Jade
Jade stewed quietly, rubbing the brim of her coffee against the slightly stubbly side of her hair where the shaved cut needed to be refreshed. Itchy. She mentally groaned, eyes roaming slowly across the crowded DMV where all she could pick out were office shirts and housewife attire. Why did they make it this damn slow?!
She had come to get her license renewed, alongside preparing a few documents for the college of her choice. A whole year had flown by with Tori now, and any worry she had of the honeymoon phase had died pretty quickly. Died right on those honey-sweet lips. Her popstar had become a clinger in all senses of the word, and damn did it feel good to the hollywood witch. She felt so wanted, but not for what she could give someone or what image she projected on their arm. Tori seemed to almost feast on the fact Jade couldn't pull her eyes away anymore, and she made sure everytime Tori would wander her own, she would make sure those beautiful caramel orbs locked right back on her own. Swear she isn't even looking. Just wants me to grab her chin.
They had both applied to the same college, hoping to find talent agents quickly. Well, maybe not too quickly. A smirk darted up the curve of green painted lips. At least a year with my girl in a college dorm, alone... Jade shuddered slightly, groaning internally with a sip of her mocha frap. She tapped lightly on her hip, trying to calm the anxiety of this place mixing with the thoughts she had brought on herself.
She glances around, searching for any sign her torturous trip was soon to end. Her phone buzzed after a moment, pulling it out and pausing her music to check it. It had been the melody to Thousand Years, a song Tori had started singing a lot since it popped back up on her radar. Jade had to admit, the idea was appealing. Not the actual waiting, but the connection, and she sung it really often whenever they were cuddling in this soft voice that-
Ughhhhhh how much longer?!
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Tori
Why is she taking so lonnnnggggg... Tori thought as she lightly kicked her legs, sat outside the largest park only a block from the DMV. She had hoped to surprise her baby, but she had been pacing for easily a whole thirty minutes. I should have just taken Andre up on his offer and gone bowling!
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Andre
His fingers tightly clenched against the wheel of his car. His brow was glistening with sweat, his knuckles white as snow. His mind reeling on one thought. Someone shut this woman up!
Trina had been the only one to invite herself on his bowling trip, and thus far, there was no sign of Syn or Cat from texts. They had been meant to meet up on the way, but he had either missed them or, they had just flat out gotten busy and not had a chance to text. Better be alright.
"So like, can you bowl for me?" This snapped Andre from the slight dissociative daze he had used to silence the raging loudmouth to his right. Somedays, Trina was tolerable. Most days, Andre just wanted to-
No. No. Bad thoughts.
"Can I.. what?" He fumbled out, looking at this obnoxious woman in her big brown eyes.
"Bowl for me. I don't wanna mess up my manicure, so you can bowl for me. But, like, bowl better for me and worse for u. Mkay?" She wiggled her freshly done yellow nails, longer than most and leaving him puzzled on how she even made her phone work. Kinda pretty color, though.
"You're jokin, right?" He asked, looking at her with a quirked brow and a visibly pissed off expression he couldn't hold back anymore. "You better be jokin."
"Uh, no, do you see these nails? Now, come on. Drive Mr. Chauffeur."
Andre couldn't really tell you what compelled him to do it. Something, though, about those overly plush, soft lips always running in his ear with the mosr obsurd shit. The way she pushed everyone around, acting like the queen she saw herself as. It pissed him off. It pissed him off in a way he had never felt. When she had moved to snap her fingers at him, he had grabbed her neck.
"Now, listen here." He growled as he pulled her across the car to see him closer, eyes almost fiery with feelings he had no understanding of. "You smart-mouth little bitch." He was growling harder in his voice than he meant to, but she didn't look scared of him. She was biting her lip, finally having stopped talking. "We are going to the bowling alley. We are meeting up with the others. We are playing a few rounds, and you," he squeezed slightly on her neck, "will keep those pretty lips sealed.
"You think I'm pretty?"
They wouldn't make it to bowling that day.
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Cat
"It's so heavyyyyy!" I whined, whimpering as I struggled to move the large mixing bowl across the kitchen. Syn's 'mom', who was just this large and very loud morrocan woman that lived up the street, had called them asking for help. Her backnhad given out again, and he had often made a habit of giving her a hand where he could. She definitely talks to him like she's his mom.
"I got it, baby." He whispered softly in her ear, lightly touching her hip as he pulled her to the side of him and moved the heavy bowl one-handed into the mixer. She blushed – come on, you so would, too! – and hit the little button that started the breadmixing process.
"She sure needs your help a lot." Cat mumbled as she leaned against his side, hand ligjtly tracing the upper part of his shirt.
"She runs a house of four kids by herself mainly given hubby's always driving for work." He chuckled. "Limousine driver makes good money."
"Sounds sus." She whispered softly, a little mask-slip allowed when privately close.
"I've inspected the information. He is just a goofy fifties something obsessed with futball." He smiled, softly kissing her temple as – Gets me with that every time – and melting all hrr worries away.
"Love you, Catarina." He said with a soft whisper.
"Love you, too." She whispered back. He had used the honey and vanilla body wash again. He knew the smell calmed her anxious moments.
"Think Andre will be mad?" She gave a little smirk.
"If he is, well, we can deal with that later."
"Trina alone in a car. You sure he won't get angry?"
"Counting on it, actually. I think Trina wants him to get angry. Tame her." Cat's lips split into a plotting grin that her beloved matched.
"My, my. How... Synful."