he was right with his observation about what she might put in the journal. "Maybe I'll fill it with all the things I love about you. Might need a bigger one though..."

By now most would assume that the butterflies would have stopped fluttering about or that hearts would stop skipping beats but that wasn't the case for Perrie. He and Willow had been together for some time but he still felt like he did in those early days. He was still floating high on cloud nine. At this point, he was convinced there would never be a day when he didn't feel this way. He'd take flustered red cheeks from compliments any day. "Am I at least a tasty snack?" he laughed and tugged her closer. His joyful smile melted into a smirk once more as Willow became bashful. He was happy he still had that effect on her as well. "All good things to love - especially the sweaters. I've got a great collection going that seems to dwindle every time you come over. Oh, right how could I forget that I agreed to that." Perrie gave a knowing grin with a fond eye roll. "You'd need at least four books I'm sure. I might bug you to read them just so you know." Muscle memory kicked in the moment her fingers brushed his and he grabbed Willow's hand. "I'll get my own journal and fill it with things I love about you so you can read it when you need it."

"You know I gotta say JLO really played the shit out of her role in the wedding planner because she made that look so much easier than it is." Brodie of course knew he wasn't doing it alone and they had plenty of time but that hadn't stopped himself from buying far too many wedding magazines. "Also..choreographed dances at weddings, yay or nay?"

"JLO's always great in a rom-com. Movies typically make most tasks look easier than they are." Perrie had never thought about how much time and work went into weddings. Those bells were not digging anywhere near him. He could only imagine how stressful it would be for Brodie. "I mean I think they can be really fun depending on what you do. They always seem to pump up a wedding crowd."

"Hey, you willingly moved back here, you've got no room to talk, Stockholm Syndrome." Willow shot back with a sly raise of her brow. As much as she teased him about it though, she was more grateful than she could express to have him back permanently. "Mm, you are the snack," she mumbled to herself, still watching the snow. It was a beautiful sight out of the shop's huge windows, she told herself, nothing but a pretty view. "You're not scary at all, but I love that about you so..." she made a pleased little hum when he kissed the side of her head, like she'd been recharged, and pulled her attention from the window to show him the journal she'd been looking at. "It's pretty, right? Feel the paper..."

"I did willingly move back and I don't regret it. Rosewood is a vortex and I simply let her pull me in." returning to his hometown after getting out was not what Perrie had anticipated when he left for Columbia. As much as he loved New York and would return one day to the city his heart was in Rosewood. "Oh, I'm the snack?" his tone was teasing. perrie tried to play it cool but couldn't deny the blush fighting its way to his cheeks. after all this time the smallest of compliments from his girlfriend still left him flustered. "Damn, here I was trying to become this intimidating figure. All that work for nothing." he sighed dramatically before breaking into a smile. "What else do you love about me? You know, if we're listing things." his attention turned to the journal in Willow's hands. Perrie's fingertips grazed the paper and nodded to himself with a satisfied look. "oh that's the good paper. It's beautiful. Thinking this could hold your next best seller? I can only imagine what you'd fill with it."

"Am I the only one who feels extra wary on days like this?" Willow craned her neck to look out the shop window, watching the miserable sky and the growing amount of snow falling from it. "Like, is this somewhere I want to get snowed in? Are my enemies in the room with me? Because I'm sure as hell not carrying enough snacks right now and I'm so not in the mood for mental warfare. I'm just here to buy more stationery than I'm ever going to need."

"You get stuck in one snowstorm and you're scarred for life." perrie teased. Willow wasn't exactly wrong. If perrie had to be snowed in anywhere it would be in the comforts of his home rather than the outside. He had willow to keep him company so it wouldn't be all that terrible either. "I always have a few snacks on me in case you run out and if your enemies are here you can use me as a big scary boyfriend shield." he paused. "boyfriend shield at least. I don't think I'm all that scary." he leaned over to kiss the side of her head. "it'll be fine. it's just clouds."

Haven's quest to diversify her dance portfolio led her to extra tap lessons, an acting class, and now- a book store. If she wanted to dance from the heart she thought maybe it'd help if she better appreciated ballet as an art form, really understood the history. It felt like progress, but one obsession gave way to another: from technical perfection to perhaps just perfection.

Before she could even make it to the arts and entertainment section though, the name on an end display caught her attention. Perrie's girlfriend. Of course she needed to read the back cover, that was just natural curiosity, but she hadn't expected to get a glowing recommendation from over her shoulder. Fuck. What do you say when you're caught redhanded with your ex's current girlfriend's book? "Hey. Not enough pictures in it for me, I think," she joked, setting the book back down. "In town for the holidays I presume?" @perriecruz

moving back to Rosewood wasn't really in Perrie's plans. he enjoyed New York. it became a second home to him but he also missed Rosewood. some time away from the city seemed like a good idea. eventually, he wanted to find his way back but for now, he was enjoying this new adventure in life. finding perrie in a bookstore was like finding a fork in a kitchen. it was to be expected. He often spent his youth in the bookstore he was currently walking through. a comforting wave of nostalgia washed over him as he browsed the aisles. nothing had specially caught his eye yet but he enjoyed walking up and down every single aisle to see what they had to offer.

what he didn't expect to see was haven. he was about to turn around and pretend they hadn't been in the same vicinity that is until he noticed that haven was holding willow's book and suddenly his curiosity was piqued. "I don't think many books in this section have pictures. well, except a few memoirs." he didn't read those. perrie preferred non-fiction. "uh no, actually I've moved back. what brings you to the entertainment aisle?"

"It's early November. It might as well be June," Willow pointed out, sitting crosslegged on the floor helping him poke through everything he'd collected. At that point the holidays themselves didn't matter, just the fact that she got to spend so much more time with Perrie at all. "Honestly, I'm just here for sweater season," she wiggled her arms, showing off the sweater of his she was wearing, the implication that it was his sweaters she was so excited about. "It could be National Watching Paint Dry day and I'd be all about it if you were there– do you need help?"

"Hey! If I had these up in June I would have gotten yelled at for disrespecting Halloween. My tiny Skeleton had to shine this year." there was a lightness in his tone that was only reserved for Willow. His face was hurting from how much he found himself smiling since returning. Perrie had missed this. Doing the most mundane activities with his girlfriend and having her in his space was something he couldn't take for granted. "ah, yeah sweater weather is great. my collection has seemed to dwindle," he gave her a knowing look. Perrie knew all too well the sweater she was rocking was his. he couldn't help but smile fondly at her as she showed it off. "Paint watching isn't as fun as this. oh, you'd deal with one of the most boring activities known to man for me? yeah, i'd appreciate it."

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"no, I got that part," daisy let him know with a small smile as she continued to soak up the water that'd spilled over the front of her. "perhaps another round of the training montage would suffice." she teased lightly. "you know, just to make your rat dad really proud of you." she told him, as she had actually caught their latest animated adventure recently and really enjoyed it. "donatello. yeah, the smart one. with the preference to a bo staff." daisy nodded. "well, it's lovely to meet you. i happen to be madonna."

braxton frowned a bit at her continuing to blot the spilled water from her outfit. there wasn't much more he could do but he still felt bad. "those 80s-inspired training montages really bring you to your full potential. so I'm told." he smiled. "right, yeah. it's all to make my rat dad happy." braxton brightened at her knowledge of the media. "exactly, yeah. it's nice to meet you as well, Madonna. what era are you in tonight again? you've had so many I've lost count."

Chace whipped her head around when somebody bumped into her, rolling her eyes when she realized the culprit was her brother. "Give me that-," she ripped the staff from his hand. "Consider your bo privileges revoked, you fucking dweeb."

"hey-" braxton protested and sighed. it amazed him it took this long for his weapon to be confiscated by one of his siblings. Unfortunately, it was chace so the odds of braxton seeing his bo staff again seemed slim. "taking my staff is one thing but also rubbing it in with a dweeb? low. at least I'm not as lethal with it as enver would be." he tilted his head. "if I promise not to bump into you again can I have my privileges back?"

"You are aware that you could have simply brought a toy weapon, right?" Franco mumbled, definitely too many drinks in to be anywhere near said dangerous weapon, which was how he'd ended up getting his drink all over himself. "Remind me to never let you near a sword." He chuckled. "Cool costume though, I have to admit."

"yeah but where's the fun in that?" braxton asked with a sheepish grin and a shrug of his shoulders. "that's fair. i wouldn't trust me with a sword either. i don't think i'd trust any of us with a sword." maybe hernando but that was about it when it came to his extended family. "thanks. seven year old me is geeking out on the inside."

"ow!" daisy said aloud, as she'd suddenly fallen victim to a— "why in god's name do you have a bo staff here?" she asked, through some laughter as she rubbed at her arm. the whole scene was quite ridiculous in hindsight, a ninja turtle hitting blonde ambition tour madonna. "yeah, i can tell." she told him, thanking him as he handed napkins off to her. "... so which one are you suppose to be? there's four of them, i do happen to know that much."

"i-it's part of the costume." he feared his more comfy cosplay wouldn't come through as a ninja turtle. the weapons sealed the deal. however, instead of opting for nunchucks or sais, he had picked a giant stick. the worried expression on his features melted at the other's laughter. she didn't seem all that upset but perhaps the laughter was more at him rather than with him. he was overthinking as usual. "maybe I needed more training, huh?" he joked. "oh, uh donatello. the purple one. he's the smart turtle."