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‘ are you guys ...  --  is that why he’s not here ? ’   she didn’t exactly expect her parents to be around each other ,  she’d just expected chris would be the one staying home which is why she was shocked to find her mother in the living room .  she’s given up trying to fight this ,  at least for now .  when she doesn’t have a raging headache  &  gets some rest ,  maybe she’ll try again .  she willingly follows behind ,  her gaze never lifting from the floor in front of her until they reached bens room .  just like clockwork ,  as she did every time this situation took place with ben instead of her mom ,  the toilet lid goes down  &  she sits herself on it before stripping off her jacket  &  dropping it on the tiles next to her .  there’s a shrug at the question ,  not because she’s trying to be difficult she just ...  genuinely can’t pinpoint a specific spot .  her entire body aches .  that’s all she knows .   ‘ just  -- ’   another shrug as she motions towards her face .  deal with any cuts  &  then move on to everything else .  &  considering the pains she has if she breathes in too deep ,  maybe she’s a  little  scared to check the bruising under her shirt .

she’s stuck in the middle of an emotional war with herself .  one part of her is ready  &  prepared to stand her ground  &  not soften up when it came to gen in this current situation ,  &  the other half just wants to snuggle into her mothers arms  &  be promised everything will be okay in the end .  regardless of the hard exterior she likes to show off ,  she’s still gens  baby  &  she knows it .   ‘ i’m not the one you should be sorry to . ’   she would take all the punches if it meant things could go back to normal  &  this  wasn’t what they’d have to be dealing with for however long .  there’s a moment of slight falter as she leaned into the hug ,  almost wanting to just bury her head in her mothers shoulder  &  cry it out ,  but she decides against it  &  just lets it happen .  she stays quiet ,  gaze lingering on her mother  &  the state the both of them were in .  god they’re messes .  still ,  there’s a soft nod at gens request .   ‘ okay . ’   her voice is quiet ,  almost a whisper as she steps down from the staircase .   ‘ --  ben has everything in his bathroom . ’

the last people she wanted to speak to right now were her parents  --  her mother especially .  granted her father had done nothing wrong ,  she didn’t want to be having  those  kinds of conversations with either of them .  the ones you have when your parents are splitting up or whatever .  she doesn’t do well with feelings  &  it’s even worse when it’s someone she’s  that  close to .  someone she lets herself get emotionally vulnerable around  &  actually cares about their feelings .  so excuse her distance when it comes to talking about  any  of this with gen .  honeybee  --  a name she hadn’t heard in forever .  it used to be her favorite pet name .  a name that made her feel nice  &  warm  &  safe .  now it feels ...  wrong ?  that person who made her feel all those things her whole life turning into the enemy .  so much for the picture perfect happy family they liked to paint themselves as .   ‘ don’t  honeybee  me . ’   there’s a sniffle as she brings her hand to her face once more to wipe whatever liquid had formed on her cheek again .  there’s every temptation to lean into her mothers touch  -  allow herself to be vulnerable just  once  because  god  she’s in pain  &  she just wants her mom but ...   ‘ don’t touch me . ’   she shifts back ,  taking one step up the stair case to distance herself more .   ‘ what happened to me ?  some  asshole  decided she wanted to make comments about you  &  GOD  they were so fucking accurate . ’   &  now she’s crying again ,  but this time it’s not the physical pain .   ‘ even if i agreed with her ,  i couldn’t find it in myself to let someone go around talking about my mother like that  --  fucking jokes on me ,  right ? ’

she wouldn’t be able to repeat the series of events that unfolded .  her memory is nothing but a big blur .  just like her vision currently was behind tear filled eyes as she stumbled her way back home .  there’s a hesitation as she approaches the front door ,  not sure whether or not to actually go in or find sanctum at a friends or just take herself to a hospital  &  deal with it later .  disregarding the heavy pit in her stomach she fumbles with her keys before eventually finding the lock  &  shoving her way through the door ,  not bothering to close it behind her .  ben  --  she wanted ben  &  ben only .  she trusted him .  he was her saving grace every other time she came home all beaten up  &  would clean her up no questions asked .  but alas ,  her plan to find her brother had crumbled as she got to the staircase as quickly  &  quietly as she could but apparently not fast enough before spotting her mother staring at her from the living room .  shit .  a sleeved arm reaches up to wipe a mix of blood  &  tears away from her cheek before speaking up .   ‘ mom ...  i didn’t think you would be home . ’   maybe a hotel or something .   |   @ethercals

‘ you’re super worrying ,  y’know that ? ’   &  gen thought jack made questionable choices sometimes .  at least she wouldn’t eat soap ,  regardless of how good it smelled .   ‘ though you’re opening yourself up to the possibility of me feeding you soap purely for the memes . ’   she wouldn’t do that though .  at least not to lisa ,  other people though ?  they’re still on her hit list .   ‘ i’d trust a dog with the job too honestly .  you seen some of the people you work with ?  if  they  can get a job there  &  i can’t ?  then i guess that’s it for me ,  you can find me in a cave in fuckin’ alaska living off bugs . ’   because holy moly that would just be shameful .  there’s a smile on her own face as she follows suit in stuffing another nugget into her mouth ,  swallowing it before deciding to finally crack open the vodka .  a mouthful  &  a half ,  &  a scrunched up face later ,  she involuntarily shivers as she swallows the drink before holding it out to the other .   ‘ no ,  no  --  i’ll take it .  hundred percent .  it’s a good title . ’   &  maybe if she’d started drinking at the beginning of this conversation ,  perhaps she’d be buzzing enough to act on more than just  staring  at the others lips .

‘ hey !  i’m just giving other options .  i don’t wanna tire out your love for nuggets ,  y’know ? ’   how generous of you ,  jack .  besides ,  if they don’t have a love for nuggets ,  what do they have ?  appreciation for each other ?  gross .   ‘ nuggets  &  crunchy chicken wrap bitches .  gotcha . ’   sorry to break it to you though ,  lisa ,  she’s gonna need variety soon enough or there’ll be no nuggets at all .   ‘ i’m hoping so .  don’t know why jamie trusts me to work there but hey ,  hopefully he’s put in a good word for me . ’   a pause as she takes the box ,  eyes scanning over the various sauces before finding her preferred  sweet  &  sour  &  ripping the lid off with her teeth .   ‘ you’d wanna have to see me almost every day though ?  wouldn’t you get sick of seeing my dumb face that much ? ’   an amused smile accompanied by a raised brow as she dipped a nugget into the sauce before popping it into her mouth ,  barely swallowing it before speaking up again .   ‘ what can i say ?  i know the way to a girls heart  --  through her stomach  &  with nothing but chicken nuggets  &  fruity vodka . ’   &  it’s totally not because you already told her that .   ‘ also though like ...  you were being serious about the whole  girlfriend  thing ? ’

‘ okay ,  true . ’   &  she’s still pretty sure she was only joking about the whole  girlfriend  thing .  the burning a house down ?  that was believable .  as she sits down ,  the bottle finds itself in her lap as she pulls it from the brown paper bag it was  poorly  hidden in .   ‘ hey ,  we don’t have to do nuggets again on thursday .  we can do like ...  i don’t know what else people do for dates  --  bowling ?  i’m shit at it ,  but i guess that’s an option . ’   she shrugs ,  dropping the bottle back onto the bed before kicking off her boots  &  copying the others crossed leg position .   ‘ my mom thinks i’m  putting myself out there  &  trying to get a job ,  but i’m kinda holding on hope for one at the diner . ’   a pause as she realised  how  that sounded .   ‘ not because you work there  --  it’s just ...  simple . ’   &  from what she knew of everyone who worked there ,  barely any work really ever got done unless you were the unfortunate cook .   ‘ my galaxy brain thanks you . ’   a small smile as she grabby hands towards the bag now in the others possession .   ‘ gimme nuggies . ’

she wasn’t expecting a blanket-cape cladded lisa to answer the door ,  but considering what she had learned about the other girl over the last few days ...  she’s definitely not surprised .   ‘ --  should i have like ...  texted first ? ’   still ,  she moves into the apartment ,  eyes darting around the room as she took it all in .  it was a lot cosier than what she’s used to  &  honestly ?  she’s into it .   ‘ damn .  barely even a hello  &  you’re already inviting me to bed . ’   she follows suit ,  making sure to not step on the others blanket in the process .   ‘ i know we had stuff planned for thursday but ... ’   hands are now free as she drops everything onto the bed ,  sitting herself down next to it uninvited .   ‘ i was feelin’ nuggets  &  i was like .  fuck it !  let’s just get drunk  &  stuff our faces ,  y’know ? ’

she’s not sure why she’s doing it ,  especially unannounced .  this poor girl that she had spoken to face to face a whole  one  time gave her her address  &  not even two days later jack is showing up on her doorstep .  in one hand she’s got a mcdonalds bag filled with a combined  eighty  nuggets ,  all variations of dipping sauce as well .  &  in the other ,  a bottle of strawberry vodka that she actually bought herself for once .  fake i.d.  &  all .  the bag is brought to her mouth ,  holding it tightly between teeth as she knocks on the apartment door a few times .   ‘ open up ! ’   the words are muffled through the bag before finally moving it back into the grasp of her hand once more .   ‘ i come bearing gifts ! ’    |    @lisavalentine

‘ no ,  no !  i saw a life hack once ,  right ?  you put the kettle in the sink  &  then you let the kettle overflow into the bucket .  genius . ’   &  if you weren’t home to witness the mess that would follow that attempted life hack ,  she would definitely do it .  sorry about your clean kitchen ,  gen .  there’s an obvious cringe at  jackie  --  a name only used by her parents   (  or her brothers if they wanted a bruised arm  ) .  it still surprises her that she used to be okay with the nickname .  the mop is leaned against the wall ,  still sitting nicely in the empty bucket as elbows lean against the kitchen bench ,  her chin sitting nicely in the palms of her hands as she listened to her mother .   ‘ if you’re gonna offer me up for free labor ,  can it  please  not be in an office . ’   she would much rather come home covered in mud than have to wear a blazer or anything similar .  priorities .   ‘ okay ,  okay .  --  i was talking to jamie the other day  --  y’know ,  cute gay dude that works at macks ?  anyways ,  so if you’re gonna keep grinding my ass about this then i’ll go in  &  see about something there . ’   a pause as fingertips tap against her bottom lip in thought for a moment before a smile spreads across her face .   ‘ aaaalso ...  maybe there’s a cute girl that works there that i’d be using as incentive ? ’