#v: girl in the hall

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@bitmorerouge asked: “I didn't know who else to turn to.” (Graziella to Velma)

For once, Velma has the apartment to herself.

Her father is out, at work supposedly, and he's not likely to be back until the bars close. The boys are all out with their friends and she has no idea where her mother's gotten but it's likely to be late before she's back as well. God knows, Velma can't even remember the last time there was such a concept as a family dinner in their home, at least not one that involved the whole family anyway. But she's not going to complain too much about the peace and quiet for now, not when her best friend clearly needs her.

"Come on in, Graz, ain't no one home." Admittedly, it's a bit of a mess. There'd been another argument last night, and she's only just finished sweeping up the broken glass (and inwardly she hopes that her skirts cover where she's wound the thin gauze around her knee). Ignoring all that, she pulls Graziella over to the somewhat dilapidated couch, sitting her down and perching opposite her. "Talk to me, what is it?"