𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

“Love the idea,” Dawson began to assure her that he wasn’t turning down the idea. “But there is a possibility that double D may already be trademarked by the popularized, nineties cartoon Ed, Edd, and Eddy. I don’t think double D, being a erratic, whiney character he is would support everything that my podcast is about. He is very matter-a-fact, too boomer to understand a conspiracy theory in my opinion.” He explained before walking over to the fridge. He pulled out an iced tea and began to sip it from the cracked bottle. Their fridge had become a stockpile of sugary drinks since Daysia had gotten sober. Though it wasn’t a good coping mechanism to replace one addiction with another, it was what they did to stay afloat in the face of bad days. Sugar drinks and emergency cookie dough for snacking a possible and in the consequence of energy, baking. “But on the off chance cartoon network will not come for our necks to capitalize on our small, independent business I fear that the title mad be a bit clickbait-esque. We also need to consider another demographic: the oncologists. The breast specialists. What if they’re just searching the web for a podcast, come across ours and are overjoyed by out boob-influenced name just to be disappointed by our misleading title?” Dawson countered with a raised brow.  This is how most of their conversations went considering how argumentative Dee tended to be. As Daysia revealed her amazon purchase, he began to slowly clap. “Do you know you’re a genius? A milled kief dispenser that is an alien? Iconic. All we need is a honey pot filled with dabs.” Dawson began to exit the kitchen before turning back to say, “Speaking of which, wanna smoke and watch Beavis and Butthead? I’ll roll.”

a tiny frown tugged at her lips. "i know this is probably going to sound like the most out of character statement i'll ever make, but i really didn't watch ed, edd, and eddy. somethin' about that wooden board with a face. that's in that show, right? gave me the creeps. i was more of a powerpuff girls kid. my mom had to ban it from the tv though because i went around kicking strangers. i think this is very telling of my character today, though." daysia followed dawson's lead and grabbed a dr. pepper from the fridge. soda had definitely become a regular part of her day. soda and coffee made up her daily drinks. she kept glass bottles of coke and other soft drinks in the fridge for bad days. the glass bottles made her feel like she was drinking whiskey again. it never fully did the trick, but it definitely felt more comfortable in her hand. "while i do feel like that title is deceptive, i feel like we need to take into consideration how much clickbait is used in social media nowadays. but you're right, we shouldn't conform. i will do my best to come up with a better title and consult you later," daysia gave him finger guns before tipping her drink back. "they make honey pot cookie jars. we could literally do this. just get like... a baby spoon or something toput with it and scoop it onto the rig whenever we want. smart shopping, too... buying in bulk," she couldn't hide the grin that crossed her face at her own joke. "uh, yes. absolutely. i would love nothing more. honestly, i'm feelin' kind of rough today so maybe that's what i need."

work meant that nate barely paid attention to the customers outside of their drink order. Since his manager had so gracefully given him his job back, nate wanted to be a better employee than he was before. So he just nodded and made the drink in under a minute and place it on top of the counter that divided them. He walked away for a minute but then stopped dead in his tracks as he realized who he had just served. He turned back around, hoping she hadn’t disappeared on him “daysia collins, is that you?” he called, smiling widely and placing his elbows on the counter in front of him. “what on earth are you doing ordering a shirley temple?” for a moment, it was like old times. Nate could easily pretend that he had never even left.

she’d started sipping on her drink, slightly offended by nate’s brush off. had it been on purpose? her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, but all of it melted away as he turned back around. if he wasn’t on the clock, daysia would’ve practically tackled him. “don’t take my calm demeanor as a sign of indifference. you’re working and i can’t jump over the bar even though i’d love to,” daysia reached out for his hand and gave it a gentle, yet tight squeeze. “i really didn’t expect you to be here, but i certainly hoped you were. boss man let you back in, i see,” she pulled her and back and placed both of them on the bar, face down with a bit of force. “regrettably sober, babe,” she quipped, pulling her tiny vape from her lanyard and inhaling deeply. as she exhaled, she commented. “except for weed. if i couldn’t smoke, i’d be dead. especially here. why did we come back again?”

@daycollins​

It was entirely Oscar’s fault that his relationships with everyone he’d left in PH before he left turned awkward in the time away. Especially since he really hadn’t made any attempts to reach out on his own in the time he’d been back in town. Now as he walked from his place to Daysia’s, the moon lighting his way, he almost regretted his attitude adjustment for creating the weirdness. He knocked on her front door, silently hoping that his distance didn’t catch her attention. It opened, and before she could say anything he nodded in her direction and teased “Hey neighbor. Got a cup of sugar I can borrow?”

if there was one thing daysia was learning, it was that sobriety in peach hollow was absolute agony. the place she once called home felt like uncharted territory. walking through the hollow brought so many memories back -- good and bad, but the good memories were starting to feel as tainted as the bad ones. mac, dom, nate, oscar, and mavi had left within the span of a month, and it took all of daysia’s energy just to survive. the loneliness she’d felt had been an emotion she never wished to feel again, yet here she was, permanently lonely. there was only so much she could burden dawson with.

the knock on the door startled her from her blank stare at bob’s burgers. it had come somewhat of a comfort show. she climbed off the couch clad in plaid pajama shorts and a long tank top, then shuffled to the front door. daysia peeked out of the hole in the door, and the sight of oscar made her chest swell with hope. she unlocked and opened the door, and before he could even get the joke to leave his lips, she was jumping into his arms and holding tightly. “fuck, oz. i missed -- i miss you so much,” she whispered into his shoulder. “don’t leave. please don’t leave.”

Cardboard had been piling up in their Blueberry Boulevard’s home recycling bin for weeks. Broken down boxes had consumed the barrels, making the house an eye-rolling sight for the bypassing garbage men. Dawson had just finished the breaking up the last lingering box when he said aloud, “That’s the last one. We’re officially moved in.” He sighed as he tossed the flat cardboard on the counter, not bothering to carry it outside but instead leaning against the kitchen counter to look at Daysia. “I know I was skeptical about the third bedroom at first but having a podcasting, weed studio that we can fondly refer to as The Green Room is not only a luxury but a necessity.” Dawson ran his fingers through his mess of curls, a smile running across his lips as he looked around. “We did pretty good. The only qualm I have is that I wish we got the alien salt and pepper shakers instead of the owls. They have sophisticated bowties but we simply did not pay enough homage to extraterrestrials in our living space and for that I’ll never forgive myself.” 

@daycollins​

when daysia met dawson, she felt like she’d met someone who wouldn’t judge her, someone who was similar to her without all the baggage -- at least, without all the public baggage. it had definitely surprised her when he responded to her ad for a roommate posted on the bulletin boards of most of the shops around town. she was skeptical about letting a boy move in, especially after just being a neighbor to two had lead to a lot of heartache that she didn’t want to think about, but he convinced her pretty quickly. it was dawson’s vibe. he didn’t seem threatening, nor did he seem like he wanted to pursue her, both traits she was looking for in a roommate. “i had a thought,” she mused. daysia hopped onto the kitchen counter, kicking her legs back and forth. “if you ever wanted me in on that podcast -- we could be called double d,” she quipped with a quick laugh. “i mean, think about it. think how you could stretch across several different demographics -- one, which i’m sure you’re not struggling to reach, women. now, i’m a bruh girl according to tiktok. i can bring you all your women loving women audience members, and i guess men too. they don’t always deserve rights, though,” the feminist in her had kicked it up a notch in the past few years. daysia grabbed her phone from the counter and started scrolling the moment dawson mentioned the alien shakers. it took her less than a minute to order them off of amazon. “picture this -- blueberry boulevard, 2020,” she put her phone down and put her hands in the air. “i ordered the aliens and we will be putting ground up weed into them and sprinkling it into every piece we use.”

{ zendaya ☁ twenty six ☁ she/her }  among the whispers around peach hollow, have you heard of daysia collins? no? well, let’s catch you up to speed. rumor has it, she’s been seen strolling around blueberry boulevard & have lived in peach hollow for six years. it’s good to have her around because i hear she’s a crisis counselor for a living. recent events must have her trembling because it hasn’t be long since everyone found out she flunked school. let’s hope they learned their lesson that the truth always catches up to you.