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14:30 (12) Messages from group Clusterfuck
14:30 bettafish expert- hey we r like 20 minutes away now????
14:30 bettafish expert- at least thats what scarlet said
14: 31 FightTheSun- D:<< I said multiple things but 20 minutes was not one of them!! I said it takes 20 minutes to get to B's house from the stations!!!!1!
14:32 bettafish expert- fuck you
14:32 j-hope stan- pwease no fighting on the twain 3:
14:32 bettafish expert: im glaring at u
14:43 j-hope stan- i'm ignoring you
14:43 horse??- You're tearing this family apart and making me cry
14:44 FightTheSun- D:
14:44 HotStuff- :D
14:44 Hotstuff- in all seriousnessess when the FUCK are you all y'all coming
14:45 You- Yes please, tell me that. I'm covered in flour and other powders that I spilled all over the place
14:45 bettafish expert- cocaine??? damn b dont be wasting all that by ursel f
14:45 You- Wink
14:46 FightTheSun- I'm 9 and I see this
14:46 horse??- But?? ? ?? You're 19
14:47 horse??- Ah. The neutral face of displeasure
14:47 You- Nice
14:47 You- Anyway. When are you guys at the station
14:48 j-hope stan- in 9 minutes! just checked it!!!
14:48 You- Thank you
14:48 You- Jirra I can't see you and I know you can hear me but you read these please get up and help me
14:49 HotStuff- i just cleaned shit up babe what else do you want
14:49 You- Your ass here
14:49 bettafish expert-only the ass? damn u wild
14:49 You- You promised to put the dishes
14:50 HotStuff- ugh
14:50 You- You can say it out loud I can hear you
14:50 You- Okay nice groan now come here I'm covered in nasty white mush
14:51 horse??- I'm worried
14:51 You- Good.
Button set down her phone and glanced over to the living room. Long legs appeared behind the couch, swinging back down as a raven haired head appeared, yawning loudly. Jirra's gaze met Button's and she smiled, waving at the other and taking a hold on the back of the couch, hoisting herself over it and landing on her feet a thump. She dusted her dark sweatpants and stuffed her hands to its pockets, making her way to the kitchen. Button smiled fondly to which Jirra replied with a quick kiss on the top of her head.
"How's the ominous white mush?"
"Minding its on mush business. But I guess it's going to end up good."
"Well to absolutely flatter you, but you make the best fucking breads and pizzas here."
"Are you sure? Have you tried Ruska's?"
"No babe listen, I love you and your baking but you just made a pretty fucking good point. Like yea you do really good ones too, you really do but like you know- I mean I don't wanna compare you both cause you're both pretty big masters." Jirra babbled on, scratching the back of her head.
"Hey don't worry I didn't take it seriously, I learned this from her. She's the master here."
"Yea but I don't wanna compare you both."
"Reasonable. And you know I love you too, and your cooking."
"I burned down soup, are you sure my cooking is lovable?"
"You're trying your best and I still think you did pretty well with the pasta last week."
"Oh it was good? I didn't get the chance to taste it, fuck!"
"It was great."
"Thanks Goldy."
Jirra moved behind Button, wrapping her hands loosely around her waist and placing her chin over Button's head. Button leaned into the touch, humming quietly as she spread the dough onto the pan. Jirra was warm and she smelled like freshly cut wood and smoke. She did help Jamie earlier that day with the firewood so it was no surprise. Jirra hated to go out during winter but she liked to visit the Gray's with Button, sometimes even going herself.
"Hey honey can you actually get the plates and stuff? Put the fancier glasses, but not the ones with gold, I don't trust anyone with them. Take the ones with the funny swirls, they'll match the decoration better."
"Ah right, yea sure."
Jirra rubbed Button's shoulder lightly and placed her hands back to her pockets, sliding to the side to get the plates. She crouched down to pick them but stopped to think for a while. She pulled out one with tiny birds, showing it to Button. She nodded and stepped away to open the oven and put her creation in, wiping her pants from the flour. While Jirra placed all the cutlery around the dining room table, moving around to the sound of the song coming from the speakers. Button knew it was her favourite, she always noted about it.
She remembers that Jirra got the inspiration to change her hairstyle from the current song, cutting off her sides and swiping her hair move up than backwards. It was a great look on her. But it also revealed the long scar across the side of her head. Button caught herself staring at the said scar, dropping her gaze to the kitchen floor. She had promised herself to not think about the origins of it but it the memories always came back. As the same nightmare, creeping up on her when she least expected it.
It was no better for Jirra, either. Waking up screaming some nights, or kicking the other awake on accident. One night she was woken up to her whimpers and eyes glowing bright orange, the markings on her upper arms lit up. The tears had stained their mattress, burning up the fabric. It was a though night. One of the tough nights.
"Button?"
"What's up?"
"Should I put some sweet fucking jams blasting from the speakers before the idiots arrive?"
"You call them idiots? Harsh."
"It was your idea to call our group Midnight Idiots."
"I didn't think you guys would like it!" Button protested, wiping her hands clean onto the towel. Yes, it was true, she had named their little gang a while ago but she had no idea they'd go with it.
"But yes, sure. Put on some tunes. My phone should be charged on the table. The uh, coffee table I think. I don't remember."
Jirra took her phone from the coffee table and looked through her playlist's and humming silently a tune that was stuck in her head.
"Not gonna name any names, but someone has listened some Hozier. And not just a little."
"Hey come on, it's good!"
"Whatever, I'm not gonna put some sad indie jams this time. Kaipo would start to cry eventually."
"Well, me too? We're both really emotional when it comes to indie music so. But hey, who had a rock and metal discussion with Akash yesterday during the latest hours? In our group chats? We all woke up to nearly 400 messages just by you to alone."
"Akash knows some good music."
"And me and Kaipo don't?"
"Not saying that! Hozier is pretty lit and shit like that but ya know."
"I hope that 'lit' was ironic."
Jirra winked at Button and pressed play on their hang out- playlist. Jirra did like some music Button listened to but their tastes were still very different. Button didn't complain as much as Jirra did about it, but it was understandable that it wasn't always the time for super slow and sad indie. They could manage though, switching the playlist as the time went by.
"My back is killing me, B."
"How did you sleep last night? You did look a bit uncomfortable after waking up so I guess you slept in a bad potition."
"I sleep perfectly, in my opinion."
"If you say so."
Jirra stretched her back, lifting her arms high up in the air. She groaned out loud, feeling a little better after it. Button had said about looking out for her postures but Jirra had always said "it's fine" and that "she's not going to break that easily". Maybe she won't break but Button still wanted Jirra to take care of herself.
They looked out for each other and held each other close. Button loved Jirra, she truly did. Not to sounds dramatic but she would move the sea for her.
"Yo, the shitheads are here in like a minute so I'm gonna go and see if they need help with luggage 'n shit. The stairs are mad slippery."
"You do that."
Once a haunting and empty house sprouted life and colours, after so many years. And it was getting only brighter and more colourful every week.
The clock on the other side of the warmly lit room ticked quietly. Time seemed to go more faster than ever, sometimes feeling like it went by unnaturally fast. Tiniest tics and tocs echoed in the silent room quietly, nearly drowned out by the soft music coming through from the living room.
Button took a deep breath in, huffing out with a low chuckle as she heard the guests slowly arrive, making their way towards the top of the hill. It was great to have people over sometimes.
For now, she felt more alive than ever.