#avhalliwell

[jodebeauvoir]

special delivery to ; @avhalliwell​​​

location ; jolie’s backyard in ventura

date & time ; april 9th at 8:30pm 

Jolie had been looking forward to this long-awaited reunion with her best friend before she stepped foot on Catalina for the first time in a long time. Throughout the five years of her prior residency in Newport Beach, the highlighted platinum blonde came down to visit the isle often. While her grandparents lived here, lavishing in the life they created here, she missed being around their company on a daily basis. Along with that, she missed all of her friends that she grew up with and Ava was one included. So once the estate in Ventura was handed down to the only granddaughter of the de Beauvoir legacy after it’s much needed remodel from Margaux, the female saw an opportunity with her work contract ending as well as her relationship with Vince blossoming to return back to her roots once and for all. Of course, moving was something she despised considering it was her fourth time doing it but surely, her last. And nearly a month and a half later, the home was styled to perfection with old items from Newport as well as new purchases because she couldn’t help herself midst it all. Tonight was the perfect evening, not a single weather storm nearby and the stars were outside, to take their beverages in the backyard to submerged themselves underneath the Catalina spring weather, her string lights and the comfort of the day-beds. A bottle of rosé resting in the iced bucket, she even planned out a charcuterie board for them to snack on, even though dinner was not that long ago. Sliding off her house slippers, one of her many things of comfort, she ended up sitting upright against the plush pillows on the left side, taking a glance over at Ava with a delicate beam, “Who would’ve thought all of the years when we dreamed out wanting to get out of Catalina that we’d be back?” She questioned in her angelic range whilst a soft chuckle followed afterwards. Falling in a moment of silence, seafoam hues began to wander around the familiar surroundings of her home ─ yes, her home after all of these years. It was a string of realization this was her life now and only time was advancing on her side rather than making her younger. Lifting her glass to her petals for a minimal sip of the substance, hues flickered back onto her best friend, “How are you feeling? What’s been going on with you?” These were the only realistic questions to ask even though they were picking up conversations from phone calls and FaceTimes to a more of a personal face-to-face interaction. Everything she wanted and needed to know finally had the time because Jolie could give Ava all of her undivided attention. 

[maiarourke]

CLOSED / @avhalliwell LOCATION: maia’s home in ventura DATE AND TIME: march 30th, evening

Running around her Ventura home, Maia practically turned her own kitchen into a war-zone after attempting to cook a dinner for Ava. After making plans to have a quiet night in with her best friend, Maia had been taking more time than what was required to make a simple Italian styled dinner for only two people. Evident, after she heard the front door opening and closing. Maia spent most of her days either taking care of her father or taking care of her sisters children, sometimes it was both at the same time. Truth be told, it was never a problem for Maia. Baring the weight of responsibilities in order to keep her family afloat during what seemed to be the last few months of her fathers life isn’t what troubled her. It was the presence of her mother, and her lack of remorse with how serious her husbands illness was getting. Still, she constantly gave her the benefit of the doubt. Making excuses for herself, telling herself that it was her mothers own way of dealing with the new reality. If it weren’t for that, Maia wasn’t too sure with how she’d deal with her mother but it didn’t matter if she had a lack of memory -- a woman scorned would always be one, and that came in the form of Josephine Rourke. Though being back on the Island wasn’t all too bad. Even with half of her memories swiped, being around friends like Ava made being back in Catalina comfortable. And even though she didn’t like to admit it, it felt like home and it didn’t take long for the two to continue where they had left off, as if nothing ever happened to Maia. She could spot a real friend from a mile away, and Ava was living proof of that and their unwavering friendship. Another reason why she badly needed a simple and quiet night in, even if it meant the sacrifice of Maia’s kitchen and entire home. “Good, you’re here!” she beamed, turning around to be greeted by the one person she’d expected to see today, and probably the only person that she wanted to see today. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. Come, sit, have a drink and make yourself at home.” she added, already reaching into her cupboard and pulling out two wine glasses. “I’m cooking. Have 911 ready.”

[jodebeauvoir]

CATCH A GLIMPSE OF JOLIE L. DE BEAUVOIR’S INSTAGRAM.....

A clip transcript from Cleo Halliwell’s Podcast, A Piece of Cleo, with Jolie de Beauvouir: “My Instagram isn’t anything interesting.... well, besides the fact that I am really trying to promote my book club but other than that, I’m just Jolie de Beauvoir ─ granddaughter of Blaise and Margaux, the faces of Beauvoir Bicycles and I really try not to use my surname for any benefits. I did an Instagram Live once asking people about where I can buy some bowls for my new house.. websites and any nearby stores in Los Angeles/Catalina. Instead, I went on a tangent about Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. I have no idea how I got there. I’m pretty sure Miles asked me something about Harry Potter and it went from there. I won’t deny that I love the things that I love though. I may be thirty-one years old and I embrace that my interests are different. Also yes, before you ask, I am a House Hufflepuff. I am quite proud of my house sorting...... *something else briefly discussed here but not important* ...Anyway, whoever follows my Instagram is brave because my posts are so sporadic.. funny because I am far from sporadic in my day to day life. I love organization and schedules... oddly enough.”

featuring ; @vincassidy, @lourdeshoward, @nadinehyun, @countryqveen, @avhalliwell, @milesawayellis