Savannah Levine

Savannah was eighteen years old today.

She was sitting on her bed and there was a vase of roses on her nightstand and she was holding the bracelet Johnny had sent with the flowers. Johnny's gifts had made her smile -- and made her decide not to call Benicio about his gift. She knew everyone was going to freak about the car, but she was smart enough to know it was part birthday gift, and part bribe to forgive him for the last time they had seen each other. She placed the new keys on her nightstand and laid back against her pillows, playing with the bracelet and smiling like a dork.

She had the best and most thoughtful boyfriend.


[[OOC: Yep, it's Savannah's birthday! Post open for calls and visits. May end up going into SP.]]

Savannah was curled up on her bed with a book. It had been a nice weekend and Friday night had been one of the greatest nights of her life. Homecoming with Johnny had been magical and she had enjoyed every moment of the night.

Class had been interesting today and gave her something to think about.

However, currently, she was curled up with a book... trying to pretend she had forgotten what today was.