𝐹𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐼𝑆𝐻 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 / *

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he felt like standing up and running away, preferably to a different continent. the only person who could possibly rank worse than him in helping people with feelings was florian. jacob wasn’t as close to korinna to just hug and make her feel better – until two hours ago he’d probably torch her hair if anything. her tone of voice and comments made him feel uneasy. it didn’t bring him any satisfaction seeing her vulnerable and upset. even if unconsciously, jacob kept his little charade with korinna because she was always up to speed and a worthy opponent. “you’re our friend so you know the different problems we all have here. florian can’t grasp basic human contact, lorenzo is just dumb at this point, mia has hundreds of men going after her and she’s making a fool out of herself going after the only one who doesn’t, i can’t help but feel suffocated by all of this sometimes, morgana is so naive sometimes i’m scared of the world breaking her into two, and vienna is just a mess in more ways than one.” brushing some hair away from his forehead, jacob fixed his gaze on her. “what i’m trying to say is that we all have problems and things that makes us less cool or whatever, but that doesn’t mean we don’t deserve to be here and be friends with each other. you have to snap out of it.” the last sentence came out harsher than he meant to, but it came from a place of care. “we might know people outside of this but at the end of the day, we only have each other. i sound like ece now but i think we have a lot to learn from each other. i know i have a lot to learn from you.” 

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jacob couldn’t help but tilt his head back and laugh. “hide it better? i think you took like two shots before swaying on your feet. i think i saw you apologise to a chair.” he used to enjoy drinking when he was sixteen going to seventeen, hiding in his basement with his friends getting smashed drunk off cheap vodka. nowadays, the fun was in people watching as they tried to hide how lightweight they were. exhibit a? korinna. “and to answer your question: morgana is fine. she probably has mia and vienna fanning over her. mia is trying to avoid lorenzo so she’s extra motherly – or as close to that as she can get. which isn’t very close.” the whole band dynamic sometimes felt suffocating. they were all each other had and sometimes their relationships got complicated and simply messy and everyone knew about it. “well, i’m at least six foot one so your five foot two is still far too short. like a hobbit. i think the aesthetic suits you.” as he spoke, jacob stepped back and let his back touch the cold wall. he used his hands so help him to slide down so he was sitting down in front of the sink with his arms resting on his knees. “or a polly pocket?” 

jacob resembled a deer caught in the headlights. a part of him softened knowing that the girl trusted him enough to help her in such a vulnerable moment. he considered turning around and fetching morgana instead, or even lorenzo, but instead firmed his feet in place and decided to stay. “well, i guess i am a good company,” jacob said with a smile, trying to distract her from her sickness. he would draw a line at the puking – he wasn’t sure he could stomach it since the pizza had been free flowing and he indulged more than his fair share. “i think you need someone sober to help you and i’d rather chop my arm off than go ask florian for that.” who would willingly go ask him? “want some crackers maybe? it might help. or the cold water.” uncapping his water bottle, he placed it beside her. since living around so many girls, a hairband lived attached to his wrist and he used that to gather her hair in a ponytail, tying it back to prevent future incidents. jacob shivered in disgust imagining not only the vomit but also the dirty hair. “what did you even drink? or are you just not that tolerant?” he looked at her in the mirror, leaning back against the cold tiles. 

não era bem de seu feitio fazer algo pelo domingo e se encontrava completamente inerte em seus estudos, apenas pausando uma leitura e outra para que pudesse revisar as letras e as suas tarefas para o próximo dia. o início de uma turnê era sempre contagiante e a festa que haviam combinado era uma maneira do início ser promissor e satisfatório, podendo conversar sobre as apresentações e os planos que teriam para os shows. na verdade, era sempre o que imaginava mas não acreditava mais que seria possível enquanto o restante da banda estava empolgado para enlouquecer e esquecer de todas as responsabilidades que tinham. o vestido foi um presente do namorado, ele havia dado de presente após o seu aniversário e combinou a peça com um tênis branco. não era tão adepta dos saltos altos mas, os olhos brilhavam contra a luz em meio ao glitter roxo que foi posto em suas pálpebras. vienna já estava jogada no sofá quando adentrou o quarto mia e se apoderou da poltrona que tinha ali, colocando as pernas em cima de um dos apoios ali e riu baixo com as palavras. “we can take some photos for lorenzo if you’re naked, just ask, honey!”

despite the arguments, mia adored her bandmates. even vienna. she was excited to go join them in a night in without thinking of the problems and the stress that the tour would definitely bring at one point. after all, it would be weeks on the road rushing from a city to another. a country to another. she was embracing the happy moments with all she had until they’d have to leave. mia would miss her apartment. her living room, just like everything else on her floor, was so her. splashes of yellow and mint green, pictures glued to different places, notebooks full of half written lyrics. when she heard the lift open the second time and heard morgana’s voice, she was fixing her hair and checking her outfit for the last time. shorts shorts, bralette – or crop top, whatever you want to call it – and her brand new boots. as it was, it made her feel a bit chilly but as soon as lorenzo arrived, she would be able to wear his leather jacket – which she only did because it smelled like him. he didn’t know she had a similar one in one of her drawers she refused to wear. “as if he wants to see me naked,” mia scoffed as she walked past the loveseat occupied by the girl, messing with her hair as she did so. sitting a few seats away from vienna, she got comfortable with a plush pillow on her lap. “m, did you bring the drinks or is it coming with JJ? is he coming? and kori?”

korinna is, to say the least, very nervous about this. well, she always is every time they have a party, constantly thinking about how awkward it is ( main because of herself ) and the fact everyone is so lively and vibrant meanwhile... her. so korinna throws on some oversized jacket she has lying around that covered to the pockets of her jeans and zips it all the way up, hiding the plain shirt she wore beneath. she never wore any clothes that would get much attention or looked extravagant, always dressing like she would be going to some convenience store at 3 in the morning with a midnight craving because she didn’t have much confidence in herself to dress like the rest of the girls. she did feel envious, they were much more outspoken and attractive than her, korinna could only consider herself lucky for being in a band with them. although she did feel reluctant in regards of attending tonight’s party, korinna still headed for mia apartment. “ girls, i’m here! ” she strolled into the area and nearly stopped when noticing how dressed up they all were in comparison to the girl herself. she knew they would be but wow, now she feels like she wants to go home and stay there. “ ahaha... sorry was i the last one? you guys look absolutely beautiful! ”