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[color=Teal][b]Location;[/b][/color] Her Apartment [Color=Teal]►[/Color] Fabian's Apartment (Bro Pad)
[color=Teal][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] Fabian {[@HushedWhispers]} Amelia {[@Hero]*Mentioned*}, Jason {[@Helo]}
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Thanksgiving; Layla's favorite time of the year.

Well, besides Christmas of course. November and Thanksgiving, always held a special place in her heart. Since she was little. It had been filled with good memories. Every year, her entire family and close family friends were gathered. Celebrating, enjoying time together, as well as the delicious food. Since her family, was competitive. A lot. They always played a game of football. It was tradition. Often or not, the other team would try and cheat somehow...which always ended up turning into fun and jokes.

The last few years, since she met her close friends. Layla had spent Thanksgiving day with them. Even if she would usually visit, her family later on during the Holidays. This year, Fabian was hosting Thanksgiving. Whilst Fabian was cooking. Layla thought, she'd treat her friends to another one of her sweet treats. Layla loved Baking. Ever since she had been little. Her aunt Monica had taught her, the best recipes that run in their family. Of course, Layla put her own spin on it.

Her Dalmation puppy, Piper. Was lightly snoring; from her spot near the couch. Laying on the comfortable bean-bag bed. Layla just finished making the icing for the cake. Taking out her phone for a few moments; Layla thought she'd give Amy a call. She wanted to wish her  happy Thanksgiving and ask, if she'd like any cake left over; for herself and her boyfriend. But as the phone rung and rung....Amy didn't pick up. Layla shrugged it off. Amelia must have been busy.

The young woman, went back to finishing off the cake. Chocolate Velvet.

When her phone buzzed a little bit later. Layla had almost done putting the icing on the cake. She checked her messages...seeing one from Fabian. She giggled as she read his text, shaking her head. He was like a brother to her. The pair had always been rather close; since they met. Layla trusted him, and he was pretty much the first person, she went too if she needed something. She replied to his message:

[Center][Color=Teal]To Fabian: [/Color]
[Color=Aqua]I'll check on him, don't worry. Have you heard if everyone else is coming or not? See you soon, bro. xox [/color][/Center]

Even if they weren't officially related. The pair did call each other; bro and sis. And often, even their friends called the pair of them siblings. She set her phone down, pulling off her apron. She set it on the back of the Kitchen Chair. Walking out of her Apartment, she made her way across the hall. Luckily, Fabian lived right opposite her, with his room-mates. 

As always, Layla knocked gently..Before walking in. [Color=Teal]"Jay, I hope you're not eating the Thanskgiving food on your own."[/Color] she teased, her friend with a smile, when she seen him.