#thevcyager

“what is this, 2002?” yale scoffed, tugging on her hair and braiding it to the side. this wasn’t how she had expected things to go - honestly, she’d been prepared for them to take it and leave, letting yale pack up her own things so she could make her plans for the next chapter. out of braedon, back to chicago, back to a life she had cultivated specifically to get out of small town nebraska. “we both knew this wasn’t going to be anything. did you really think i would stay this time?” 

Charlotte had always been the one to hold her friends when they were falling apart. ‘The Mom Friend’ was listed next to her name in at least ten peoples phones, and she’d adopted it for her entire twitter bio years before she abandoned the social media outlet. But it wasn’t just an ‘aesthetic’ or a nickname; Charlotte’s love ran deep, bone deep, and when her loved ones were hurting, she was first on the line. 

It wasn’t surprising that they’d been hiding away from everyone else - what was surprising was that even Charlotte’s texts had gone unanswered, her request for dinner ignored. No one ever ignored Charlotte, because she was comfortable to sit in silence, to let them wallow, to let them cry. A chameleon, her sister Caroline had called her once, and while her sisters tone had been rude, Charlotte took it as a compliment anyways. 

She’d loaded up with more chinese food than any one person should eat by themselves before heading over to their apartment, knowing there was a chance the door would remain locked anyways. But that was okay. She would sit outside and eat and talk and when the night wore on, she would leave the leftovers for them just so that she knew they’d eaten something. 

Thankfully, she didn’t need to be buzzed into the building, someone heading out as she snuck in behind them, a warm smile on her face assuring them she wasn’t some sort of serial killer. Climbing three flights of stairs was exhausting, and Charlotte collapsed against the door more than she knocked on it: “Let me in,” she pleaded nicely, “I’m tired and I have food and I redboxed us some movies and we don’t have to talk but I don’t want to be alone and I don’t want you to be alone tonight, okay?”

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“Definitely better,” Sofia replies, popping a few more chocolates in her mouth, moaning shamelessly at how delicious it tastes. “And it’s European chocolate. I heard they have the best chocolate in the world, and I think they’re right.” She smiles up at Charlie, happy to spend time with her, even if it’s just as a friend. And besides, how could she say no to a free vacation to Europe?

“A slumber party, yes, that’s a good way to put it.” Sofia lays down on the super comfortable bed next to Charlie, loving at how comfortable it is. She then thinks about her laying on said bed, right next to her best friend, and she blushes in response. Before her thoughts can go even further than that, luckily, Charlie asks a question in time for her to get distracted. “I feel like this bed is big enough where we can both starfish, yeah? So we can totally share.”

Early morning was always Madison’s favorite time of day. The sun was barely rising, the city was still sleeping, and she had hours before she had to go anywhere. Sometimes she ran around the block - Brooklyn wasn’t the safest place to go running at 5am, but it was better than using a treadmill inside where she felt trapped. Sometimes she made coffee and sat on the fire escape, listening to Dev’s show if she was stuck doing the early morning shift. ( Those were her favorite mornings, the time she could let herself really imagine that she played all those love songs just for her, as if Madison would ever be brave enough to tell her best friend how she felt. ) 

But Dev had the day off - or at least, the half closed door and the girl strewn across her bed suggested so. And while she probably wanted to sleep in, Madison knew the perfect way to wake her up - chocolate chip pancakes and coffee, brewed fresh just for her. 

Sure enough, though it was earlier than Dev might usually rise, she appeared, groggy and cute in her pajamas just as Madison was plating pancakes and eggs for her roommate. 

“Here,” she offered, nodding to their small table that already had juice and syrup placed on it. “I know you had a long day yesterday. I figured you might want something good to eat for once.”