ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ ᶠˡᶤᶜᵏ . a place that at one point in her life once brought joy & excitement to sienna’s heart , now brings an 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 bubbling in her belly as she stands outside of stormies diner . cool , damp , & dark– the tired young woman stares through the large pane windows at the silhouettes slowly filling their old booth . god , why did she even come ?? a head full of familiar brown curls answers that question for her as she realizes that dawn is already inside … so there’s at least that much of a reason to go inside . faux fur on her shoudlers is wrapped tightly around petite frame as a cool breeze chills her to the bone , giving just enough motivation to take the leap of faith & push open that front door .
overhead bell dings , brown almond shaped eyes dart around the dreary memory of her past– ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ ᶤˢ ᵐᵃʳˡᵃ ?? nadina , isaac … & dawn . well , at least there’s one bright side to being here , already . hopefully gabe shows up … & maybe has some stuff she could buy off him , too . the sight of the 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐳 + 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 on the table , along with all their other favorite slushies , is more than a bit unnerving . ❝ sounds like a marla thing to do … call us all over , right away– then not even show up . ❞ jacket shrugged off & hung on the old coat rack , the squeak of her sneakers on the old 50’s style tile , light reflecting off of each sequin on her top as she makes her way over to the very last booth . ❝ ˡᵒᶰᵍ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᶰᵒ ˢᵉᵉ .. ❞
Lateness was Gabe’s specialty – especially when he didn’t want to do something. The only thing that brought him out of his food coma was not wanting to let the other’s down. The message from Marla gave him the worst dry mouth he’d ever had, and that was saying something. “Fuck –“ This shit was downright creepy. It reminded him of a horror flick from the early 00s; mysterious messages and a whacked-out jukebox. Something that made a place that once felt like home – seem oddly foreign.
Gabe’s gut told him to return to the safety of his room, but then he saw them. It was too late to turn back now. “Hello, hello!” He tried to be cheerful, even though his skin was crawling. Whatever the hell was going on – it was killing his buzz. When the bell dinged, he jumped. But he tried to laugh it off and smile. He could tell the others were on edge, something he wished to assuage at least a little bit. Eyebrow raised at the slushies. “Are those are preferred slushie?” More laughter in a most likely vain attempt at thwarting the exceptionally bad vibes. Even if, for the first time, a razzberry slushie seemed ominous. “Wow – she is really on her shit. Kind of funny to think of Marla filling up all these Slushies.”
From what the others said – it seemed the guest of honor had yet to make an appearance. That suited Gabe just fine; he didn’t really want to see her. The same couldn’t be said about Sienna – who he did miss. “It’s like – nice to see you guys at least. But really, this shit is whack. F’real.”
it was odd , too say the very least , too have marla preston of 🇦·🇳·🇾·🇧·🇴·🇩·🇾· to text not one of them , but the whole group all at once-- especially considering her reason for such being to get them all back together at their old spot , but with no other explination . now , while they were brimming with excitement to see the old faces they had spent the formative years of their life with ( especially marla herself ) , akiko was equally as unsure & uneasy about the out of nowhere desire to get the old band back together . it had been 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 since the entire slush club had gather at stormies , & the outside of the diner is just a time capsule waiting to be cracked open as they stand outside , astrid at their side with a wide smile as the two share an awkward , anxious chuckle .
it's crazy to be back here ; seeing the familiar , ghost like apparitions of their childhoods filling their old booth as akiko takes the other's hand with a ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ sϙᴜᴇᴇᴢᴇ , free hand pushing the door open to trigger that all to familiar ding of the bell ; instantly wanting to disappear as the groups attention shifts towards the indication that yet another member had arrived . releasing astrids hand , akiko gives a small smile & a wave .
there's a break in their hand motions , gaze darting around the old shoppe to see if they can spot the one who invited them all in the first place-- eyebrows knit together in an obvious sign of confusion when they don't spot her . where's marla ? is signed in obvious confusion as well . eyes land on the table , they can't help but smmile ; it's everyone's favortite slushie ... even their own ; sat perfectly in .. their old seat-- right next too marla's , against the inner wall . something about it brings nostalgia ... & a sinister feeling in their stomach as they slide over in front of the sour cherry slush .
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