honeydaze

"i never thought i'd see you again. . . it's been like what? at least a decade."

" mani? what're ... " she had to pause to do a double take. " what are you doing here? " it'd been well over a decade or at the very least it felt that way. " you look ... stunning. "

"We're stuck here. The least you can do is stop being so hot." She hadn't meant to say that out loud, but it was something that had been stuck in her mind for a while now. Would she regret saying it, though? Only time would tell.

she went still for a moment, of all the insults she'd been prepared for in this glorified closet ; arrogant, insufferable, menace to society — that was not one of them. " excuse me? " asked with a slight chuckle while eyes dragged over the other's face. " you think i'm the problem? we're stuck in here because you insisted you knew a shortcut. " sucking her teeth. " you know you could've just said i was distracting all along. " kash teased, smirk growing on her lips.

❝ look i didn't come here to fight  . ❞ she assures , hands raised in mock surrender . ❝ i just wanted to know how your new little friends been treating you  . ❞ the smile that accompanied was thin , brittle . little  curled  around  her  tongue  like  a  quiet  insult ,  her  gaze  flicking  over  the  girl’s  face  with  a  mix  of  curiosity  and  something  closer  to  resentment .  she  told  herself  it  was  casual check up ,  that  she  didn’t  care .  but  her  pulse  thudded  loud  in  her  ears,  a  frantic  confession  she  refused  to  voice .

clover didn't miss the way she says little ; head tilted slightly, expression unreadable at first — then faintly amused. " they're fine," she replied. " didn't realize i needed clearance to expand my social circle. " eyes dragged over them slowly. " if you didn't come to fight, then maybe don't sound like you're keeping score. " she added. " and if this is you not caring, i'd hate to see what it looks like when you do. "

"so you were really gonna leave without even saying goodbye to me ?"

" isn't that what you wanted? what all the fighting's been about? "

" why do you care?? " it was a genuine question. zinnia was used to ulterior motives, why would they be different?? she doubted they were acting purely out of the goodness of their heart.

" i get that it's hard for you to believe this, but i do love you, zin. i just don't know what else you need from me to prove that. i'm here, aren't i? "

she hated that willow made her feel this way, being that most of the time she was cool of dating or having feelings; she had a good life and being an independent woman was her birthright. “ you askin' a wholeeee lotta questions, babes... ” celyn's attention back onto the artist. “ i'm mad that you think tour love is all you're worthy of, and this is coming from a damn dj... you better than that. ”

her eyes moved towards the artist briefly then back at celyn. " first of all, don't babes me like that if you're gonna read me to filth right after. " a small huff of a laugh escaped her, but it faded quick. " i never said that's all i'm worthy of. " willow added even though her voice wasn't as firm as she wanted starting of. " i just — might've gotten caught up a little bit. but don't act like you weren't the one pushing me to come here. " her voice softened again. " i don't know why you're mad at me like this, cely … but it feels bigger than the artist. bigger than the tour. so, if there's something you're not saying, say it. because right now i'm standing here wondering why it feels like i disappointed you. " lips puffed out into a pout instinctively.

evie's gazing over at kash , a small laugh seems to leave her lips as she's thinking over a set of words , nonetheless , giving the other a gaze - deadpanned , debating on saying something that didn't seem upsetting to say , in fact . " well , " she lets out , short contemplation as the words settle inside of her head , right at the tip of her tongue as her lips agape , finally letting the words she wants to say out of her mind . " if it helps the situation , you don't make me wanna tear my hair out . " shrugging her shoulders , lips soon curved into a softened grin . " pretty sure that'd boost your ego a bit . "

kash wasn't prepared for that, she'd gotten used to evie meeting her with edge ; with that mutual, unspoken agreement that they were going to annoy each other on principle. it was easier that way. easier than admitting the reason kash paid so much attention in the first place. " wow, you really out here saying i don't make you rip your hair out? " she teased, brows arched. " that's kind of … a big deal. " there was a moment she almost let the sarcasm take over — almost hides behind it like she always does, but she stopped herself. " for what it's worth, i don't actually think you're unbearable either. not mostly. " a little, anyway. her eyes dropped to evie's lips for a moment before she caught herself and looked away. " don't let it go to your head though. it's big enough as is. "

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they’d been friends their whole lives. their lives so intertwined it was impossible to separate where one ended and the other began. by six, she’d announced ( completely serious ) that they were going to get married one day. it was the kind of friendship that their parents assumed would turn into something more and it did. dating came naturally. they were high school sweethearts all four years. then the end of senior year came and everything fell apart. their plans for the future didn’t align. casey didn’t want to be tied down by the limits of a small town. she wanted to go to school in a big city far away. the breakup was messy. it had been years since she’d left. she didn’t come back for holidays. didn’t come back at all. until now. she was back for her sister’s wedding. one she and her ex were both part of. she didn’t want to make the weekend about herself, told herself she could handle it. she’d managed to avoid them so far. narrowly. until the bachelorette party. there was no escaping this. her sister wasn’t flashy, didn’t want clubs or strippers, just an intimate dinner. the entire bridal party sat around a long table, and of course, her chair was right next to her ex’s. she kept her eyes on her plate, focused on eating, pretending the proximity didn’t make her uncomfortable. she almost made it through in silence, but she’d never been good at mincing her words. she finally looked over and said, ❝ are you not going to speak to me the whole weekend ? ❞

brynn had known this was coming the second casey walked in like she hadn't detonated half her life and then disappeared for years. she felt her before she even saw her — that old, annoying gravity pulling at her chest. the one she'd spent a long time pretending she outgrown. brynn mastered the art of avoidance over the weekend so far. different rooms. different conversations. always just missing casey by a step. not because she didn't want to see her, but because she didn't trust herself if she did. so, when casey finally spoke, saying her name without saying it, brynn froze for a split second. slowly turning, straightening. up close, her ex looked the same in all the ways that mattered ; eyes too expressive for her own good. mouth sharp enough to cut when she was nervous. the kind of face that had once made her believe in forever like it was a fact, not a gamble. making someone like herself think about a fairytale that wasn't meant for people like them. " funny, " she started quietly. " i was actually trying to be respectful. " gaze flickering to the plate in front of her, then back to casey, lingering despite herself. years hadn't dulled the instinct to read her, to catalog every micro expression. " i figured you didn't fly all the way back here to relive the greatest hits. " she continued, voice calm in that infuriating polished way she'd learned over time. the one that came with money, expectations, a name now recognized. " and i didn't want to make this weekend harder than it already is. " body turned in chair. " but if we're being honest? you don't get to vanish for years and than act surprised when i don't know how to talk to you anymore. " brynn tried to keep a smile on.

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