Another Return || Lucy&Gwen
     Gwen actually still lived at home, it was cheaper and all the money she saved from her jobs could go to exactly where Gwen wanted it to, rather than wasting it on rent and electric. Besides she’d lived in the house with just their parents for so long she’d sort of become used to having the run of it at all times. The place still looked like a myriad of siblings lived in it, of course, because their parents were kind of hippy hoarders but most of the obviously placed items on counters and on the floor were Gwen’s because she was creating her own little messes.
     That day she was in the living room, half watching Riverdale and half working on lyrics, growing nervous with the very last song she needed to actually have recorded before she went to Desmond with everything. The music, the website, the photos. She was in her last few months of it. “I don’t wanna tell you twice,” she sang softly to herself over the sound of the television, the words just not sitting right. She repeated them a few times, continuing with the verse and restarting, trying to find what just didn’t feel right in it. The right combination was on the time of her tongue when there was a knock at the door.
      “Mum! Mum!” she called out, hopeful that she would get the door but quickly realising she was home alone and her mother must have gone out and her dad was most certainly at work. A groan escaped her lips as she jumped over the couch in sweatpants and a ribbed sports bra, false nails a complete stark difference in their bright watermelon hue. She pulled open the door, pushing blonde hair from one side to the other and saw a sight she hadn’t seen since Christmas.
      “It’s not Easter yet, Lucy,” Gwen told her but kept the door open regardless.
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