too young to know it gets better

✿ * · (  mishti  rahman  ,  ciswoman  ,  she / her   )   a  little  birdy  told  me  NASRIN  KAZI  just  moved  to  sunset  hills  .  have  you  met  them  yet  ? they  look  somewhere  around  TWENTY  -  SEVEN ,   if  i  had  to  guess  !  pretty  sure  i  heard  them  driving  down  the  street  playing  AS  IT  WAS  by  HARRY  STYLES  ,  they  sounded  a  little  pitchy  but  they  had  the  spirit  !  must  be  their  favorite  or  something  .  hey  …  it  looks  like  they  just  moved  into  DUSK  DRIVE  .  have  you  heard  about  what  they  do  for  a  living  ?  someone  told  me  they’re  a  SPEECH  THERAPIST  ,  but  who  knows  if  that’s  even  true  .  guess  we’re  just  gonna  have  to  wait  and  see  .  nervous  ? maybe  you  should  be  .  sunset  speaks  just  posted  about  them  …  apparently  they're  RESIDENT  ID  #  018  ?  between  you  and  me  ,  i  think  that  might  spark  some  things  in  the  community  …  but  what  do  i  know  !  you  guys  might  get  along  just  fine  !  

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sera listened to her explanation around the use of music in speech therapy. she smiled softly, her head tilted a bit as she took in the information. people’s lives always seemed to interest her: the work that they did or the way that their mind made sense of the world. “so … what’d you almost break?“ she joked curiously while taking a peak at the album’s cover. “and more importantly how big is your collection?” usually, anyone who bought vinyls had quiet a few. in fact, she was getting some as a gift to one of her friends.

“i’d love that,” she replied, the others gentle nature already making merrick feel a little more comfortable. the truth was, nasrin probably reminded her of her own sister - and the ache and loneliness of being estranged with her was really starting to weigh down on her. “though i already had a couple while i was wrapping them up - taste testing, making sure i hadn’t poisoned them or anything.”

she followed the other into her home, placing the tupperware container full of cookies down only to open them and grab one for each of them to test out. “so, fill me in - tell me some drama in your life, so i can stop thinking about all the drama in my own. anything juicy happening in your life?”

“come on in.” nasrin opens the door further to allow merrick to come into her home and leads them both into the living room. “oh, taste testing is essential. plus, i don’t think you’re capable of poisoning anything. you’re like a master baker.” nasrin took the cookie that merrick had offered her and nibbled on it, wanting to savor it. “see? master baker, this is delicious.” 

seraphina: im not gonna lie.... i think so?? my dad always told me to never go to any car place alone

seraphina: bc they think women don't know cars

seraphina: but i don't fucking know cars and i came alone 😭😭😭😭

nasrin: yeah your dad is probably right tbh

nasrin: as much as it sucks

“ouch!” noah laughs and presses a hand to where nasrin hit him. “you’re strong,” he smiles. with a nod, he makes a mental note to listen to that album. he hasn’t had the chance, or enough interest in getting into lorde for some reason. he does love lana del rey, though. so he might check it out. “isn’t jack antonoff lorde’s producer?” he asks. not even thinking that nasrin could not know who the guy is. to noah, everyone is informed about the music industry. “ah… some pop albums and liam gallagher,” he says, looking down at his cds. “i’m planning on shipping them back to seattle. i have a big ass collection back home.”

“well keep that in mind next time you almost send me into cardiac arrest! my fists are named harry and niall and they mean business!” she said with a laugh. although she was joking, of course she would never seriously punch someone, he did nearly give her a heart attack. “yeah. he also does taylor swift, lana del rey, basically everyone at this point i think.” it was nice to talk about music, something nasrin didn’t get to do much now that she was working full time with her own practice. “liam gallagher. that’s wonderwall, right?” she nods. “well, i’d love to compare collections if you have a list. i’m sure they’re vastly different.” 

she laughed, nodding in agreement. sera’s had her far share of falls — mostly when she was intoxicated. however, every so often her own foot would seem to drag too low to the ground causing her to trip on herself. this often happened whenever she wore crocs; her second favorite shoe. seraphina’s head titled to the side while listening to nasrin talk. a smile washing over her lips at the thought. “aw, that’s really fucking cool.” the decision made sense to her, working in the medical field was far more stable of a job than most career paths. it was the reason that sera choose nursing. she always wanted something to fall back. “you use it with the kids too, right? i know a lot of children’s programs use it too. i don’t blame ‘em. song lyrics are too easy to learn.”

grace had finally reached the best part of her daily run : the walk home. she was just about to stop into threes to get herself a celebratory matcha latte when she saw nasrin through the window of the record factory next door . she knew she couldn’t resist at least going in to say hello , but she had to stop and get herself something to drink first , and figured nasrin would probably like something too . she’d just walked out with both of the drinks , her own matcha latte in one hand and nasrin’s drink of choice in the other only to open the door right as nasrin hit the floor . “ oh my god , are you okay ?! “ she immediately set the drinks down on the check - out counter , rushing to lend a hand and help nasrin to her feet . “ i mean i know i was trying to surprise you , but i didn’t think you’d react like this “ she laughed , trying to make light of the situation in hopes it’d make nasrin feel less embarrassed . “  i saw you through the window and wanted to come say hey , i even brought your favorite from threes“  she smiled , her head nodding towards the drinks waiting for them . “ what were you on your way to buy ? “ 

mael: This text conversation is related to a DoorDash order.

mael: damn i'm ngl this looks good af let me get some fries

nasrin: wait...are you saying you're gonna eat the fries i ordered SDFLKJSFKLJS 😭

seraphina: OKAY HONESTLY I'M FREAKING OUT

seraphina: I'M AT THE CAR DEALERSHIP RN CAUSE I'M GETTING RID OF THE BMW

seraphina: the deaLERS MEAN LMAO

seraphina: AND I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD GET A BIG CAR OR A SMALL ONE

seraphina: I NEED HELP I CAN'T BE IN AN UGLY CAR

nasrin: woah woah woah

nasrin: this might sound bad but is it because you're a woman?

nasrin: every car dealership i've ever been to, i've had better luck if i have a man with me

“maybe,” noah chuckles and bends down and picks up the vinyl. he pats it and looks at her. “it’s broken,” his eyes are dead serious, but there’s a small smile creeping up to his face. “i’m messing with you, it’s fine,” he grins and hands it back to nasrin. it’s nice to see her clumsiness outside of the library, where they mostly spent their time studying. well, she was tutoring him. maybe he’s seen her twice? twice after he turned his project in. “what are you getting?” he asks in the middle of the store. 

when she hears that the vinyl is broken, her eyes go wide and she bites her lip to stop from freaking out. there is another shit uttered and then the sigh of relief when he says that it’s fine. she playfully punches him on the shoulder. “jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack!” she says, a breathless laugh slipping out of her mouth. “solar power by lorde. what about you? you getting something?”

she gasped, a hand hovering over her jaw drop as nasrin tripped. swiftly, sera went to help her despite the small laugh trying to slip from her. “y’okay?” she asked sweetly. the duo always seemed to run into each other in the most random of places. from the looks of it, it didn’t seem like she had broken the item, though, even if she did sera would’ve just told her to put it back. let it be someone else’s problem. “i’d blame the floor more so than your feet ‘cause who told it to trip you?” she joked, “what are you doing here? never took you for a vinyl girl.” those words could easily be applied to sera, but she asked nas first.

IF SOLEIL NEEDED THE MONEY, she’d probably work at the record factory. she’d also spend her entire paycheck here, but that’s beside the point. she’s checking out the records by the register labelled new releases and is about to turn the corner when something falls in front of her. sol crouches down on instinct, the familiar voice catching her attention altogether. “ if it was anyone else, nas.. ” the red head says in a faux sternness and takes the record. she holds the record out with a playful smile, “ i’d throw a complete bitch fit. my day would be ruined. i mean honestly, did you just swear ?? ” she goes to stand, hands smoothing out her skirt. “ you okay ?? or are you going to scar my virgin ears a little bit more ?? ”