#thread 002.

“-i didn’t expect to find you here, these kind of parties..i don’t know they just don’t seem like your kind of thing.” he said looking over at the girl he had grown up with. the two of them had lived next door to the other for as long as they had been alive, even being close friends until the age of twelve. twelve was the age he had began playing sports and the two of them kind of went their separate ways. he was thrusted into the popular scene and luna, well, she wasn’t. once he started winning swimming mets, and the praise came from every direction, it kind of went to his head. deep below the now shallow, kind of arrogant guy, the sweet soft spoken reader type guy he was when he was a boy still remained. “what are you doing here anyway?” he asked raising an eyebrow, a red solo cup in his hand, pushing his backwards cap a little further as he waited on her response. 

Today he would be at Quidditch and she could study by herself before the boys finish she would whisk away to another late Muggle night where no one would know just where the party girl lost herself. The door opens before her, it reveals the room she has made her own. Several Muggle inventions and articles of clothing laid around it. As she enters the same song that had been stuck in her head all day release from her crimson lips, “To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die...” The sweet melody echoes in the empty hallway and she places her books on her desk, moving back to attempt closing her door.

It was a long night. Maverick had jumped into the shower and no matter how hard she scrubbed and how hot the water was, she still couldn’t wash away the feeling those messages she’d received made her feel. There had been some tears, sobs hidden into her pillow. She had mastered falling apart without anyone noticing. Still, there was a small feeling of remorse when the girl finally tip-toed out of her room and noticed the little banner and gifts her uncle had arranged. She hadn’t meant to be so mean to him, but she couldn’t exactly tell him why she had been so upset. Mavi was dressed in a bralette and her loose lounge pants, draped over her was a silky robe and her feet were covered in baby pink socks.

She had denied food the night before, but now the girl was starving. Silently, she made her way into the kitchen and put some water into the coffee maker. She loved the smell of coffee, her father had always had a cup every morning for as long as she could remember and it reminded her of him. As she sipped her own morning cup, Mavi set out one for Nolan. She didn’t know if he even drank coffee or if he was even home. She wouldn’t be surprised if he had left her and never turned back. Still, the girl pulled herself onto the counter and sipped her drink. 

“Uncle Nolan?” She called out when she heard a door open, her tone testing the waters. Would he be angry with her? Spite her? Would he yell at her? Tell her to get out of his house? At least she hoped it was Nolan and not some crazy ax murderer. 

“oh why thank you.” billie said as her best friend draped his jean jacket over her shoulders and over her tiny frame. she was sure it was things like this that lead the people in their town to believe there was more of a friendship between the two. not to mention the early mornings she spent climbing out of his bedroom window, something she had done since they were kids. yet the older the two of them got, the more the talks about their friendship seemed to circle around their town. it didn’t ever seem to make them change their behavior, and even though it didn’t seem to make sense to most it made sense to them. placing her hand in the pocket she felt something plastic and pulled it out to expose a condom. “planning on using this tonight?” she said in a teasing voice letting out a chuckle. it was no surprise to anyone that nik had a bit of a reputation, however, billie tried to her best not to think about it for too long. when she did the idea of him with another girl made her skin crawl, and despite her resistance she would probably never admit to it being jealousy related. “who’s the lucky girl now?” she asked not sure she wanted to know the answer. 

“fucking finally, I wasn’t sure if you ever going to wake up. I would have assumed you were dead expect we both know you snore like pig.” she said smirking behind her coffee mug. making herself at home at nick’s apartment, helping herself to rummage through his cupboards, and making herself coffee strong enough to wake up the male on smell alone was almost routine at this point. his button up wrinkled shirt, one of the few somewhat dresser shirts Nicholas had owned draped itself over her body. the hem was just barely long enough to cover the girl, the curve of her bottom peaking out from under the shirt when she got on her tip toes turning to gran a mug from the counter. billie wasn’t one to be shy of her body, always wearing tight fitting jeans paired with a crop top and a fitted bralette. it wasn’t like nick hadn’t seen her in less, plus the thought of him checking her out like he did with basically every other person of the opposite sex wasn’t a thought that even crossed her mind. the two of them were apart of this dysfunctional codependent friendship that to many made little to no sense. in fact the amount of times they shared a bed and she left his house in the same clothes as the night before it was truly no wonder the town assumed much more than platonic friendship was going down. yet despite the occasional sexual thought about her so called best friend, the farthest the two had gone was a kiss in the seventh grade. “you hungry, I'm cooking some stale cereal.” she said raising an eyebrow looking over at the male. 

“just a moment and i’ll be right with you.” the female said in her petite timid voice she was working on kneading the dough for the next round of pizzas. her brother ivan never was one to ask for help but always one who needed some wasn’t about to pass up some free help around the parlor. sure he tried to fight it at first but once she used it as a reason to spend more time together he seemed to give up the fight. turning to face the customer who was waiting for her attention she turned around running her arm over her forehead unknowingly spreading flour across her forehead. noticing a familiar face, a good friend currently and something much more not too long ago. even though elaine and jamie had broken up a year ago there was still a deep care for one another that resulted in a close friendship. of course, even though she still didn’t fully understand why they had to break up, she respected his choice and settled for a friendship. even so, seeing the male always seemed to bring a little bit of a quicken to her heart rate and a flush to her cheek. “well hello there, have you eaten today?” she said softly flowing so effortlessly into her role of taking care of those around her. “I have some cheesy bread and a couple slices if you are hungry.” she said wiping her hands on her apron looking up giving him a soft smile. 

walking into bedroom of the girl who half the time couldn’t stand the male and the most the time acted like she couldn’t be more annoyed by him. however, zach knew despite how hard she seemed to act annoyed by him he knew she also had a great affection for him. no matter how annoyed he made her they still always seemed to have a foundation of a strong friendship that had started when they were young kids. plopping down on her bed her tossed over the freshly warmed pizza box in her direction and flashed her his famous dopey grin. for some reason which he couldn’t keep track at this point he had pissed her off once again. “I brought you pizza and I got you a little something else, because from our last text thread it seems like you might be having that time of the month.” he said putting in extra emphasize on the word time and dug in his jean pocket and found a tiny chocolate bar throwing it her way. he loved tip toeing the line of being a charming best friend and a complete pest at the same time. pulling her into his arms for a bear hug despite knowing it was going to piss her off.