#chat:cubby

Despite their apartment finally being clean after the havoc that had ensued the previous weekend, the fridge had been raided by drunken partygoers, leaving it quite empty. Wendy couldn’t stand the thought of leaving her unofficial children without food, so she’d enlisted the help of Cubby to come grocery shopping with her. “I think those are all the bags?” she confirmed, leaving it as a question as she surveyed the bags they’d carried inside on the floor. Having to put it all away could be another boy’s job, but Wendy hurried to get the perishables into the fridge and freezer, organizing it far more than the residents of the house ever would. It would likely be wrecked by tomorrow, but at least she knew she’d done what she could to help. “Should we leave out the things to make dinner, at least? I was going to whip something up before heading back home, just so you don’t have to worry about. cooking tonight,” Wendy offered. If it were up to them, she knew they’d order pizza for the rest of their lives and bee satisfied, but someone had to make sure their diets weren’t filled with just bread and cheese.

To be clear, Wendy hadn’t come to the New Year’s party with anyone. She wasn’t even sure if all of her friends would be coming to the party, but when it was announced that the donations were as large as each guest wanted, most of them were in.  It hadn’t been her fault that she’d spent a good portion of the night with Colin, the two meeting up after food had been served and once the music had started to get good. Of course, they’d been talking to their friends here and there, but when it came to dancing and getting drinks, Wendy had done it all with Cubby. 

“Should we get another one?” she asked him as the song began to change, giving him a bit of a pleading smile. There was only about an hour left until midnight, after which the clock would strike midnight and things would go back to being less-than country club lavish. “Maybe champagne this time--it is the perfect night for it, after all. By the time we get back, it’ll be almost time for the clock to strike, anyway.”

Noah needed some time with his guy friends. The Drizella mess was just that-- a mess. He wanted to forget about it. Then there was Tessa who was just...acting weird around him. It wasn’t that he needed a break from her he just wanted to spend time with someone else. So, why not his best friend? He’d just finished working on a few songs and was waiting for Cubby to get off work so he could head over. On his way he picked up some ciders. It was better than beer, especially the kind Drizella bought. He wondered why she bought such cheap stuff if she could afford anything she wanted? He shook the thoughts out of his mind. When he got to his friend’s place he knocked on the door and smiled brightly when he opened up. “Hello! I brought weed and cider so it should be a fun night.”

“Do you ever just think about how different our lives are now compared to when we were in the foster home?” Nibs asked as he licked the bright blue popsicle he had in his hand. Probably one of the last he would eat as summer came to an end. He wasn’t much of an ice cream or cold treats kinda guy once it got cold. He preferred things that gave him comfort in the time being. “I’m just thankful that chapter in my life is closed. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened to us if we stayed though.”

Wendy sighed as she looked down at her watch for the time. People had already begun to show up at their apartment, and with the time nearing closer to eight o'clock, there would surely be more people coming soon. They hadn't eaten dinner, though, and maybe it wouldn't be so terrible to have food ready for just the first people who were already there. She groaned, opening her phone to the Pizza Planet website to begin an order. "Only because I'm starving and we should probably make everyone eat before they put alcohol in their stomachs," she agreed, handing him her phone with the menu page opened. "How many do you think we should order? I don't want anything to go to waste, but I don't want there to not be enough, either, if we have a whole wave of people show up soon." Wendy paused, looking over his shoulder as he began to add things to the cart. "Get an order of garlic knots for me, will you?" @colincubs

Wendy paused, turning to him in a bit of shock. She never knew where those notes around the clubhouse were from, but they had always been addressed to her. Part of her had always hoped that they were from Peter, but apparently, they were from Cubby this whole time. She didn’t know what to think about it besides feel a sense of surprise, and she hoped it didn’t come off in a bad way: it was just genuine surprise. “Those were all you?” she asked, to clarify. Maybe he meant another poem, one he had kept to himself or something. “You’re talking about those ... ones in the clubhouse, right? I don’t know if that’s what you mean, but I’ve found these notes, and I never knew who they were from--you didn’t happen to write them, did you?”

@colincubby

Riley was having an absolute blast. They weren’t completely drunk, but a little tipsy for sure. Riley had bought a bunch of glowsticks, so many in fact that they couldn’t hold them all! So, they went around and handed some out to whoever would talk to them. Their next ‘victim, was a lone boy around their age. “Hi!” Riley greeted him, a bright smile on their face. “May I perhaps interest you in some free glowsticks?”