just needed a clean plate is all

just needed a clean plate is all

just needed a clean plate is all

just needed a clean plate is all

just needed a clean plate is all

just needed a clean plate is all

"way too long! we can't let that happen again." she welcomes the hug with ease, giving the other a tight squeeze before they part. with a giggle, she waves off the apology, "you know i'm only kidding. i'm good! work and school, a couple fun updates for you too." she nodded along to luna's words, an excited noise coming from her. "really? that's great! tell me about it, i want all the details." frankie leaned into the brunette. "i have a date this friday, too."

❝   for   real   !   missed   my   bestie   lots.   ❞   the   woman   says   whilst   releasing   ginger   from   embrace,   hands   now   resting   on   lap.   couldn't   help   but   mimic   giggle,   finding   it   contagious   as   head   shook   lightly.   ❝   oh   ?   i'm   gonna   need   details   on   those   fun   updates   miss   kiki,   you   can't   hide   anything   from   me.   ❞   eyes   squint   playfully   before   returning   back   to   their   original   state.   a   squeal   escapes   petals   when   frankie   does   the   same,   hands   closing   into   fists   before   lifting   &   shaking   in   excitement.   ❝   so   he's   a   model,   an   ambassador   for   a   few   brands   and   this   next   date   we're   going   to   a   photoshoot   of   his,   and   doing   some   ...   other   things,   if   you   know   what   i   mean.   ❞   brows   lifting   suggestively   before   bumping   shoulder   against   ginger's.   a   gasp   leaves   lips   at   the   news,   squealing   yet   again   as   excitement   never   left.   ❝   oh   my   god   ??   kiki,   you   have   to   tell   me   everything   !   ❞

cigarette  hanging  off  his  lips  in  clothing  not  fit  for  the  area  —  sticking  out  like  a  sore  thumb,  something  tossed  outside  and  treated  separate  from  the  rest.  the  home  in  front  of  him  was  unrecognizable,  shipped  off  too  young  to  form  anything  lasting  around  here.  eyes  flicker,  smoke  blowing  through  bruised  lips  and  never  letting  the  stick  fall  from  his  mouth.  not  more  than  a  few  feet  away,  he  can  feel  her  eyes  before  yejun  turns  to  look.  she's  pretty,  he  thinks.  looks  like  belongs  here.  the  afterthought  reels  in  whatever  bit  of  friendliness  he'd  have.  eyes  meet  and  his  head  tilts,  something  between  amusement  and  arrogance  shining.  “you  got  some  kind  of  staring  problem?”

out   late   at   night   was   the   blue   haired   woman,   coming   back   home   from   another   party   with   friends,   a   birthday   filled   with   loud   screams   &   lots   of   shots   of   tequila,   though   streamer   didn't   indulge   much   in   drinking,   she   knew   better   than   getting   shit   faced   &   soon   losing   senses,   so   instead   fruit   juices   filled   stomach.   it   is   close   to   home,   on   the   empty   road,   where   stranger   is   spotted   -   he's   attractive,   she   thinks,   letting   eyes   wander   all   the   way   from   the   bottom   to   the   top   -   realizing   he's   like   magazine   cut   out   rock   star   pasted   onto   journal,   clearly   not   belonging   in   picture   perfect   neighborhood   yet   not   in   a   way   that   pulls   haerin   away,   instead   woman   is   in   awe   of   counterpart.   it's   when   words   kick   in   ears   that   she'd   awoken   from   trance,   cheeks   flushing.   ❝   oh   !   not   at   all,   i've   just   never   seen   you   is   all.   ❞   small   smile   forms   whilst   talking,   cautiously   taking   a   step   further,   as   if   not   to   alarm   him   into   escaping,   like   some   sort   of   prey.   ❝   who   are   you   anyway   ?   ❞

❝   but  the  sweetest  treat  is  arguing  with  me  from  behind  the  counter.   ❞   a  dramatized  sigh  as  they  finally  tilt  their  attention  to  the  display  case.   ❝   what's  your  favorite,   love?   ❞

❝   honey   i   can   do   many   things,   but   stressing   over   a   client   is   not   one   of   them.   ❞   brows   furrow,   already   feeling   frustration   build   up   as   blood   boiled,   rushing   to   cheeks   &   letting   them   flush   a   soft   shade   of   red.   ❝   oh   -   well   the   croissants   usually   do   really   well,   pick   a   flavor   and   i'll   get   it   for   you.   ❞

❝   mhm.   one  busted  axle  later  and  i'm apparently  stuck  with  her for  life.   ❞   rubs  at  the  back  of  his  neck,   unaccustomed  to  feeling  so  out  of  depth.   maybe  their  friend  had  been  right  when  they  pushed  him  about  it  being  too  long  since  he  got  out  there.   curious  tilt  of  his  chin  as  he  leans  forward,   ❝   but  i'd  like  to  hear  a  little  more  about  you  and  a  little  less  about  nory,   if  you're  willing.   ❞

❝   that's   ...   oddly   sweet,   i   must   admit.   she   is   a   really   good   friend.   ❞   smile   forms   at   the   thought   of   such   bond,   unable   to   ever   believe   that,   somehow,   both   got   entangled   with   nory,   who   now   played   cupid   -   it   makes   brunette   wonder   if   it'll   be   a   good   match.   ❝   well,   what   can   i   say   ...   uh,   i'm   a   vocal   coach,   i   used   to   be   an   idol   when   i   was   younger,   but   eventually   it   all   got   too   tiring   for   me   to   handle   -   and   now   i'm   teaching   the   new   generation   to   use   their   talent   to   its   fullest   potential.   ❞   a   beam   formed   in   eyes   as   words   kept   rolling   off   tongues,   pride   in   chest   thinking   of   her   juniors   &   hoping   they'd   bring   new   life   to   what   felt   like   a   sad   branch   of   music   industry.   ❝   do   you   want   to   know   my   sign   ?   favorite   food   ?   the   typical   questions   ?   ❞

❝   of  course.   i  mean,   i  wouldn't  want  to  cause  a  scene.   ❞   a  lie.   she  would  be  taken  away  kicking  &  screaming  if  she  saw  fit   —   but  that  seems  like  an  embarrassing,   losing  conclusion  to  their  current  predicament.   she  sighs.   ❝   write  whatever  your  pretty  little  head  desires.   you're  the  wordsmith  between  the  two  of  us.   ❞   a  glance  over  her  shoulder,   like  she's  scrutinizing  the  people  still  in  line.   ❝   how  long  does  this  usually  take?   ❞

❝   i'll   pretend   you   meant   it   so   we   can   get   this   over   with.   ❞   a   sigh   falls   from   petals,   trying   to   remain   smile   in   features   put   corners   falter,   own   face   betraying   her   &   giving   away   feeling   uncomfortable   around   ex.   compliments   barely   win   over   author,   instead   focusing   on   what's   being   written   on   page.   ❝   mhm   ...   how   ...   nice   of   you.   ❞   forces   out   of   throat,   lifting   eyes   barely   enough   to   face   counterpart.   just   what   brought   her   here   ?   of   all   people,   &   of   all   places   ?   ❝   usually   an   hour,   but   with   you   here   it   might   take   longer   ...   ❞

❝   you  knew  what  this  was.   we  can't,   i  mean…   ❞   hates  this  feeling,   when  the  guilt  bubbles  to  the  surface.   ❝   i  can't   —   prioritize  you  when  i've  got  a  girlfriend  two  blocks  away.   ❞   hand  falls  to  his  side,   show  of  defeat.   ❝   i  don't  want  to  stop  seeing  you.   this  is  the  best  i've  got  to  offer.   ❞

❝   those   are   just   excuses   ...   ❞   words   trail   off,   unsure   of   what   to   say   -   the   anxiety   forming   in   stomach   wasn't   helping   much,   either.   ❝   if   you   really   had   feelings   for   me   you   would've   broken   up   with   her   already.   ❞   stated   in   a   tone   akin   to   cold,   yet   it   shivered   through   throat,   almost   like   brunette   was   about   to   collapse.   ❝   and   i   don't   want   to   be   a   booty   call,   i   think   i   deserve   better.   ❞   conversations   prior   to   this   moment   echo   inside   head,   remembering   how   friends   insisted   that   this   was   not   romance   dancer   sought   after.   doesn't   notice   opposite's   guilt   due   to   own   overwhelming   emotions,   close   to   tearing   up.   ❝   i'm   sorry,   oliver,   b   -   but   ...   if   this   is   the   only   way,   then   ...   then   i   have   to   go.   ❞