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“James.” I came rushing down the stairs and my best friend looked up with alarm as I rushed down the stairs, barefoot racing to the bottom of the steps where he was looking absolutely petrified to see me shaking violently. 

“Did you dream Mac was dead again?”

“No… No.” I clutched my chest and pointed at him, his face immediately darkening. “You dreamt they killed me?” He melted. “Baby no. No way. I would never leave you. That’s just the juice talking.” He promised. “I know that shit with Alex is hard but…” He cuffed my chin. “Come on, now.” He brushed a tear away with his fingertips. “What do you need? You need some most dope family? You need some…” He chuckled. “What do you need?” 

“Maybe some you guys…” I admitted. “Or some Key and Peele. I have an appointment in twelve.”

“Well, let’s do it.” He said resolutely. 

// 6am. 

I moaned tiredly as I woke up laid on Jimmy’s lap. “Dude, you let me fall asleep again!” I threw my fist at his shoulder and he chuckled, more out of amusement than pain.

“Ouch, Jazz.” He rubbed his shoulder. “Is that anyway to treat the guy who got you an audition with his best friend at nine am?” He held up his phone with a proud serene smile. “I know, I’m awesome.”

“Jimmy, that’s like the worst news you could drop into my lap at—“ I glanced at his phone. “SIX AM!?”

“Hey, hey.” He chided with a lift of his hand. “Think about it. Mac’s never seen you groove like that… It’s time we show that to Most Dope University.”

“I-no. Jimmy. No.” I sputtered asd I wiped the drool off the side of my face. “My appointment..”

“Is pushed forward a lil bit.” Both of our eyes slowly met the man walking into the room with a tray of coffee. 

“Where’s Shannon?” I asked Cash as he sat down the two glasses. 

“That gonna be your catch phrase now?” He gestured the coffee before me with his eyes. I sighed loudly. “Also—“ He handed me my phone. “I got some good ones in there.” He promised. 

//

Jack would be lying through his teeth if he said he felt comfortable watching the women walk around the store. Each one was lending Jack a charming smile as he walked through the aisles with the list from Shannon in his hand. 

“Excuse me.” He tapped a woman on the shoulder who whirled around with a beaming smile. “Mr. Harlow, we’ve been expecting you.” The girl said and Jack frowned. “Really?”

“Yes. Leah.” She threw her hand in his and shook. He took in the triangle tattoo on her hands and noted to himself this must be the echelon treatment. 

“Word nice to meet you. I”m jack harlow.” He put his hand in hers and she smiled a knowing smile. 

“Trust me Mr. Harlow, the girls know who you are.” A woman placed sixteen boxes in front of him and his eyes widened, “What’s all this?”

“Mrs. Leto’s order.”

“Damn.” Jack let out a downward whistle. “Are we studying for a showcase or hurdling at the olympics bro?” He watched as the lady sat the boxes on the bench.

“And what size are you?” She looked at him and he frowned. 

“Uh, my ma usually does that for me.” He’s uncomfortable with the ladies staring him down as if trying to guess the size of his feet by the height of his body. He scratched his nose nervously before he looked around, realizing he was probably the only athlete on campus on Monday Morning picking up shoes for his boss.

“He’s a —“ Nas whispered into someone near him’s ears and she laughed out loud. Jack frowned despondently as he shoved Nas roughly. 

“Yo, what’d you tell her?”

“Uh.. the truth.” Nas collapsed in the seat nearest Jack whose stomach growled.

“Aye, you think Miss Y/L/N is gonna feed us after the show?” Jack held up a new Balance sweater that was sitting on the rack, admiring it. It was definitely good dance gear. 

“Doesn’t she always feed you, Jack Jack.” Nas rolled his eyes as he opened his campus newsletter. 

“You and Miller pretty close these days huh? I mean, what about Y/N? And the scandal of getting entangled in a Leto Brother’s fairytale.” Nas smirked. “I’ma have to tell Wiz.”

“Yo, there’s nothing going on between me and my wif—“ Jack froze and his eyes raced to his feet. “Shannon’s girlfriend.” He corrected.

“Still said it wrong.” Nas smirked. 

“This coffee is perfect—“ Both boys looked up to see the woman coming in, sipping the black coffee mug in her hand. “I know it’s just sugar and bean water with a dollop of dark chocolate malt but fuck.” I moaned as I paused in my step, the stack of shoe boxes over brimming.

“Shit.” I sighed. “Shannon went overboard again didn’t he?”

“That’s what happens when you make delicious ass greek food.” I gasped as Jay sat down non ceremoniously before he kicked his shoes onto the table. “Spin couldn’t come so.. check your phone.”

I frowned as I looked down at  the text from the drum group chat. 

“What’s it say?” Nas smirked and I laughed. Each of the boys had sent their own meme and every single one of them had sent me at once. 

“It says Shan and Wolf have a kick off game going for you guys at the beauty bar at noon, followed by a 21+ party with the Most Dope Family. And…” I squinted. “Pete Davidson.”

“And me.” All eyes completely paused as the tall blonde strode into the room, putting his arm hand on my shoulder before he pointed to Jack. 

“This Grace’s partner?” 

“Indeed he is.” I smiled proudly up at Michael McKagan who eyed Jack.

“Duff.” He introduced himself to the boys. “Uh you guys can call me Mae, Susan, or the body. As I’m the bass countdown for this semester.” 

I paused when I received a solo text.. From him. 

“Yo Teach. We gotta go.” Jack said and I nodded briefly pushing him off before I opened the attachment. “Holy shit.” I whispered. I pulled the phone to my lips. “Hey, Em. It’s me. I just saw the photo of us curtsied. I don’t know who leaked that. I’m so sorry. I’ll have Jared look into it.”

I smiled to Jack as best I could as I climbed into the van, fingers drumming against the seat as  I waited for his response.

“Hey…” Jack looked at me. “You okay?”

“Fine.” I replied shortly.

Ping. Wolfie. (1) (2) (+45)

I bit my lip and clenched my phone as I stared at the window.

“Hey. Can you do me a favor?” Jack asked and I nodded. “Can you take a picture of me quick for the drill chat?” He handed me his phone, already armed with the camera roll. 

“Of course.”

“And then can you like make it look dope for the gram? I don’t know how to be as fly as you.” He playfully tapped my leg and I rolled my eyes. “Well first, Mister Ego as big as his head. I’d take it down on that Guarini ass smile for five minutes.”

“Oh yeah, you think my hair is American Idol good?” He laughed as he pouted his lips at me, flipping his head over his shoulder a couple of times, lending me a sweet charming smile. I laughed as I tapped the shutter button.

“Shit I gotta text that one to Coi.” I said with an excited chuckle as I sat back tossing his phone to him before picking up my own. Jack smiled proudly over his shoulder at Nas who nodded  with a proud smile.

//

“And girl aye, they really think I can’t afford the hair on my head, I’m finna get my braids done in an hour type shit, no cap. They playing. You know I got wads.”

“Lemme see.” Gus joked and she flashed the camera her stack of money. “Damn, that’s from the studio?”

“I laid bars with Baby, hell yeah.” She smiled. “Ya’ll out here getting bent. And I’m out here  getting endssss.” 

“Me too look.” Gus laughed as Trippie and  Uzi flipped their cameras, him offering his best model pose to match hers. She laughed out loud before she paused. “Yo. Jazz just sent me a picture of Jack.” 

“Aye send a throwback of us and say something cool!” Juice bounced on Gus’s shoulder. 

“Like what?” Coi frowned at them.

“Like stay hydrated. You know, something smoov!” Gus said, as he flipped back his water, chugging it before rushing to refill it as the tired boys of BTS piled in the room.

“Aye we gotta go.” Gus didn’t wait for a response.

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You’re sitting in his living room, and he’s holding his sketchpad as he watches your feet.

“Whatcha drawing?” You ask with a teasing grin and he gives you his signature practiced shrug

handing you the bottle of water as you glide over to him, wheels effortlessly running against the

floor.

“I don’t know yet.” He shrugged as he continued making light circular strokes around the

paper.

“Do you know if it’s inspired by me yet?” You winked, letting your skates pop up off the ground,

you gliding on one wheel while the stopper of the other skate coasted in mid air.

“It’s always inspired by you, Blue.” He bit his lip as he set his leather moleskin 8x10

sketchbook and watched you with intrigued eyes. “Still scared to go downhill huh?”

“Terrified.” You exclaimed.

“How about we try it together?”

“You’re terrified of skates, angel.” You laughed down at your shoes.

“Oh I’m not practicing that.. I’m practicing being your—“ he stops talking but you see his

mouth gently spelling out boyfriend. You smiled softly as you glided over to him and held out

your hands. “Promise not to freak out.” He said, reading your thoughts and throwing them

back at you.

“I’m working on it.” You replied back with confidence that it was his next line.

He cleared his throat as he followed you outside.

//

The hill was intimidating as you ran your usual laps up and down. “You okay?” You called out

and he nodded, not even chancing a glance of up from his drawing. You were just happy he

had said the B word, the last thing you were considering was the loud skid, the sound of your

skates toppling over one another and the sight of concrete racing toward you.

“Fuck.” You wailed as you landed, skidding and feeling the gravel scrape against your spine.

This one was gonna be gnarly.

“Babe!” You heard the pound of his sneakers against the pavement and squeezed your eyes

shut as tears ran down your face. Pain was typical and temporary. Embarrassment was forever.

“Sorry—“ you blurted out as you fought to lift yourself onto your elbows and he crouched down

in front of you. His eyes took in the blood pooling out of your knee. It was a small wound but

he slowly but surely wrapped a shirt around it.

“It looks terrible.” He said softly as you winced from the pressure he was placing on it as he

carefully wrapped his shirt around it, tying your leg into a makeshift brace.

“You should feel my back.” You scoffed and his eyes raced to yours, pain evident and alive as

he silently requested you turn around. You bit your lip, placed your hand on his shoulder and

fight back the painful groan as you turned your body so that he could lift up your shirt. You

heard him whisper a swear word and felt terrible, he was never one to swear around you.

You felt his finger trace your spine and your trembled unsteadily, slumping over as he held you

up. “It hurts…”

“It just means we can’t use the headboard for a while.” He smirked at you, eyes alive with

humor and playfulness. You smiled. Your usually squeamish best friend was now pulling you

into an embrace.

“What are you doing?”

“Carrying you.” He said as if it were obvious. “No girlfriend of mine is going to walk with all that

pain.” He promised as he lifted you up, and the weight of the relief caused you to fall limp in his

arms as he pulled you to his strong chest and carried you.

“Grab my sketch?” He said as he swooped you forward, just enough so that you could grab his

sketchbook and take a glance. On the paper was a funny drawing of you, looking absolutely

adoring with what you could only guess was him on the other end.

“Like it?” He asked softly as he began carrying you toward the house. You listened to the thud

of his heartbeat and melted into his embrace as the pain in your back became a faint hum.

“Love it.” You hummed.