#daisy|interaction.

“i’m not killing people,” daisy sighed dramatically, flopping down onto her bed and turning her head to face them. a wicked grin spread over her lips, “i’m killing boys.”

the first time she’d hooked up with lola it had been a bit of a  — fluke, of sorts. daisy had spent her entire life repressing her sexual desires; she didn’t have the time. between getting perfect grades, transitioning into college and working to be the captain of a cheerleading squad, she’d never been able to really delve into all the corners of her mind. lola had been her number one for a while and that had bloomed into a wonderful friendship, a friendship that had allowed her to feel comfortable enough to hook-up with her after a party one night. she’d brushed off all talk about it, made the brunette pinky-promise to keep it between them and honestly she figured it would be a one-and-done sort of thing. however, now that it was just the two of them tidying up after practice she was feeling the same sort of tension that she had that night. “lola? has everyone cleared out of the changing room?” in other words, were they alone? “did you want to come back to mine? i could use some input on a few... ideas that i have... for the squad, of course.” 

“huh... that’s... weird.” the lilt to her voice is confused sounding, even if the reality is daisy is trying to fight off a smile. “i mean, don’t get me wrong, i’m sure they’re super busy. too busy to send you a quick text to tell you that, though? that sort of thing would drive me nuts with worry. are you sure things are good between the two of you?”

"i'm only helping you to make sure you don't fuck it up."

"you think that's what this is? be fucking for real, nicholas. this isn't about feeling worthy. maybe this is just who i am."

glancing around the corner, daisy grinned widely when just the person she expected to follow along came into view. “took you long enough! grabbed this for us,” she explained, waving the bottle of wine she’d nabbed from a rather unsuspecting bartender. “if i had to listen to another one of my dad’s coworkers talk about my wasted potential, i might’ve caused a scene.” 

“i remember every word you said. i can hear them every time somebody dares to mention your name.” it’s not like daisy didn’t deserve anything that was said and it’s not like she isn’t swiftly able to shut any conversation about them down with just a look. the breakdown of their... whatever it was had been a product of her own volatile nature entirely. still, that didn’t mean it didn’t sting a little to see them again after so long.

“it’s perfect, right?” stepping further into the abandoned house, daisy did a little twirl and grinned at her counterpart. “i drove past it one day. did a little googling. someone like died here or something and they had no family to claim the property, no one has lived here for a long time.” her nose scrunched up a little as she took in the thick layer of dust that covered almost every surface and she eventually came to a stop in the kitchen. “i think if we set up some lights and tidy the place up a little, everyone will love it. i’ll go down in history for having like, the best birthdays ever.”