Newport Beach, Wednesday Afternoon
The one thing Summer missed about Newport whenever she was away was the beach. She was pretty determined to get as much sunbathing time in as she could before she'd make the movie to San Francisco. Today was no exception.
When she returned from her latest beach visit, she immediately picked up her cellphone which she'd forgotten to bring with her. "So sorry I forgot you."
Then she checked her voicemail, frowning slightly when she had none waiting for her.
"Oh, uh, Chris left you a message, but I accidentally erased it," came a voice from under her blanket. Summer pulled it away, revealing Taylor Townsend half asleep in her bed. What the hell? Wasn't she supposed to be in France?
"Taylor?" she sputtered. "What are you doing in my bed?"
"Do you want to get in?" Taylor replied. "We could snuggle."
"No!" Summer quickly replied. "What are you doing here and why are you listening to my messages?"
"I don't suppose you have an espresso maker?" Taylor said sleepily.
"What are you wearing?" Summer said, blinking at Taylor's weird leopard print negligée thing.
Taylor pouted. "I always sleep in this."
Summer threw her robe at her. "Put this on. Immediately."
As Taylor did as instructed, Summer continued. "Now will you please tell me what's going on? Aren't you supposed to be in France? Do you have a secret twin because that would explain so much."
"Something happened when I was in France...just something...huge," Taylor started to explain in her fast paced way of speaking. "I came back in told my mom about it and she kinda kicked me out. So now I'm Le Vagabond with no place to stay. Julie said I could stay here and Kaitlin said I could have the guest room..."
Summer just blinked. A lot. "This is why I wish my dad didn't let Julie keep the house when they were never married to begin with. Also? Does this look like the guest bedroom? Hello, it is completely lived in. Look?"
The room definitely had traces of Summer's personality all over it.
Taylor shrugged. "I figured you wouldn't mind what with you moving to San Francisco soon and all."
"Soon," Summer repeated. "Not yet. Now tell me what it is your mom kicked you out for?"
Taylor sighed over-dramatically. "I...kind of got married. And now I need to get a divorce from my French husband."
Summer gaped. "What? How did this happen? Who did you marry?"
"His name was Henri-Michele and I met him outside the Place de Vogüé," Taylor began. "He wooed me for a few whirlwind weeks and the next thing I knew, I was in his family's chapel in Burgundy, tipsy of a 1953, Chateau Margot and vowing to love until death do us part. He is a stubborn man who won't agree to a divorce and I don't know..."
"I can't believe you got married!" Summer exclaimed. "What are you gonna do?"
Taylor shrugged. "I am not sure right now, but I need a place to stay..."
Summer sighed. "You can stay here. In the guest room. For now."
"Thank you, Summer!" Taylor squealed, giving her a great big tackle hug. "I promise you won't regret it. You won't even know I'm here!"
Summer somehow doubted that last part. At least things wouldn't be boring. The adventures of Taylor Townsend were,at least, entertaining. That's what Summer was telling herself, anyway. Maybe they could even become really good friends before Summer's move.
[ooc: establishy. much of the dialog taken from the season four episodes "The Gringos" and "The Cold Turkey," with a few changes]
When she returned from her latest beach visit, she immediately picked up her cellphone which she'd forgotten to bring with her. "So sorry I forgot you."
Then she checked her voicemail, frowning slightly when she had none waiting for her.
"Oh, uh, Chris left you a message, but I accidentally erased it," came a voice from under her blanket. Summer pulled it away, revealing Taylor Townsend half asleep in her bed. What the hell? Wasn't she supposed to be in France?
"Taylor?" she sputtered. "What are you doing in my bed?"
"Do you want to get in?" Taylor replied. "We could snuggle."
"No!" Summer quickly replied. "What are you doing here and why are you listening to my messages?"
"I don't suppose you have an espresso maker?" Taylor said sleepily.
"What are you wearing?" Summer said, blinking at Taylor's weird leopard print negligée thing.
Taylor pouted. "I always sleep in this."
Summer threw her robe at her. "Put this on. Immediately."
As Taylor did as instructed, Summer continued. "Now will you please tell me what's going on? Aren't you supposed to be in France? Do you have a secret twin because that would explain so much."
"Something happened when I was in France...just something...huge," Taylor started to explain in her fast paced way of speaking. "I came back in told my mom about it and she kinda kicked me out. So now I'm Le Vagabond with no place to stay. Julie said I could stay here and Kaitlin said I could have the guest room..."
Summer just blinked. A lot. "This is why I wish my dad didn't let Julie keep the house when they were never married to begin with. Also? Does this look like the guest bedroom? Hello, it is completely lived in. Look?"
The room definitely had traces of Summer's personality all over it.
Taylor shrugged. "I figured you wouldn't mind what with you moving to San Francisco soon and all."
"Soon," Summer repeated. "Not yet. Now tell me what it is your mom kicked you out for?"
Taylor sighed over-dramatically. "I...kind of got married. And now I need to get a divorce from my French husband."
Summer gaped. "What? How did this happen? Who did you marry?"
"His name was Henri-Michele and I met him outside the Place de Vogüé," Taylor began. "He wooed me for a few whirlwind weeks and the next thing I knew, I was in his family's chapel in Burgundy, tipsy of a 1953, Chateau Margot and vowing to love until death do us part. He is a stubborn man who won't agree to a divorce and I don't know..."
"I can't believe you got married!" Summer exclaimed. "What are you gonna do?"
Taylor shrugged. "I am not sure right now, but I need a place to stay..."
Summer sighed. "You can stay here. In the guest room. For now."
"Thank you, Summer!" Taylor squealed, giving her a great big tackle hug. "I promise you won't regret it. You won't even know I'm here!"
Summer somehow doubted that last part. At least things wouldn't be boring. The adventures of Taylor Townsend were,at least, entertaining. That's what Summer was telling herself, anyway. Maybe they could even become really good friends before Summer's move.
[ooc: establishy. much of the dialog taken from the season four episodes "The Gringos" and "The Cold Turkey," with a few changes]