xviii. love of my life

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"How's my favorite Indiepop this fine afternoon?" River asked as he walked up to the brunette sitting in the grass against her tree outside the arts building. He held two guitar cases and set them down on the ground before plopping down next to her.

"Ew," Indie groaned, frowning her eyebrows together. "Don't bring that back. You know how much I hated that nickname when I was a kid. I still hate it now."

"Why do you think I use it?" He smirked. "What are we drawing today?"

"Just something for my figure class," she told him. "You nervous about performing today?"

"Me? Never," he chuckled. "How are you feeling? You haven't been on a stage in quite some time. You sure you're going to be able to handle it?"

"I've got this in the bag," Indie told him with a smile.

"So, this is for your figure class?" He asked. "It looks like a whole bunch of white scribbles on black paper to me."

"Of course it does," she rolled her eyes and brushed her fingers over fading silhouette of a person. To Indie, she could clearly see the crouched down women. Her hands touching the undesignated ground and her knee bent. "You can't see it?"

"Oh, okay, maybe," he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm a bit blind to this stuff, Ind. Why do you think I have you? It's to show me the things I can't see because you've got this creative little head on you and see outside the lines."

"I try at least," she smiled, taking it a compliment. Her lips parted to ask him yet another question when her eyes were pulled away by a very confused and lost looking blonde walking by. Her head whirled around as she looked for indications of where she was and where she was heading.

"What are you looking at?" River asked.

"I'll be right back," Indie hoped up, collecting her black paper sketchbook in her arms as she headed for her. "Gwen!" She called out and earned her attention. "Hi, sorry. Gwen, right?"

"Yeah," she nodded, bringing her hand up to the curls in her ponytail. "You're the girl from my brother's apartment," she commented as she grabbed the end of the olive coat she wore and pulled on it. "You look better in your own clothes."

"Thanks, I think?" Indie furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the maroon button up dress she wore. It collected in an empire style before falling to mid-thigh. "My name is Indie, by the way. I was just sitting over there with my friend, River," she pointed in his direction and Gwen followed her hand, her light eyes settling on the brunette. "You looked a little lost. What are you looking for? Maybe I could help."

"Actually yeah, you probably got a lot better idea where my brother is than I do," she laughed. "I mean, you are sleeping with him."

"Oh," Indie's eyes widened, a bit taken back by her bluntness and then her mind began running wild. She didn't understand why Harry would share details about their intimate moment with his sister. Then she immediately felt like a hypocrite having told both Tina and River.

Gwen sighed, "I'm sorry. I don't meet to be so cold. You seem like a very sweet girl, it's just I'm a bit irritated with Harry and I'm taking it out on you."

"I get where you're coming from, trust me," Indie smiled softly.

"Ind, sorry to barge in but we've got to get going," River came up, his guitars at hand.

"No worries," Indie shook her head. "River, this is Gwen, Harry's sister. Gwen, this is my best friend, River."

"Hey," River's lips curled up and Indie was taken back watching as his eyes only settled on hers. They didn't go beyond her face and that was odd for River, though he didn't admit it, he let his eyes wander women's bodies and eyed them up when he met them.

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