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Jade had never, not once, dared to imagine the scene in front of her.
As she almost tripped down the stairs she still couldn’t believe it. Not when she finally greeted them. Not when she catapulted herself at John. Not even as everyone followed her up to her room.
Their voices washed over her like the waves Jade heard at night in her bed, except far more intense then it had any right to be. It was like every dream she had ever had but much, much brighter. Almost as bright as her dreams in Prospit.
No. Brighter.
By the time everything was winding down, after the cake John had brought over was eaten and all the movies watched, Jade still couldn’t believe anything was real. She brought a hand up to her cheek and pinched in the way she had always seen people do in movies.
“Yo Harley, you there? You’re missing some of the best beats ever thrown out in hell murder island.”
“Ah yes, I’m sure Jade is simply exhilarated to hear another one of your glorious ‘beats’ for the fourth time today Dave.”
Somehow, Jade’s friends’ mere presence in her home was enough to throw her off. Like she was floating in space, unable to steady herself well enough to land back on Earth. It was overwhelming, terrifying, perfect.
Was this what freedom felt like? Or was it just happiness?
“Jade? Are you actually alright? You have been staring off for like a minute…” John’s sentence trailed off but his eyes remained stuck to her, and his mouth was twisted into a small frown.
She snapped back into focus as she heard Rose and Dave’s playful bickering trail off and felt three sets of eyes on her.
Wait. Three?
She glanced around for any sign of the hoodie-wearing space-hopping “mailman” who brought them all
into this mess
together, but there was no trace of them. It almost felt like they had never been here at all. Almost.
“Haha I’m alright everyone! Just wondering where our friend went, that's all,” Jade finally took her hand off her cheek and started fiddling with her hair instead.
“It seems they have left us to our slumber party. I also didn’t notice their sudden departure,” Rose looked over to where the door to Jade’s room was carefully opened just enough for a small figure to have exited.
“Well shit, guess the mailman got too confounded by these sick lines, unfounded…” Before Dave could start his mumble rapping again, John threw a pillow at him.
“No more rhymes, Dave!”
As blazing heat of their eyes finally left Jade and shifted to the next round of shenanigans, she resisted the urge to sigh. Out of relief or disappointment, she wasn’t sure.
She looked over to where Dave was trapped between two battlefields of pillow-y madness and reminded herself that she would be strong from here on out, and accept her happy ending.
Jade let herself sink into the noise and voices.