“i think that was legit the roughest thing ive had to deal with in my entire life.” her expression deadpans, an eerie silence lingering in the air— before she, once again, snorts into giggles. “i love you both!” returning the kiss, her face starting to feel a bit fuzzy.. - -

following her, straddling her lap and breaking into a snort of giggles. that sounds so much like thea. “i’m sure he’ll be thrilled to hear your remarks.” playfully rolling her eyes. “you know that boy’s temper is short, no matter how he tries to hide it.” her expression softens, smile - -

ooh, tummy ache 😔

"if you do, i promise i won't ever tour with you again!" an empty threat, she could never mean that truthfully. yet, her face would scrunch, brows furrowing as she leans forward. a playfully accusing finger poking at thea's nose. ... then quickly returning to her usual smile. - -

“a performance would prooobably (?) make it less obvious. act as if it’s more of a professional trip than a pseudo-vacation..” she’d quickly steal another peck before tapping the other’s shoulder, a gesture to be let down to her feet. her legs would unfold around the blonde, feet anticipating - -

“oh—! for sure, for sure. i’d love to visit! i’ve been meaning to for years, but all the idol work stopped me!” nodding. head tilting down, forehead resting against her’s. “at least this way i can disguise it as work!”

legs tightly wrapped around the woman’s waist, pulling away from the hug as her arms rest atop thea’s shoulders. the infectious light in her eyes glowing in glee. “oh, god. you really DO want to leave the tabloids theorizing!!” giggling, poking fun at the other before pressing a kiss - -

yaaaAAAAAAWn…. ( smacking lips. ) yeah.

okay MAYBE i shouldn’t have drank ( BURPS ) so much spr- ( hic—burp ) sprite oh my god ( burps ) HEEEEELP

<- drinks pan honey

straight honey-? actually!! i’ve seen a few hot tea recipes on tiktok that look like they’d help with the throat.. i also know a guy who sells these totally legit tonics!

i’ve been drinking sprite! .. it’s not working T^T

finishing her set, stretching down and touching her toes. eyebrows raising at the other star’s voice, she nearly immediately bounces up with joy. her sun-like smile radiating as she trots over. “theaa!!!” jumping off the ground and wrapping herself around her! mind the sweat..

man, i hope i’m not getting a sore throat…

joggers and baggie hoodie on! currently doing jumping jacks in the studio, it’s been a while since she’s done some physical activity… and she knows the label may not approve of her slacking.

... ( snrrrk- ) what was that about?

bless you. 😀

“you better not…” she says through sniffling. allowing herself to be vulnerable, just this once. she’s given that trust to thea. zoey slowly and gently pulls away, teary eyes looking into her’s once again. “wanna… wanna get some food?”

swallowing, blinking twice. silently and quickly nodding. her eyes would stare into thea’s, almost like a small puppy alone and waiting for their owner’s return. “i’m sure. i’m absolutely sure.” she says after what felt like hours of silence. hesitating for a second before pulling the pop star -

gaze softening as her eyes would turn to look into thea’s, mouth slightly agape at her touch. silent for a few seconds that would feel like minutes. “i forgive you, thea. i want you here.. i really do.. i know it was just a mistake. i know it was. you don’t have to apologize for something -

“i’m.. sorry. i thought about what you said while we were there. about me needing to feel… at least a little upset with you. i just— can’t, though.” her smile would soon fall, shoulders tensing as a hand raises to rub at her other arm. shame. “i can’t bring myself to believe that-

“so, you’re getting your own place? why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve helped find a good spot.. and get a pretty little discount too!” she’d smile. genuinely. “that’s.. a bit of a relief.”

“yeah, i think i’ve been putting a lot of strain on myself.. and my body is paying for it right now. are you leaving..?”

“i’m fine. just a little sore.. nothing to worry about.” she says, stretching her arms.. and noticeably avoiding eye contact.

ooh, my bones.. they hurt.

so, um… what do you actually think about me..?

rubbing her eyes and stepping out of her room. streeeeetching, yaaaaawning.. smacking her lips. “good morning!!!”

“g-good for..” she’d choke, hitched breaths escaping her as a palm rests atop her chest. tears mixing with the stray mucus dripping from her nose. she can’t lose someone. she can’t. she couldn’t even bare to even think of the pain that follows. her hand quickly raises, tightly gripping the-

flopping onto the couch… ooh, she’s tired.

hiiiii!!! 😊😊

wait, wuh- wh

.

maybe a honey flavored cookie!

i dunno!! maybe.. skittles?

mm.. i’m craving something sweet.

here— let me get you some water! and bread rolls— those help with hangovers, i think! ( sprinting off! )

“and that’s—“ she’d choke on her words, almost not even able to force them out. “and that’s okay! it was just gwi-ma, it’s wasn’t like you acted out of your own will! .. right?” she couldn’t deny it. the pain that she had gone through solely because of the pop star’s actions. the things she had -

you good, girl??

hiiiiii :)

🙂

uhm… good question, yeah. uhmmmm….

omg is that bobby?? bobbyyyyy!!!!

:D

did you know that? that when you eating hamburger, hamburger’s gettings less and less hamburger because- because you is eating hamburger.

the hunter would remain silent, her eyes softening as they stare to the ground. eyebrows raising in confusion and concern. her arm would drape to her side. “you— you didn’t mean to though, right? you were just— you just wanted— you..” a means to rationalize. it’s what zoey had always done. +

pressing a pen to an empty page in her notebook. what came to her so naturally and easy now felt so numbing and irritating. the words wouldn’t flow. the thoughts in her head only a static hum. “.. c’mon.. i’m better than this— come on!!”

stirring awake.. eyes hurting.