The Time of Our Lives

by EsseR3xinaLives

Summary:

There are two kinds of people in the world: the people who stay true to the perfectly paved road that was created for them and those who try to find a path of their own.
Lia is certain that if she just keeps her head down and follows the rules she'll be able to find her own path along the way, but Yuna and her friends provide her a third option: create your own path.

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, after starting this series I learned that the word 'spaz' is a derogatory term used against neurodivergent and differently abled communities. I did use that term in this fic before I realized it was a slur and apologize for my ignorance on the matter beforehand. I am choosing to keep the term in the fic, and have a future chapter planned where the characters navigate their use of the term. Please use your own discretion when reading this fic and I apologize for any offense I may have caused.

Notes:

I've always wanted to write an ITZY fic, but I always figured I'd wait till they did an MV that was more fantasy based. Then I watched the Wannabe MV trailer and just thought I should really do something with this. Also, this fic is structured where each chapter is titled after one of ITZY's songs, the songs will be in order and the title tracks will have there chapters based on the MV's. I've wanted to write a fanfic for a K-pop group with this structure for a while, but ITZY's story felt best developed to me so I'm starting with this. Anyways, here's the first chapter of The Time of Our Lives! Please kudos, comment, and most of all, enjoy =)

Chapter 1: Dalla Dalla

She should’ve known better than to tell Yuna.

She thought it would be a harmless gesture.  After all, her parents were inviting her to a benefits concert that would take her abroad and it behooved her to inform her cousin of her departure in case gossipy classmates tried to hound Yuna about her whereabouts.  She knew just how nosy her classmates could be and it would’ve been too cruel to leave her cousin completely clueless to her absence.

So she called Yuna to inform her of her departure when things took a turn for the worst.  Her cousin immediately decided that she should join, squealing at the idea and spouting hypothetical activities they could do to reforge their 'once unbreakable bond.'  She even decided to bring some friends along!

Lia tried to insist that she didn’t want to impose.  After all, they all must have had finals coming up soon and she didn’t want to detract them from their studies, but Yuna brushed her off.

“Nonsense!  It’s been ages since we’ve last hung out and you haven’t even met any of my friends!  AAAAH, I’m so excited! I’m gonna get everything booked right away!”

“Wait, Yu-!”

CLICK

She released an exasperated sigh before her phone suddenly vibrated.

 

From Shin Yuna:

hey wat hotl & flite r u bookd @?

i wana spend as much time as posbl w/ u!

 

Lia sighed as she reservedly typed in her itinerary details, hovering for just a moment before hitting send.

 

From Shin Yuna:

awsom!  ill get those bookd rite away!

I cant w8! itll be so much fun!

 

Lia planted her palm against her forehead as her head shook slowly.

 

To Shin Yuna:

It will definitely be a most pleasant venture.

 

She coughed as she hit the send button, grateful that Yuna had hung up and couldn’t hear her strain. 

She was not ready for this.

---

At least it didn’t start off too terribly.  After all, they were just going to be on the same flights and stay in the same hotel and spend every moment of the trip together, but that was fine.  That was fine!  After all, it’s not like Yuna and her friends were going to pose any problems.

Lia was going to make sure of that.

“Oh my god, Lia!”

Lia turned to find Yuna running up to her before her cousin squeezed the life out of her lithe frame.  “It’s so good to see you again!”

“Pleasure’s. All. Mine,” Lia managed to choke out as she futilely attempted to return the hug with her arms pinned to her side.

That was one thing about her cousin that Lia could never quite figure out how to cope with: her copious amounts of energy.  Of course, she knew that Yuna could carry herself like a proper lady like her aunt and uncle must’ve taught her to, but the motivation to do so seemed lost on Yuna.  Even her outfit was a far cry from what Lia knew it could’ve been, taking note of Yuna’s baby pink graphic tee and torn denim jeans.

“Oh, but you gotta tell me what you’ve been up to!”  Yuna demanded as she pulled apart from Lia who inhaled as much air as she could with her newfound freedom.  “Chaeryoung told me that you applied to be on the ballot for student body president!”

“Chaeryoung?”  Lia paused for a moment to make sure she had heard right.  “As in, Lee Chaeryoung?”

“The one and only!”

Lia quirked an eyebrow and folded her arms.  “You talk to Lee Chaeryoung?”

“You see, that’s exactly why we needed this!”  Yuna announced as she rolled her eyes playfully.  “Chaeryoung’s my best friend!  In fact, she’s going to join us for the trip!”

“Really?!”

A sleek black car pulled forward gently, as if just waiting for that moment to grace the two with its presence.  Lia was dumbstruck as the figure in the back seat rose out of the car.  Lee Chaeryoung was everything the rumors said she was: elegant, graceful and gorgeous with a charisma and intellect that made her noticed by even the upperclassmen at their school.  She ran a hand through her hair to tousle her cascading auburn locks before turning to meet the chauffeur.  He handed Chaeryoung her bag, which she accepted with a polite bow before turning to walk towards the duo with a stride that commanded all eyes to lock on her.  Even her clothes announced her classiness, with the beige jacket complementing her perfectly and the black slacks announcing that she was all about business.

“Chaeryoung!”

Said girl looked up immediately as Yuna barreled into her.  It only took her a moment to recover from her shock before she hugged her friend back and gave the most tempered smile.

“It’s good to see you to Yuna.”

“Aw, this is so exciting!  Oh, but, introductions!  Chaeryoung, this is my cousin Lia!  Lia, meet Chaeryoung!”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Chaeryoung stated with a slight bow as she shook Lia’s hand.  Lia’s shock was doubled by Chaeryoung’s manners.  To think that she was friends with her uncouth cousin!

“No, please, the pleasures all mine,” Lia assured as she returned the gesture, hoping that her shoulderless long-sleeved dress didn’t look too casual with such company.  “It’s such an honor to have you joining us!”

“Well, when Yuna said she wanted us to join her cousin’s trip abroad I couldn’t say no.”

Lia noticed that Chaeryoung gave Yuna a knowing smile which inspired Lia to glare at her cousin.  If Yuna badgered the head of their school’s debate team/current student body treasurer into going on this asinine trip she was going to give Yuna an earful.  Of course, her cousin noticed the glare and raised her hands pleadingly.

“Hey, I didn’t do anything, honest!”

Chaeryoung laughed, a soft polite laugh that was the stark opposite of Yuna’s, as she turned to give Lia a smile.  “I promise you, Yuna was nothing but cordial when she extended the invitation to me.  Besides, Yuna speaks so highly of you that I thought this would be a fantastic time to get to know each other better.  After all, with your announcement that you’ll be running for student body president next year, you’re someone I’ll have to keep my eye on.”

Again, Lia’s shock returned.  She couldn’t imagine that her cousin had anything positive to say about her in… well… it had been a while since she and her cousin had been on good terms.  They didn’t necessarily have a bad relationship per se they were just… distant.  But hearing that Yuna had, not just cast her in a positive light to Chaeryoung, but also used this trip as a way to introduce Chaeryoung to her was… astounding!

“So, where are the others?  Didn’t they come with you?”

Chaeryoung shook her head.  “Yeji had some loose ends to tie up before coming and Ryujin wanted to stay to offer assistance.”

“Completely understandable,” Lia answered back with a smile as she tapped her fingers against her suitcase.  She didn’t want to appear rude, but they did have only about an hour until their flight and-

“Hey!  I think I see them now!”

Lia turned in the direction her cousin was waving, but was certain that she had to have been mistaken.  There was no way that her cousin, and, more realistically, Chaeryoung, would consort with the two girls who were walking up the sidewalk now.  They were just too… improper!  The taller one had their pitch black hair up in a high ponytail and bore an elaborate tattoo of a Korean dragon with blue scales and a golden mane on her right arm.  The head was prominently displayed on the back of her hand with the dragon’s mouth agape and an orb in each of its front claws.  The rest of the dragon coiled four times around her wrist and forearm with the back legs and tail ending about three quarters up her forearm.  The other girl stood out in a more subtle way, having her hair dyed red under her dark chestnut hair.  Lia couldn’t help but note that their outfits left much to be desired as the taller walked up in a white crop top with black cargo pants and the other wore an oversized concert t-shirt that hid her denim shorts as they carried a duffel bag each.

Lia could just smell the trouble off them.

“Yeji!  Ryujin!  Over here!”

The taller one perked towards Yuna before sending a wave and nudging the shorter to look ahead.  The shorter didn’t seem to care, shrugging their shoulders and talking back to the taller as Yuna's wave became more exuberant.

“I think they’ve seen you Yuna,” Lia stated softly as she kept her eyes surveying the faces of the bystanders nearby.

“Yeah, but Ryujin’s ignoring me,” Yuna responded with a pout.

“Don't let it get you down,” Chaeryoung answered with a roll of her eyes.  “You know Ryujin's just teasing you."

A bright smile soon formed on Yuna's lips as a devious glint shone in her eyes.

“Well, I'll just have to remind her who she's messing with.”

“Yuna, wha- wait-!”

But Yuna, being Yuna, didn’t wait.  She ran straight towards the shorter girl and jumped as the girl caught her into a hug to carry her towards the others.  Lia couldn’t help but sigh at her cousin’s antics.

“I really must apologize for her,” Lia stated as she shook her head.  “It’s so kind of you to look after her despite her rowdy behavior.”

Chaeryoung gave a giggle.  “I don’t mind at all.  As a matter of fact, I find her liveliness invigorating.”

Lia gave a relieved sigh before turning back to the newly arrived duo.  She knew that Chaeryoung was in the same year as Yuna, but she couldn’t help but think that she should’ve at least heard of the other two.  “Are they in the same class as you?”

“No.” Chaeryoung answered curtly as the duo approached.

“We’re here to return a lost child,” the shorter girl stated as she dropped Yuna who groaned at finding herself on the ground.

“Hrm, why do you have to be so mean Ryujin?”

“Just stating the facts, squirt.”

“Hey, I’m taller than you!”

The taller girl, who Lia decided must’ve been Yeji, gave a hearty laugh as she shook her head.  “Just ignore her Yuna.  You know Ryujin just like to be an ass most of the time.”

“Hey, don’t I get a fucking medal or something?  She’s pretty heavy.”

“You big-!”

“Anyways, I’m Yeji,” the taller girl introduced herself as she sent a wave to Lia.  “And the pissy one here is Ryujin.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes as Chaeryoung helped Yuna up.

“It’s nice to meet you two,” Lia responded with a forced smile before turning her attention to Yuna.  “You have quite the eclectic friend circle here.”

“Huh?  Oh, yeah!”  Yuna answered with a hop.  “You should hear about the time we-”

“Maybe we can do so on the plane,” Lia quickly interrupted.  “After all, we still need to check in.”

“Oh!  Right!  Let’s get going!”

Lia led the way, dragging her over-sized suitcase as she heard the others talking behind her.  She couldn’t deny her curiosity.  After all, Chaeryoung was in the group.  Of course, the more they talked the more of a headache it was for Lia to continue to smile and nod.

She had no idea what any of them were talking about.

It sounded like they were discussing some event they attended, but it definitely wasn’t school related.  Especially since they discussed these events happening at someplace called “The Hussy Hole,” which made Lia question the quality of Yuna’s friends if they were frequenting places like that.  Of course, hearing Yuna talk about those events, speaking of memories that she shared with her friends and laughing over shared experiences made Lia feel… distant.

She couldn’t help but wonder just how far out of touch she had fallen with her cousin.

She gave a sigh as she threw in her air pods.  She made that choice.  There was no point in dwelling on it.  She would let them stay in their own world and she would just... go her own way she supposed.  Besides, it's not like after this trip she was going to interact with any of them again.  Maybe Chaeryoung and occasionally Yuna, but that would be it.  They just needed to get checked in, through security and on the plane where she could ignore them for the remainder of the trip.  Fortunately, checking in didn’t take too long.  Unfortunately, security was so backed up that they couldn’t even see the security gates up ahead.  Lia gave a soft groan as she desperately tried to hide her impatience.  She constantly looked at her watch as she tapped her foot.  They only had thirty minutes to get through the rabble and get on their flight before they’d miss it and her parents would be sorely disappointed in her if she missed the concert.

She took a deep breath as she focused her mind on the music playing from her phone. 

Don’t go chasing waterfalls

Just stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to

I know you’re gonna have it your way or-

SWIP

“Huh?  Hey!”

Lia grimaced at Ryujin who gave her a soft smirk.

“Hey princess.”

Yeji grabbed the ticket from Ryujin’s hand as she looked it over.

“Come on Ryujin, don’t be a- wha-?  Damn Lia, you got a window seat?  Lucky!”

“Really?” Ryujin asked with a quirked eyebrow.  “Let me see.”

“Why don’t you two mind your own business and give me my ticket back please.”

Lia could feel the heat rising to her face as the smile that had barely graced Ryujin's face quickly died.

“It was just a joke princess.”

“Excu-!”

“Don’t mind Ryujin,” Yeji intervened as she covered Ryujin’s mouth.  “She’s a shit-head sometimes, but I know she didn’t mean to upset you.”  She handed Lia the ticket as she offered a warm smile.  “Here’s your ticket back.  Sorry for snooping on it.  We’re just ready to get in the air, you know?”

Lia released a sigh.  She supposed she could let Ryujin’s behavior slide since Yeji was kind enough to mediate.  She reached out and grabbed the ticket.

“Thank yo-!”

“Yoink!”

“Wha- Yuna!”

“Sorry Lia!”  Yuna announced with the most unapologetic smile possible.  “But, you gotta lighten up a little.”

“Yuna!”  She immediately covered her mouth and lowered her gaze to glare at Yuna as she whispered harshly.  “Yuna, give me back my ticket now!”

“Hmmm, nokay.”

“Yuna!”

“If you want your ticket back… well…" her smile grew as she leaned forward.  "You’ll just have to catch me!”

“What?!”

Yuna rolled under the security line as she ran towards the automatic doors.

“Hussey away!”

Lia stood there with her jaw agape wondering what she would do.  Normally, if someone was so brutish as to steal something from her she would call security, but she couldn’t do that to her cousin!  She knew what her aunt and uncle would do if Yuna got in trouble and she couldn’t subject her cousin to that fate.

She would just have to handle it herself.

She crawled under the security line to chase after Yuna.  Curse Yuna for stealing her ticket.  Curse Yuna for making her chase her.  Curse Yuna for embarrassing her in front of Chaeryoung!  Her entire social standing at school was about to come crumbling down and it was all Yuna’s fault!

She left the automatic doors, breathing heavily as she scanned the surrounding area.

Where was she?

“Yoohoo!  Lia!”

She turned her head forward as Yuna waved her ticket in the air.

“Yuna, get back here now!”

“Aw, but that’s no fun!”

“Yuna!”

“It doesn’t work that way Lia!”  Yuna shouted as she vaulted herself over the barricade leading to the parking garage.  “You’ll either have to catch me or neither of us are flying!”

“GRRRR YUNA!!!”

Lia bolted across the street as cars honked and swerved around her before she made it to the other side.  She had to catch her breath as she looked to either side of the barricade.  She couldn’t find an entrance anywhere.  She groaned.

“I swear Yuna, if you don’t give me back my ticket I swear I'll tell Subin and Hyunsik.”

“Oh come now Lia, you really think I've never been in trouble with my parents before?”  Yuna asked, leaning against the barricade as she pouted.  “I’m sad.  Not only have you not kept in touch, but you completely wiped me from your mind.”

Lia knew that she should own up to that.  She had been keeping Yuna at a distance.  She could admit that.  But right now, she was too angry at the situation to care.

“So, this was just some ploy to get back at me for being negligent?”

“I’m not looking to get back at you, I want us to hang out again.”

“And you thought this ridiculous run around would do that?”

“We’re talking more now than we have in the past three years, aren’t we?”

“I-”

“Hey!  You two by the barricade!”

“Crap!  It’s the cops!”

“Huh?”  Lia turned back to see the officers point in their direction and shrugged it off.  “Yeah, is there a- Hey, Yuna!”

But Yuna didn't listen, instead she ran further into the garage as Lia awkwardly straddled herself over the barricade.

“Yuna!  Why are you running?!”

“Don’t talk Lia!  You know what they say!  Everything you say can and will be used against you!”

“But,” she landed gracelessly on the other side as she chased back after Yuna.  “I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding!  Just give me back my ticket!”

“Oh, yeah!”

Yuna paused, looking at each of her hands and both of her pockets before realizing she didn't have the ticket anymore.

“Um…”

“YOU LOST MY TICKET!?!?!?!”

“Oh my god, Lia I’m so sorry, I-”

“Damn, took you both long enough.”

They both turned their heads towards the voice where there, sitting on the roof of a Jeep with a snide smile on her face and ticket in hand, was Shin Ryujin.

“Lose something?”

“Oh my god, Ryujin!  You’re a lifesaver!”

“You had my ticket the entire time?!”

“Psh, don’t be so pissy princess.  I just noticed Yuna dropped it when she tried to call you over.”

“Dammit!  I should’ve noticed-”

Lia didn’t bother listening to the rest of Yuna’s complaint as she stormed towards the Jeep.

“Ryujin, you give me back my ticket this instant!”

Ryujin raised an eyebrow at Lia’s tone before leaning forward and offering a challenge.

“Why don’t you come up here and get it?”

“Are you absurd?!”

“There they are!”

“Wah!  The cops again!”

“Looks like shit’s about to go down,” Ryujin stated with a smirk as she turned towards Lia.  “What’cha gonna do princess?”

Lia felt Yuna grab her hand.  Felt Yuna’s pull back towards the garage barricade.  Heard Yuna saying something about needing to leave.

But Lia wasn’t having any of it.

Instead she marched up to the Jeep, stomped steadily onto the hood and climbed onto the roof where she looked down at Ryujin.

“This was all your doing, wasn’t it?!  You corrupted my baby cousin!  You turned her into this delinquent!  It’s all because of you!”

If there was anything Lia could say she knew with absolutely certainty about Ryujin it was that she only portrayed two emotions.  The first was the unreadable blank expression that she looked at Lia with that appeared to be just a hair away from showing mild irritation.  The second was a smirk that ranged from anywhere between deviant and arrogant as Ryujin turned to Yuna.

“Yo, Yuna!  Wanna see who can avoid the cops the longest?”

“Already on it!”  Yuna saluted as she ran back to hop over the barricade with Lia turning to try to stop her.  Of course, as she watched Yuna hop over the barricade with four cops hopping over after her she knew it wouldn’t do any good to try to stop her.  Instead, she decided to turn her ire back on Ryujin.

“Why in the world did you tell her that?!  Are you trying to get my cousin arrested?!”

“Chill out princess, nothing bad’s going to happen to her,” Ryujin stated indifferently as she rose from her spot and handed Lia her ticket.  “You wanted this back, right?”

Lia turned her head slowly as she glared at Ryujin.  She held out the ticket with that look of calm indifference on her face that Lia couldn’t help but feel infuriated at.  She clenched her fist before unleashing a punch against Ryujin's shoulder.

“Hey! Ow-!”

“This was all your doing!”

“Fucking chill princess!  I didn’t do shit!”

“You two!  Get down from there and turn yourselves in peacefully!”

“Fuck, the cops.”

Ryujin tried to make a run for it but Lia latched onto her arm.

“You’re not getting away that easily!”

“Fucking let me go!”

“No!”

“I said LET THE FUCK GO!!!”

Ryujin pulled her arm forward roughly, causing Lia to stumble forward as she lost her balance on the car roof.  She felt herself falling over, watching as the gravel became imminently closer before she felt her body shift and watched as her vision was turned towards the garage roof.

THUMP

“Ow…”

Lia began to breath heavily, looking around before noticing that Ryujin was on the gravel next to her.

Just the sight of Ryujin was enough to cause her anger to return.

“What is wrong with you?!  We could’ve gotten hurt!   Why do you have to be such a-”

“Alright, calm down missy.”

She threw off the hand that had landed on her shoulder before realizing she was surrounded by at least three men in uniforms as one pulled her up.

She couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I have no idea what your fucking problem is,” Ryujin groaned as the officers forced her up.  “But I hope you’re fucking happy princess.”

Lia glared as she spoke through gritted teeth.

“I hate you so much.”

“Do what you want.  You’re not worth the effort.”

Lia gave a growl as the officers continued to push them back towards the airport.

“Hope you two don’t have a flight anytime soon.  You won’t be going anywhere for a while.”

Lia’s heart sank as she struggled to fight back the tears in her eyes.

It was all Ryujin’s fault!

---

“You know, I know Ryujin wanted to go watch the rich people drama, but I’m glad I decided to stick with you.  This is way more fun!”

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes as she handed someone their bag from off the baggage carousel and wished them a warm farewell.  She walked towards the next bag, stepping over Yeji who was lounging on the carousel belt as the machine carried her in a slow circle.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself Yeji, but please watch overhead when you pass the baggage chute.”

“Yes, ma’- Ow!  Fuck!”

Yeji grabbed the bag that hit her as she could hear Chaeryoung’s soft giggles at her carelessness.

“Is there a Robert Jones here?!”

“That’s me,” a man announced, stepping forward as Yeji handed him his suitcase.

“Here’s your bag back.  Hope you have a good day.”

“Thank you.”  He responded in a gruff voice.  “And I do apologize that my bag hit you, however, I do believe that it is for your own safety that you shouldn’t be riding the baggage carousel.”

“Meh, risk I chose.”

“Fair enough, but why do this?”

“Oh, don’t ask me, I’m just here cuz she’s here,” Yeji answered as she pointed to Chaeryoung.  She had discarded her beige jacket to reveal a black t-shirt that had a yellow anarchist logo blaring against the back while printed in capital white letters on the front were the words ‘DECENTRALIZE POWER.’ Yeji stood up and brushed herself off before smiling at the man.  “Here, I’ll grab her so you can talk to her.  She’s hella smart.”

The man tilted his head curiously as Yeji slowly strode away.  She grabbed the bag from Chaeryoung and pointed her in the direction of her latest acquaintance before handing the bag to the latest patron.  Chaeryoung walked over as she took a seat at the edge of the baggage carousel.

“Hello sir, my friend said you wanted to know why we’re doing this.”

“I will admit to that curiosity yes.”

“Well, I’m more than happy to discuss my intentions with you.  Of course, I would like to ask you a question first.”

“Alright then, what question would that be?”

Charyoung crossed her legs and leaned forward.  “Do you believe that your voice is considered with equal weight as the voices of everyone else in this country?”

“Of course,” the man stated solemnly.  “We live in a democracy after all.”

“Yes, of course,” Chaeryoung acknowledged with a light giggle.  “But, I’m also curious.  Does that mean you believe your voice is given the same amount of weight as that of our current president?”

“Well, I suppose I couldn’t claim that.  But it would be absurd if I had as much voice as the president.”

“What would make that absurd?”  Chaeryoung asked as she tilted her head.  “After all, you mentioned we live in a democracy, and a democracy is a society that is defined as ‘being ruled by the people,’ is it not?”

“Well, that is true,” the man stated as he rubbed his chin.  “But if everyone had their voice given equal weight, then wouldn’t chaos ensue?  Everyone would fight for their ideas to be the one that is right and nothing would ever get done due to never ending disagreements.”

“So, efficiency should be placed over community?”

“Only because it’s necessary.”

“I understand that, though now, simply out of curiosity, how can you ensure that all people are treated fairly if you believe that some people will inevitably not have their voices represented in the decisions made by our nation?”

“I’m not sure,” the man stated with a tilted head.  “Perhaps inequity is just inevitable.”

“Perhaps, however, what if we held ourselves to a standard where it wasn’t an individual’s responsibility to ensure that their voice is heard, but a communal responsibility to ensure that everyone’s voice is heard.”

“How would that be different?”

“Well, let’s take this baggage carousel for a moment,” Chaeryoung responded as Yeji handed someone else their bag.  “This machine was designed to make it the individual’s responsibility to ensure that they get their luggage.  However, my friend and I aren’t part of this flight.  We don’t have bags of our own to search for so there is no perceived reason for us to be here.  However we chose to help each person claim their luggage by offering to hand the bags we find to the people they belong to.  In this way, we create a communal responsibility where we are not solely responsible for our own belongings, but also for the belongings of others.”

“So, in essence, this entire practice was simply to portray a point about community?”

“In essence, that would be correct.”

“Fascinating, though, I still think your point may be a little naïve.  After all, rules are put into place to ensure order and safety.  I will admit, it does seem nice and orderly when there are only two of you handing out the bags, however, what if everyone chose to take matters into their own hands and began to fight over who got to be the ones to ride the baggage carousel?”

“A fair point, though, let me ask you.  Do you feel inclined to ride the baggage carousel?”

“No.  To be quite frank it seems rather childish.”

Chaeryoung giggled again.  “And I suppose I can’t deny my own childishness, however, much like you, there are plenty of others who may see riding the carousel as absurd.  Of course, this machine was made as a product of individualist responsibility.  For instance, would this carousel even need to be here if everyone grabbed each bag as it arrived and worked together to deliver the bags to each patron?”

“I suppose that’s a fair point.  However, nothing would stop the person in front from simply walking away with someone else’s bag.”

“To be quite frank, nothing’s stopping anyone from doing that now either.”

The man hummed as his wristwatch started to beep.

“I apologize, but it appears my ride is here.  Thank you so much for your lively discussion.  It was most invigorating.”

“Always a pleasure,” Chaeryoung answered with a slight bow.  “If you would like to hear more of my thoughts on communal responsibility I run a podcast called ‘Judy Lee and the Responsibility of Us.’”

“I’ll be sure to look into it,” he responded while tipping his hat.  “You have a good day and make sure you stay safe.”

“Thank you, you as well.”

He walked off as she gave a wave before standing up, finding Yeji grinning right behind her.

“Slacking off there, Chae?”

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes as she walked past.  “Having critical discussions about community is just as important as performing acts of community.”

“Yeah whatever,” Yeji responded as she found another bag.  “Um… Noemi Rivera?”

“That’s me!”

Yeji walked over as she handed the bag to the girl standing by.

“Here you are! I don’t know if you’re returning home or on vacation, but either way I hope you enjoy your time here in Greenstone City.”

“Gorgeous and considerate,” Noemi responded with a wink.  “I hope everyone around here is like you.”

“Well, if they aren’t then they better pretend to be,” Yeji stated with a bright grin as she took a seat and leaned forward.  “Someone like you deserves everything gorgeous and considerate.”

“And what do you mean by ‘someone like me?’”

“Oh, you know.  Kind, forward and pretty.”

Noemi gave a giggle before Yeji felt a hand push her head down and ruffle her hair.

“Now who’s slacking?"

Yeji shook her head out of the grip as she rolled her eyes.  “My bad, boss.  Hey!  Maybe I’ll be less distracted if you give me a raise!”

“Sorry.  Service is its own reward.”

Yeji rolled her eyes as Chaeryoung walked away with a new suitcase while Noemi giggled.

“You two are so cute.”

“Hey!  Don’t say that!  Don’t you see she’s slave-driving me here?!”

She gave a full laugh as Yeji shook her head before a ringing sound buzzed from Noemi’s purse.  She answered the phone, quickly assented to whatever the other person was saying and promptly hung up.

“Well, looks like my parents are here.”

“Hey, nice timing!  Unless, you’re waiting on another bag.”

“I- well, I’m not… but… I could convince them that there was a back-up.”

“Nah, don’t keep them waiting, I’m sure they’re super excited to see you!"

Noemi’s face fell slightly as she put her phone away.  “Oh, well, if you say so.”

“Totally!  Go have fun with the fam!  I’m sure you’ll have a blast!”

“R-right.  Well, um, you- Have a good day.  A-and thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem!  You take care.”

Yeji gave a wave as Noemi responded with an awkward bow before hurrying out of the airport.

“Well,” Chaeryoung noted as she arrived right next to Yeji.  “She looked disappointed.”

“Oh come on, we were barely flirting,” Yeji answered with an eye roll as she got up from her spot.  “It’s not like anything serious was gonna come out of it.”

“You never know.  She could’ve been different.”

Yeji gave a sigh as she turned back to Chaeryoung.  “Come on, you know I’m not looking for a relationship.  Why do you always have to nose in on my business anyways?”

“It’s inevitable.  After all, this carousel was designed to keep all things on it moving in a circle.”

Yeji gave a chuckling scoff.  “Shut your smart ass up and give me that bag.  Now, let’s see-”

“CHAERYOUNG!!! YEJI!!! HEEEEELPPPP!!!!”

Both heads turned to the desperate cry as they watched Yuna being chased by five police officers.

“Damn, what d’you think she did?”

“My hypothesis, she was running around screaming like that causing minimal distress to others, but still causing enough of a scene for someone to demand a restoration of order.”

“Yeah, I should’ve figured you’d give me the textbook description.”

“Chaeryoung!  Yeji!”

“Hey!  You two!”

“Dumbass!  Why’d you bring them here?!”

Chaeryoung gave a chuckle as she shook her head.  “Well, looks like we won't be able to continue our work here.”

“Yeah, it was nice working with you Chae.  Please send my check to my direct deposit.”

“Your payment of zero dollars and zero cents has already been confirmed.  Your bank should notify you shortly.”

“Gee thanks.”

“Girls!"

“Well, time to run!”

They scrambled and scattered, hoping to lose the officers in the chaos, but it didn’t take them long to get caught.  Yeji stayed primarily in the baggage claim area as she continued to ride the carousels and taunt the officers that chased her.  Eventually, one snuck up behind her and dragged her to the room they had Lia and Ryujin in.  Chaeryoung was next to follow, primarily trying to blend in with the tourists in the airport souvenir shops.  It was a good plan, but it left her little room to maneuver when the cops found her, which didn't take them long with the anarchist logo on the back of her shirt sticking out like a sore thumb.  It wasn’t until about five minutes after Chaeryoung was caught they finally caught Yuna who seemed to have the stamina to run forever, and probably could have if she hadn't accidentally run straight into an officer who was on break.  Everyone but Lia applauded through their handcuffs at her arrival as she gave a bow and pretended to wipe tears from her eyes.  She managed to get three words of her victory speech out before she was shoved onto the bench next to Lia.  She pouted at the interruption, but soon giggled before turning to her cousin.

“Well, that was fun.”

“Fun!”  Lia seethed as she glared at Yuna.  “Are you crazy!  You’re delinquent, psychopathic friends got us all arrested!”

“Psh.  We didn’t break any laws, this is gonna be a warning at best.  Besides, Chaeryoung’s already on our case and she knows the law better than the cops do.”

“Please, Chaeryoung’s not even high school underclassman yet.  What could she possibly do?”

“One, just because you’re older doesn't mean you should underestimate Chaeryoung and two, Chaeryoung can do a fucking lot!”

“Watch your language Yuna.”

Yuna rolled her eyes as she gave a sigh.  “Why do you always have to be like that?!”

“Like what?”

“Like soooo judgmental of everyone who doesn’t fit your idea of perfect!”

“Because I have to be perfect Yuna!  You know this!  You're part of the same family!  So how did you end up ruining your life and running around with a bunch of hooligans?!”

“Yeah, I feel like I’m all caught up on the rich people drama show now.”

“I’m telling you, riding the baggage carousel was the best fucking idea you’ve ever had.”

Lia gave a scoff as she turned her body back forward.  She may have been forced to share a room with them, but that didn't mean she had to acknowledge they existed.

“I hang out with them because they helped me appreciate the fact that I’m different.”

Lia gave a skeptical scoff as she looked at Yuna before her gaze shifted over to Ryujin.  She stared at her arm, watching as blood trickled down towards her elbow from an untended injury.  She couldn't help wonder how that happened to Ryujin before she remembered seeing Ryujin on the garage floor next to her.  Thinking back, it didn't make sense that Ryujin fell that way unless she had moved to save Lia.  Which, she likely did given that Lia left the garage completely unscathed.

She forced her gaze away from the cut as her cousin placed a hand on her knee.  Lia turned, finding a warm, sincere smile stretching across Yuna's face.

“And I’m hoping they can help you appreciate the fact that you’re different too.”

Chapter 2: Want it

Lia groaned as she flopped onto her bed.

She couldn’t believe that happened but…

No!  She wasn't going to think about it.

After all, there was no point in thinking about how she was detained at the airport because Yuna and her friends were running amok.  That the police then called her parents who were so infuriated at the police for keeping Lia from her flight that they threatened to sue the airport police force.  About the way Yeji laughed and Ryujin smirked at her as she walked out of the room that the police called her parents in.

No, she wasn’t going to think about any of that at all.

She gave a sigh.  At least she finally made it to her hotel.  After all, her parents forced the airport to delay the flight due to the ‘police blunder’ which meant that all of them were able to get on their plane after fifty painful minutes of stewing in her own misery while the others joked and laughed about their latest airport antics.  Maybe that’s why they were acting so smug.

And again, she was not thinking about that!

She rose from her bed.  It was late afternoon and she spent the flight sleeping so she decided that she should try to think of something to do with her free time.  After all, the benefits concert wasn’t until the next night.  That would be plenty of time to create a schedule of sights she’d like to see and activities she’d like to do and-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

She gave a sigh as she opened the door.

“Lia!  We’re having a hotel warming party and you're invited!”

Lia blinked a few times, choosing to blame her immense confusion on her cousin’s obnoxiously erratic behavior and the lingering effects of jet lag.

“I apologize, what?”

“Me, Chaeryoung, Ryujin and Yeji are throwing a party in our, well, in mine and Chaeryoung’s, room, and you're invited!”

Lia nodded her head slowly.  “Okay, but... why?”

“Well, everyone’s invited,” Yuna answered while scratching the back of her head.  “It’s an open house.”

Lia gave a groan.  “Yuna!  Why are you throwing this party?!  Also, do you really want to be at a party with the very same hooligans that nearly got us arrested today?!”

“Hey, it all worked out alright,” Yuna stated with a light chuckle.  “Besides, this is just… how we do things.  And I want you to be there.”

Lia sighed as she leaned against the door frame.  “And why, pray tell, do you want me there?”

“Because you’ve barely given my friends a chance.  You’ve barely given me a chance.  Because I’m sick of you shutting everyone out!”

Lia groaned as she rolled her eyes.  “Why are you so dramatic!  It’s not like I completely cut you off!”

“The only times you ever talk to me is when your leaving town or telling me you’re too busy to talk.”

“And I am busy!”

Yuna immediately tensed before releasing a deep exhale.  “Look, I’m not here to argue with you, just… just think about it.  Please?   I do really miss you.”

“Just… go… I have things I need to do.”

Yuna released a sigh.  “Of course, you do.”

She walked away as a flier fell out of her arms and floated towards Lia.  She looked it over.  An open house with their hotel’s address and the number for the room Yuna and Chaeryoung shared was messily scrawled with simple palm tree designs decorating the sides.

She gave a sigh.  As much as she wished she could say her cousin wasn’t always this way it was impossible to have not foreseen her bubbly cousin would be exactly the way she was now.  The true change wasn’t in Yuna.

But Lia wasn't ready to admit that.

She growled as she crumpled up the flier before throwing it away and flopping on her bed.

She wouldn’t be caught dead at that party.

---

Yuna had to blink ten times and rub her eyes as she welcomed her latest guest to their room.

“I can’t believe you actually came!”

“I…” Lia paused as she looked at Yuna.  From what she had seen of her cousin’s social media she knew Yuna dressed in more masculine attire from time to time, but she had never seen Yuna present herself as such in person.  She wore a black leather jacket over a graphic tee with black joggers and a baseball cap that Yuna had tucked all hair but her bangs under.  Seeing Yuna like this made her realize that she really hadn’t kept up with her cousin that well.

But she couldn’t focus on that right now!  She crossed her arms as she put on her best disapproving scowl.  “I couldn’t sleep with all the ruckus here, so I came to tell you to quiet down.”

“Mmmhmmm,” Yuna hummed while leaning against the door frame.  “And you felt the need to dress up to tell us to shut up?”

Lia blushed as she hugged one of her elbows.  She really should’ve rethought wearing her sequin purple crop top and blue short shorts, but it was too late for regrets now.  “I couldn’t just walk up here not dressed properly.”

“Riiiiiight, well, since you’re here to tell us off, you may as well come inside!”

“Huh? What?!”

The door slammed behind her as Yuna dragged her across the room.

“You really picked an awesome hotel Lia!  As soon as I saw how spacious these rooms were I knew we had to throw a party immediately!”

“Yuna…”

The comment made Lia immediately regret getting a hotel where she did.  They were designed more like studios with a kitchen and counter that was currently serving as a make-shift bar.  The couch was moved close to the balcony window as the table was placed in front of it with Yeji playing beer pong with someone Lia was certain none of them knew.  Lia also knew that there was a small hallway to the side that led to the bedroom and bathroom, but she couldn’t tell what was going on there from her vantage point.  She was also fairly certain she didn’t want to know.

“Anyways, want a drink?!”

Lia’s eyes widened before she pulled back the hand that was holding hers and whispered harshly.  “Yuna!  I’m not old enough to drink!  More importantly, you’re not old enough to drink!”

“Really,” Yuna stated as she grabbed a beer from the counter, opened the can and took a long, thoughtful slurp.  “I must’ve forgotten that.”

“Yuna…”

“Oh chill out Lia!”  Yuna answered as she took a seat at the bar and signaled Lia to sit next to her.  Lia rolled her eyes before accepting the seat.  “Look, I know you’re super spazzed about doing everything right or whatever, but you should really focus on what you want for once.”

“By breaking the law?!”

“Has it ever occurred to you that the law’s not always right?  Like, how can murder be a crime if death row is legal?”

“That’s- There’s a reason…”

Yuna gave a chuckle as she handed Lia a booze.

“That’s the problem with our society.  Chaeryoung said it’s the Euthyphro Problem.  Whatever the law says is right is right, and they can create as many loopholes as they want to ensure that they can do whatever they want.”

“That’s-!”  Lia stopped herself and took a deep breath.  “Look, even if that’s the case that doesn’t mean we should just break every rule our society has!”

“We're not breaking every rule.  I guarantee you neither me nor any of my friends have murdered anyone.”

“Look, that’s not the point!” Lia shouted with a groan.  “The point is that the rules are there for a reason, and none of this makes up for you and your delinquent friends forcing our flight to stay fifty minutes late because you just felt like it!”

“Hey, the cops were the ones who kept us late.”

“Because you were breaking the rules!”

“What rules did we break?”

“You… uh… well…. Look that doesn’t matter!  It was stupid and reckless and someone could’ve gotten hurt!”

“Like Ryujin?”

Lia immediately froze up at the name as she gripped the beer can tightly.

“She shouldn’t have been on that car.”

“You could’ve been nicer to her you know.”

Lia’s teeth gritted as her fingers pushed the aluminum inward.

“She's the whole reason everything went wrong yesterday!”

“Uh, wrong!  I stole your ticket.  I ran off with it across the airport, and, if it weren’t for Ryujin, you would’ve had no ticket.  Then you would've had to ask customer service about printing you a new one which would've probably led to you missing your flight.”

Yuna gave a sigh as she took another sip of her beer.  “Look, I know we all got off on the wrong foot yesterday so I propose a deal.”

Lia turned as she quirked an eyebrow.

“I’m listening.”

Yuna took a final sip of the beer then crushed the can.  “If you just spend this one night getting to know my friends then I promise we will leave you alone for the rest of the trip.”

“Oh please,” Lia huffed with a roll of her eyes.  “You’re right next door to me in the same hotel.  There’s no way you’d ever actually be able to give me peace.”

“I’ll have us all check out tomorrow and find a different hotel.”

Lia quirked an eyebrow.  “What are the conditions?”

“During this party you have to spend at least thirty minutes getting to know each of my friends.”

“Make it ten.”

“Twenty.”

“fif-“

“I’m not going lower than twenty.  Take it or leave it.”

Lia huffed as she calculated the time frame.  Between Yuna’s three friends it would be a full hour of playing nice with her cousin’s little delinquent crew.  A full hour!

But…

If Yuna was being honest, which, as far as she could tell, Yuna usually was, then she would only have to deal with her vagabond posse for an hour.

Sure, they were leaving the day after tomorrow, but with check out at eleven, that would give her the majority of the day plus a full night’s sleep without having to worry about any of them giving her grief.

“So, what’d you decide?”

Lia released a sigh before giving her cousin a stern look.  “You promise that, after I mingle with your… friends… you promise you’ll leave me alone?”

“Hussey’s honor!”

Lia gave Yuna a skeptical look.  Something about those words and the fact that Yuna had one hand over her heart with the other raised in a Vulcan salute made it difficult for her to believe this was anything more than a joke.

“Yuna…”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a cupcake in my eye!”

Lia huffed as she grabbed the beer can and moved away.  “Fine, I’ll do it.  Just try not to embarrass yourself further with any more ridiculous pop culture references.”

“Lia, wait-!”

Lia paused as she turned back to Yuna who gave her a sheepish look.

“I… Are you okay?  I mean, with… you know… me…”

Yuna let the comment die as she hugged one of her knees on the bar stool.

Lia gave a smile.  “Is this a day for he series pronouns?”

Yuna’s eyes widened before he scratched his head sheepishly.  “I… I didn’t think you paid attention.”

“Like I’m gonna miss when my baby cousin comes out as gender fluid on Twitter,” she answered with a smile that died slowly.    “How’re Subin and Hyunsik about it.”

Yuna gave a sigh before turning back with a soft smile.  “I mean, they don’t know my social media information, and I... think it’s better that way.”

“I…”

Lia paused as she suddenly felt small.

“Hey, like you said, we come from the same family so… I know.  I just want to make sure you know you’re not alone.  That I’m here for you.  And I know my friends will support you to.”

Lia avoided Yuna's gaze as she looked at the beer can in her hand.  She cracked it open, took a huge slurp and immediately gagged.

“How do you handle this stuff?!”

“Lots’a practice Lia.”

Lia rolled her eyes before turning away.  “Well, enjoy your evening.  I’ll let you know my verdict in an hour.”

“Feel free to take your time!”

Lia rolled her eyes as she walked forward.  Ryujin would be last.  There was no way that she was mentally or emotionally ready for the roller coaster that talking to Ryujin was sure to be, so... she would put that off for now.  Which, it seemed like the universe agreed with her since she couldn’t find Ryujin anywhere, making that an easy encounter to procrastinate on.  That left Yeji and Chaeryoung.

Yeah, Chaeryoung would be the best person to talk to first.

Which, suited Lia just fine since she would be an important figure in her run for student body president and it would be best to be on her good side.  She gave a relieved sigh at the ease with which she found Chaeryoung who was sitting on the couch, sipping on a beer while talking to someone.  Lia started her timer, straightened her crop top, and gave a relaxing exhale before she finally approached.

“Hello there Chaeryoung.  Do you mind if I take a seat?”

Chaeryoung’s eyes went wide as she immediately scooted over.  “Not at all!  It’s wonderful to see you here!  I know Yuna said he wasn’t sure you would make it, but I’m sure he was elated to see you.”

Lia couldn’t help but blush as she took a seat.  “I honestly wasn’t expecting such a warm reception.  But thank you for it.”

“Of course!”  Chaeryoung answered with a bright smile.  “You’re someone Yuna cares a lot about, which means I’m going to look out for you with him.”

Lia was certain her blush deepened as she took another sip of her booze.  She grimaced at the taste, but hopefully it would help detract her from her overwhelming embarrassment.

“So, you really think that we should abolish the prison system?”

“Of course,” Chaeryoung answered with a slight nod.  “After all, what sense does it make to address crimes by doing more violence?”

“I mean, sure, the prison system isn’t great, but, surely there’s some way we could reform it.”

Chaeryoung took a sip of her beer before leaning forward.  “I suppose.  What do you propose is what needs fixing in the prison system?”

“Well,” the man scratched at his stubbly beard as he thought.  “I mean, it’s ridiculous how long a person can be charged for a drug crime.  So, maybe if the government decided to not criminalize drugs things wouldn’t be so bad.”

“But there are some crimes where prison is necessary?”

“Do you really that no crime is punishable?  I mean, what happens if someone murders someone?”

“You know, in Spain, if someone commits homicide they are only imprisoned for seven years.”

“No way.”

“I’m absolutely serious,” Chaeryoung stated with a slight smile.  “Mass incarceration is one of our nation’s greatest crises.  This nation has more people in prison than any other country in the world.  Do we really think our country has more criminals than everywhere else?”

“I mean, definitely not, but at least some of them deserve to be there right?”

“Honestly, the question isn’t who deserves to be in prison, but is prison the best way to address crime in our society?”

“Well, what other alternative is there?”

Chaeryoung took another sip of her beer as she placed it on the table.  “We could move the funds used for the prison system to invest in resources to help people in need.  This way, instead of devoting resources to mass incarceration because we need to fill up all the prisons that have been built, we can focus our resources on preventing crimes from being committed in the first place.”

“Hm… I guess, but-”

“Hey!”  Another man showed up as he grabbed the hands of Chaeryoung's latest student.  “Come on, you promised me a dance and my favorite song just came on!”

“Alright, alright,” the man chuckled as he rose from his spot.  “Thanks for the conversation.”

“Of course.  Check out my podcast!”

He gave a wave before the newcomer, who Lia presumed was his boyfriend, dragged the man into the miniature crowd.

“You have some really interesting ideas.”

“I suppose that’s one way to describe them,” Chaeryoung answered with a slight giggle.  “Surprise you?”

“To be quite frank, yes.  I heard that both your parents are corporate lawyers.  How did you come to adopt the views you have?”

Chaeryoung gave a sigh as she reached back for her beer.  “My parents wanted me to be a lawyer just like them and had me studying it for as long as I can remember.  Truth be told, it was difficult for me.  Many would’ve said, and would still say, that it was due to my age, but that never felt like that was the real issue.  What was the real issue is what the law represents itself as.  We believe that the law is supposed to be some eternal and objective statute, but laws are created by people, who are neither eternal nor objective.   No matter how reasonable a law may be, it can never truly be fairly upheld because it is an ideology that requires a human’s judgment.  So, I started finding essays on what would make sense, and then I found it.”

“And that is?”

“Anarchy.”

Lia quirked an eyebrow as she eyed the beer in Chaeryoung’s hand.  “Um, should I be concerned that you may have had too much to drink?”

“That is the typical reaction, however, anarchy is actually an intricate political theory that largely gets misconstrued as absolute chaos.”

“How would it not be chaos?!  You want to overthrow the government!”

“So did the revolutionaries that created this country,” Chaeryoung smirked as she circled a finger around her beer can.  “Fascinating how a country that was founded by a rebel army would be so reticent of anyone advocating for a better system.  Perhaps it’s because they have to believe that their forefathers won by divine providence due to the rightness of their cause.  Perhaps they fear the people who voice differing opinions since our own history shows that a rebellion force can be successful.  Whatever the case, these ideas are terrifying to many, so they get twisted and redistributed as a monstrous theory that would leave the world in a state of absolute disrepair.”

Lia gave a hum as she leaned back.  “But… isn’t a government necessary in order to ensure order?”

“Perhaps, though, if so, then to what extent would we need the government?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, did you come to this party at the behest of some authority figure?”

“Psh, of course not!  I came because-!”  Lia stopped herself before she twiddled her thumbs over the beer can in her hands.  “Well… it’s complicated.”

“Even so, you made a decision.  And Yuna may have influenced that decision, but he couldn’t exert power over you to force you to make this decision.”

“I still don’t think it would ever work.”

“These ideas are different from what we’re used to.  I’m not expecting anyone to adopt them overnight.  Just to think about what would be the first sign that we lived in a perfect world.”

“And no government is one of them?”

“Laws are made with the assumption that people are inherently looking for opportunities to harm others.”

Lia took a swig of her beer before she grimaced.  “I think I understand why Yuna drinks now.  Talking with you can be quite the ordeal.”

Chaeryoung gave a laugh.  “I get that a lot.”

“But, why run for student government if you think no government is the way to an ideal world?”

“Well, why do you think I ran for treasurer instead of president?”

Lia moved to respond but immediately shut her mouth again.  Why did Chaeryoung run for treasurer?  President looks better on resumes, which was the primary reason Lia was hoping to campaign for it in the upcoming year.  Sure, most others ran before their upper classman years, but… better late than never, right?  Not that Chaeryoung would have had to worry about Lia or anyone else for competition since she had a knack for politics that won her treasurer in the biggest upset in school history, beating a junior during her sixth grade year with a 68% popularity vote.  It was a major controversy as to whether a 'middle schooler' could even run for treasurer, but their school dismissed the case.  They attended a K-12 academy and whoever got the position got it because they would attend to the needs of all the students there and not just those in their age bracket.  Most people assumed that everyone younger than the high school grades wouldn’t even bother voting, which turned into a major game changer for future politics in their school as a whole.  It was incredible and she's maintained her position since!

But that probably would’ve also been true for president and, if not, she had been in student government for long enough that people would likely vote for her on that position now… so…

“Why did you run for treasurer?”

Chaeryoung took a sip of her beer as she sat just as poised as she would be if she were being interviewed by the school’s principal.

“You know what kind of economy we live in right?”

“You mean a capitalist one?”

“Exactly.  And what do we know about capitalism?”

"Well…” Lia stalled.  She took a sip of her beer as she hoped that her mediocre high school knowledge would be enough to impress the most brilliant mind of their time.  “Capitalism is an economic theory where access to resources is determined by the ability to provide the necessary monetary price in order to claim it.”

“And what kind of resources can you obtain?”

Lia paused.  Should she take another sip of her beer?  Would she risk getting too buzzed to be coherent and end up embarrassing herself irreparably?  But, how long could she stall without seeming like she was completely oblivious to such a ubiquitous topic?  She sat back as she poised herself.  Maybe if she acted confident enough, Chaeryoung would be convinced that she knew what she was talking about.  “I mean, I suppose you could really buy anything if you have the money for it.”

“Exactly!  And that’s exactly why I chose to run for treasurer.”

“So that you can decide what money gets spent on?”

“It’s more than what money gets spent on.  Having money in and of itself is a symbol of power.  Money is time and time is movement.  When you control the money you control the direction in which the school is going to move in.”

“But doesn’t the whole council have to decide how the school funds get used?”

“Yes, but I safeguard the funds to make sure they get used equitably.  You have no idea how many times those bastards will try to cut the women’s swim team funds to bolster funds for the boy’s fencing team.  The title only means as much as the school allows it to though.  What’s most important is getting as many students on your side as possible and be transparent about what’s going on.  Student council may have the title to claim power over the others, but the masses can put pressure on their power.”

“That almost sounds like blackmail.”

“Perhaps.  But at least this way, everyone has a say in what happens in the school.  People don’t need representatives.  They need advocates.”

Lia tilted her head slightly as she looked at Chaeryoung.  She forced her gaze to her hands so that she wouldn’t be caught staring as she thought through what was just said.  She was used to people claiming to represent her telling her that they were making decisions for her best interest, and maybe that’s why she was dissatisfied with them.  Because they claimed to represent her needs without actually speaking to them.  Is that what she really wanted?  Was an advocate?

BE-BE-BEEP BE-BE-BEEP

“Looks like time’s up.”

“Unfortunately, so,” Lia answered with a pout.  “Wait a minute, you know what my alarm was set for?!”

“Of course,” Chaeryoung answered with a soft chuckle.  “You really think Yuna wouldn’t hound us about trying to set up a chance for us to get to know you better?  He really tore into Ryujin about needing to be on her best behavior.”

“And that vagrant deserved it,” Lia answered with a huff.  “And what about your other friend, Yeji?”

“You don’t have to worry about either of them as long as you keep your insults to yourself.”

"I..." Lia gave a sigh as she took a drink from her beer.  “I apologize.  Truly, I just…”

She leaned back as she exhaled all the air from her lungs.

“There really is no excuse for my behavior towards them, is there?”

“Even if you had an excuse,” Chaeryoung responded softly as she took a sip of her beer.  “That wouldn’t be sufficient enough to be considered a viable reason.”

“I know I just-” She took a shaky breath as she looked around at the crowd.  Cramped bodies were grinding against each other by the necessity of the small space they were confined to.  It was almost as if they were living the experience of being stifled by society, as they refused to be fully contained, regardless of how they would bump and brush into each other.  The smell of alcohol was heavy in the air and she was certain she could also smell weed drifting over the haze.

“I don’t want to imagine what my parents would do if they knew I was socializing with people like them.”

She cupped the beer can in her hands as if that were the last life preserver that she could cling to in the sea of uncertainty.  She really wasn't looking forward to meeting her parents at the benefits concert.  After all, they were bound to give her an earful about the airport incident.  If they found out about this-

A hand rested on her shoulder.

“I know that has to be hard,” Chaeryoung stated as she offered a soft smile.  “Just know, that this is a safe space, and none of us will coerce or pressure you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with.  How you engage in this party is completely up to you.”

Lia gave a sigh before she returned the smile.  “Thank you, Chaeryoung.  I truly appreciate your support.”

“It’s always available,” she stated as she leaned back on the couch.  “Who are you thinking of seeing next?”

“Probably Yeji,” Lia answered in a resigned tone.  “To be quite frank, I don’t think I can handle seeing Ryujin quite yet.”

“Fair enough,” Chaeryoung stated.  “If you’re looking for Yeji, you’ll be heading for the eye of the storm.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means,” Chaeryoung giggled which caused a pit of dread to settle in Lia’s gut.  “That Yeji’s likely in the middle of that huge mess over there.”

Lia’s eyes went wide as she pointed to the ocean of people before looking back at Chaeryoung who was sporting an oversized grin.

“Yep.  I don’t know how many other people you know who like to party, but Yeji is the epitome of a party animal if I’ve ever seen one.”

Lia gave a groan as she slid from her spot on the couch.  “How am I supposed to find her?”

“The same way that you get through any other challenge.  You just push your way through.”

Lia sat up as she gave a gulp.  Why did there have to be so many people there?!

“Are you going to be okay?”

Lia squared up her shoulders as she sat as erectly as possible.  There was no way she was going to let her baby cousin’s little teenager party scare her.

“Of course!”

She stood up, gave a deep exhale and sent a wary gaze back to Chaeryoung.  “If I don’t make it back, please knock some sense into my baby cousin about tricking me into engaging in his juvenile social gatherings.”

“Would you like me to tell him that verbatim, or would you rather I paraphrase?”

Lia gave a sigh.  Chaeryoung was just too smart for everyone’s good.  “Whichever seems to be better in the situation.”

“Request noted,” Chaeryoung answered with a slight smile.  “Have fun.”

Lia turned back towards the crowd.  How was she supposed to find Yeji in all of that?!  After all, many of the people there were college students, which brought to mind their own list of concerns since Yuna was far too young to be consorting with anyone old enough to be attending a higher education facility.  And if any person there dared to touch her baby cousin she swore that- Wait, was that Yeji?!

She squinted her eyes harder as she scanned the crowd before watching an iconic blue dragon wave in the air with pitch black hair that could be seen flailing wildly around it.  That had to be her!

She instinctively gulped down the rest of her beer, placed the empty can on the nearby table and gave a deep inhale.

“EXCUSE ME!!!”

She shouted over the music as she became part of a human pinball machine, bouncing from one person to the next as she pushed and spun off of all the bodies that seemed completely oblivious to her struggle.  She ended up stumbling backwards until she fell on top of someone.

“Oh my gosh!  I’m so sorry!”

The girl just laughed as she seemed to be in no hurry to get up.  “S’alright!  It happens!”

Lia got up and brushed herself off, as she continued to scan the crowd.

“Looking for someone?!”

“Yeah!”  Lia yelled back.  She was beginning to become more and more aware of the fact that she hated these kinds of parties.  If she had to yell to get any kind of conversation going, it was going to grate on her nerves.  “Have you seen a girl with black hair and a dragon tattoo on her arm?!”

“Uh, right here!”

Lia turned around, still sitting on the ground was a laughing Yeji who seemed to not realize that her presence on the floor presented a serious trample hazard.

“Yeji!”

Lia immediately helped her up as Yeji continued to laugh.

“Ah, I was wondering when the baby cos was gonna come visit me!”

“Excuse me?!  I’m the older cousin!”

“Ah, but you’d make a better baby cousin than Yuna!  You’re so small and precious!”

“Excuse ME?!?!”

Yeji gave another laugh before she gave a wave.  “Sorry!  I’ll stop!  I promise!  Well... maybe!  After all, I’m definitely tipsy right now!  I really mean no offense though!  Sorry!”

Lia gave a sigh as she shook her head.  She should’ve known to expect Yeji in this state given what Chaeryoung said.  Of course, she was surprised that Yeji was only tipsy, but she supposed that that was probably due to Yuna’s influence.

“Hey!  You wanna go to the bar?!”

“Are you kidding?!”  Lia blurted.  “You’re already tipsy!  Not to mention, you’re also underage!”

“So are the fucking majority of people here!”  Yeji shouted with a laugh.  “Besides, I was more asking for you!”

“I have no intention of getting drunk!”

“You don’t have to!  But would you rather stay here?!”

“No!”

“Then let’s go to the bar to talk!”

Lia gave a sigh before Yeji tugged her arm.  She couldn’t help but be impressed with the way that Yeji deftly slid through all the bodies, seeming to cause minimal disturbances to everyone dancing.  It must have been a practiced skill.  Like drinking alcohol apparently was.

“Alright,” Yeji sighed as she sank into a bar stool before cracking open another beer can.  “It’s still loud, but at least now we don’t have to fucking shout at each other.”

“Are you seriously going to get yourself completely drunk?!  You could get in serious trouble for that!”

“I’ve gotten in worse trouble for lesser things,” Yeji waved off nonchalantly as she spun in the bar stool.  “Though I suppose I ought to set it aside for now.  After all, if you wanna talk, it might be better if I’m not completely shit-faced.”

Lia gave a sigh as she shook her head.  “I’m glad you at least have some sense right now.”

“Hey, I always have sense!  Like, I had the sense to know that I’d be the second person you’d come and talk to.  ‘Course, that’s nothing special.  After all, everyone fucking knew you’d talk to Chaeryoung first and Ryujin last.  At least, everyone but Ryujin.”

“When did she think I’d talk to her?”

“Honestly,” Yeji drawled as her face took on a somber expression for the first time that night.  “She was convinced you wouldn’t bother talking to her at all.”

“I…” Lia paused as she turned to look at the bar, focusing in on the pattern of the grain.  “It’s not like that.”

“You see, that’s what we tried to tell Ryujin,” Yeji stated with a pointed finger.  “Sure, you both got off on the wrong foot, but ultimately you each don’t know anything about each other.  It’ll be better, though I’m sure she’ll be surprised to see you.  She probably thinks you dipped on the party.”

"Yeah..." Lia gave a sigh as she turned towards Yeji.  "I feel like I owe you an apology.  I wasn’t very welcoming to you or Ryujin yesterday.”

“Meh, that was yesterday.  Honestly, we were pretty surprised that Yuna wanted us to come with on this cousin’s trip or whatever.  When he told us about it we were all stoked for him.  I mean, you haven’t actually spent time together in… well… we all knew it had been a fucking while.”

Lia gave a bitter laugh as she shook her head.  “Of course, Yuna told all of you everything.”

“He didn’t really tell us much actually.  Just that he always follows you on social media cuz he worries about you and that he really loves you.  Beyond that, he said that everything else was your business.”

Tears welled in Lia's eyes as she immediately wiped them away before pointing to Yeji’s beer.  “Is there another one of those I can have.”

“Here, take as much as you need.”

Lia chugged the booze as she fixated on the bitter taste that would push away the pointless flashbacks that invaded her mind every time she slipped.  She grimaced as she shook her head before handing the empty can back to Yeji.

“Need another?”

Lia shook her head, face still contorted with disgust at the fluid’s taste before she turned away.  “No.  Well... maybe.”

“Well let me know.  It's what I'm here for.”

“What?” Lia answered with a slight smile.  “Illegally distributing alcohol to minors?”

“No!... Well, sometimes,” Yeji responded with a friendly smile.  “But… well… we all need someone who's gonna help us out.  And sometimes, we need a way to get rid of all the worries fucking our lives.  And the alcohol can help with that.”

Lia gave a giggle as her head began to feel lighter and heavier at the same time.  She was certain it was due to the beer, but she wasn’t sure if the beer was also causing her to be so indifferent towards the new symptoms.

“I think I know what you mean.”

“Well, there’s more where that came from if you want it,” Yeji announced with a giggling smile as she handed Lia another beer.  “Nothing but to drown your troubles and dance your life away.”

Lia gave a laugh as she clanked her beer can against Yeji’s.

“Sounds like the dream.”

She wasn’t sure how many drinks later it was.  One?  Two?  Ten?  Eventually, everything became a blur as Yeji dragged her back into the crowd to dance.  She remembered grinding against someone whose face she knew she wouldn’t be able to recognize after the night ended.  She remembered screaming her lungs out as she tried to sing along to a that she was sure she didn't actually know any of the lyrics to.  She remembered Yeji taking another shot after a game of beer pong and Lia cheering along with her as she fell off the couch.

Then she remembered seeing someone outside on the balcony.  She remembered opening the door only to stumble through the door frame.

She remembered falling into her arms.

She looked so beautiful with the starlight decorating her chestnut hair as an expression of surprise was etched across her face.  She remembered slurring out words as she hugged the woman tighter.  She remembered the woman pushing her away and shaking her as she spoke loudly and slowly for Lia’s drunken brain to understand, to which Lia just giggled and smiled.

She remembered the woman walking away and her grabbing her arm.  She remembered the woman sitting down and she sprawled all over her lap.  She remembered taking the woman's joint and giving it a drag before coughing profusely right after.

She remembered the next parts all too clearly.  It was everything she had always wanted, yet everything she was convinced she could never have.

She remembered their lips meeting.  Her fingers tangled in the woman’s hair, as the woman’s hand cupped her jaw.  She remembered biting the woman’s lower lip as she looked into the woman's eyes.  She remembered the woman’s tongue diving into her mouth as she moaned against the woman’s lips.  She remembered it like fireworks, explosive and colorful as the dull thrum of the music from inside the hotel melded with the red and blue lights that sparked in her vision and sent sirens ringing in her ears.

She remembered this moment all too well.

Which is exactly why it would be the moment she’d wish she could forget the most.

Chapter 3: Icy

The first thing she realized when she woke up was that her head felt like someone had detached it from her body just to smash it against the concrete before giving it back.

Why in the world did her head hurt so horrendously?!

She remembered getting to her hotel and making plans to spend the rest of the day exploring the city.

Or, at least, she planned to do that until Yuna showed up at her door.

That’s right, Yuna.  She threw a party.  A party with alcohol.  And Lia talked to Chaeryoung.  Then she talked to Yeji.  Then drank some more beer and then-

She paused as her eyes went wide and her hands moved to her hair.

She kissed Ryujin!  As in, Shin Ryujin!  As in, that delinquent who had completely ruined her life in the whole twenty-four hours she had known her, Ryujin!

She kissed Ryujin?!

Her hands began to tear at her hair as the memories flooded back.  It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a full blown make-out session.  A make-out session!  With Shin Ryujin!  What in the world possessed her to-

She heard laughing outside her door.  Why was she hearing laughter outside her door!  She wasn’t sharing a room with anyone!  Who dared to break into her room?!

She groaned as she rushed out of her bed.  Her head spun with every slight movement she made, but she couldn’t let that stop her.  No force on Earth was going to prevent her from unleashing her ire on Ryujin, and if that vagabond had the audacity to break into her room she swore she would-

She threw the door open where there, sitting on the couch in front of her, was Shin Ryujin.

“Hey princess.”

Lia immediately tensed.  “Shin Ryujin, what are you doing in my room?!”

“Ugh, do you gotta be so loud?”

Lia immediately moved her head in the direction of the voice.  “Yuna?!”

“Shit, Lia, pipe down!”

She turned to the voice that was next to Ryujin.  “Yeji?!”

“And I’m here to,” Chaeryoung answered in a soft voice as she sipped a cup of what Lia assumed had to be coffee based on the scent in the air.  “Just so that’s not a surprise.”

“Why is everyone in my room?!”

The room gave a collective groan as Lia had to hold her head in her hands.  Being this angry with this big of what she knew must’ve been a hangover was more difficult than juggling bowling balls.

“Fucking chill princess,” Ryujin answered with her expression returning to the familiar indifferent expression Lia had known her for.  “This isn’t even your room.”

“What are you talking about?!”  Lia responded, straining to keep her irritation from raising her volume.  “Also, why is your hair pink?!”

“I lost a bet.”

“Hwang Yeji, Beer Pong Champion Extreme.”

“Psh, as if Yeji,” Ryujin replied as Yeji continued to do victory gestures to an imaginary crowd.  “I didn’t even play you in beer pong last night.”

“You didn’t?”  Yeji immediately paused as she thought it through.  “You know, that does make sense.  You never were one for party games.”

“Okay, I don’t care anymore!”  Lia announced in the quietest irritated voice she could manage.  “Just, when did you have the time to do it?  As a matter of fact, what time is it now?”

“3:47.”

“WHAAAAAT?!?!?!”

They all collectively groaned as Lia held her head tight.

“I need to get ready!  I’m already running late!”

“Oh, before you go, take this.”

Yeji tossed a bottle to Lia.  It bounced out of her fingers as she tried to catch it, making the rattling of the contents inside feel like someone was blowing up fire crackers in her ears.

“My bad.”

Lia grimaced as she picked up the bottle of ibuprofen.

“It should help,” Yeji stated casually.  “Ryujin bought it for you.”

“Shut the fuck up Yeji.”

She hit Yeji’s shoulder who continued to laugh as Lia watched in uncertainty before shaking herself out of the trance.

“I don’t have time for your idiocy I’m going to be late!”

She ran out of the room and slammed the door leaving Yeji and Yuna groaning at the sound.

“I don’t know how she can function right now,” Yuna stated with a groan.

“Ditto, but I don’t think I envy her.  I like having the option to not function during a hangover.”

“Lucky you.”

Yeji gave her Cheshire grin at Ryujin’s remark.  “Hey, you didn’t even get drunk.  Besides, you chose to take the fall to save ‘the princess.’”

“Fuck off Yeji, I’m blaming you for that shit.  Seriously, how many drinks did you give her?”

“Hell if I know, but it must’ve been the right amount if it got her to loosen up.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes as she leaned back.

“You’re not the one going to a court intervention.”

Yuna gave a groan.  “Ugh, right.  How are you and I the only ones who got in trouble for last night?”

“The hotel room was in your mom’s name.”

“And the rest of us knew better than to pipe up to the cops.”

Yuna gave a groan as she rolled on the couch.  “I should’ve known this would be a bad idea.”

“Damn straight.”

Yeji hit Ryujin before turning to Yuna.  “’Kay, so it may not have worked out the best but its not like any of us had any other ideas.  ‘Sides, she did start to open up a little bit to us.”  She turned a cheeky grin to Ryujin, “or a lot to one of us.”

Ryujin hit Yeji again as Yuna gave a sigh.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” Chaeryoung stated as she moved to sit next to Yuna.  “The fact that she showed up and did talk to us shows that she does want to make the effort.  She just perceives barriers being in the way.”

“That’s her problem,” Ryujin stated as she rose from her spot and stretched.  “And as boring as this conversation has been I need to start heading.”

“Aw, but Ryuuuuuujiiiiiin~”

“Sorry squirt.”

“I’m still taller than you!”

“Whatever.  See you all around.”

She left the room as Yuna gave a sigh.

“Man, why is she always like that?”

“No offense Yuna, but you make it too easy for Ryujin to be that way.  After all,” Yeji reached over to pinch Yuna’s cheek.  “You’re too fun to tease.”

“Ah! Wah!  Hey!  Yeji!”

Yeji laughed as Chaeryoung rolled her eyes at the antics.

“Anyways, I’m gonna head to.”

“What!  No!  Yeji!”

“Fuck, Yuna, stop being so loud.”

“Soooorry~ I just don’t want you to leave!”

“Oh chill.  I can’t stay here all day.  I’ve got a hangover to deal with and a city to check out.  I’ll let you know how it goes.”

Yeji winked as Yuna scrambled towards the couch Yeji was on.

“No wait, Yeji!”

“Have fun!”

Yeji closed the door as Yuna groaned.

“Why does Yeji always have to be like that?”

“Is claiming the victim status to everyone in our friend group for their typical behaviors your way of trying to gain attention?”

“That’s totally unfair Chaeryoung!  After all, none of the rest of you are on hotel arrest for hosting a party!”

“That was a rather unfortunate turn of events.  At least, unfortunate for you.”

Yuna rose up from the couch to pout at Chaeryoung.  “You’re mean.”

“You don’t mean that.  I know you love me.”

“I really doooooo~”

Chaeryoung shook her head and laughed at Yuna’s whiney voice.  “What am I supposed to do with you Yuna?”

“Hell if I know, you’re the smart one.  And if you don’t know then we’re both royally screwed.”

Chaeryoung laughed again as she took another sip of her coffee.

“Did you make some for me too?”

Chaeryoung handed her cup to Yuna who immediately took a sip and gagged.

“Holy hell Chae!  How do you do your coffee black?!”

“It’s an acquired taste.”

“Wait-!”

Chaeryoung rose from her spot as she stretched.

“Chae, don’t leave me too!”

“I apologize, but I was only staying until I finished my coffee.  Of course, now that you’ve relieved me of that burden I should get going.  After all, Yeji mentioned there’s a city for us to explore, and I intend to make the most of it.”

“But Chaaaaaeryoooooouung~”

“You’ll be fine Yuna,” Chaeryoung stated objectively.  “Just come up with some way to entertain yourself.  The day will be over before you know it.”

Yuna pouted before she gave a sigh.

“Alright, fine.  But only because I love you.”

“I know you do.”

Yuna rolled her eyes as Chaeryoung made her exit.

“Have a good day.”

The door closed as Yuna was left alone.

“Bye.”

Yuna stared up at the ceiling.  She had hoped at least Chaeryoung would’ve stayed with her, though she knew in reality that wouldn’t be the case.  Of course, she wouldn’t have complained if Yeji stayed instead, but she knew her friends better than that.  None of them could stay in one spot.

Well, actually, all of them but her and Yeji could sit still.  She knew Chaeryoung and Lia could if they needed to and Ryujin could if she wanted to, but she knew that wasn’t likely to work in her favor.  After all Lia always scheduled her life away to give reason to never being around.  Chaeryoung was similar, but instead she always had her life scheduled away so anytime she didn’t need to sit still she took the opportunity not to. Then there was Ryujin, but she was basically like that cat that would cuddle with you one moment only to ditch you as soon as you thought they were beginning to like you.

It didn’t help that Ryujin had an intervention to go to.

Yuna snickered at the thought.  It was totally nice of Ryujin to cover for Lia.  Maybe a little too nice but she’d save that thought for later.  Right now, she needed to figure out what she would do now that she was on hotel arrest.  Her parents threw a fit when the hotel called about delinquent behavior happening in a hotel reserved in their name, though she felt like they shouldn’t have been surprised.

Sucks for them there was only so much they could do over the phone.

She snickered at the thought before it slowly died into a sigh.

She was stuck in the hotel.

Sure, she could try to leave, but she doubted she’d get very far.  When her parents say they’re hiring a security guard to keep her from disobeying their orders, she knew they were serious.  Best not to dwell on those experiences.

She groaned as she rose from the couch.

“IIIIIII’MMM BOOOOOOOOOOORED!!!!!!!!!”

There was no response as she pouted at the hall. She rose up from the couch as she decided to pace aimlessly.  Her room was a mess, which was obvious given the previous night’s events.  She was also expected to clean it up as part of her punishment with room service being told to not bother until after she left.

Yuna hated cleaning.

She gave a sigh as she went to the restroom and looked in the mirror.  Her reflection looked just as horrendous as her room did.

She gave a sigh before going back to her room to shuffle through her luggage.  Yeji picked on her for having so much of it, claiming that she packed more clothes for two days than she had in her closet, but Yuna brushed her off.  After all, one never knows when they needed a surprise change.

She pulled out some hair dye that she had been saving for a while before she grinned.

She could make this day work.

---

Ryujin fidgeted with her hands as she stood in the courthouse.  She really wanted to pull out a joint just to spite the damned place, but she had more sense than to do something like that right now.  She didn’t need to be detained abroad on a trip that was meant to be less than 48 hours.

She wasn’t that stupid.

Course that was an arguable statement.  Especially after the previous night’s events.

Best not to think about that now.

It was stupid.

She took a deep inhale in before letting a deep exhale out.  It felt empty without the smoke, but at least the behavior was the same.

Maybe that’s what made people think she was addicted.

She swore she could stop whenever she wanted, but there was something cathartic about the feel of it all.  Her hands felt empty without a joint in it.  Her breath felt empty without the smoke on it.  Without breathing in the toxins, letting them live in her soul for a moment, and then pushing them out.  It felt calming somehow, knowing that no matter how many toxins she inhales They would leave on her breath as they floated to the sky.  After all, the world was toxic, whether it was from a joint, pollution or just the people around her.  The smoke leaving her breath was just a visual reminder of that.  That one could push the toxicity out.  She knew in reality some toxins always remained, but that’s just life.

The world marks you, whether you like it or not.

She took another deep breath as she breathed in, then breathed out.  She was told by one of her old guidance counselors that deep breathing was a calming technique, which made her wonder why smoking was such a big fucking deal.  It just forced her to engage in a calming technique after all.  Like, take care of your mental health, but not if it’ll wreck your body in forty years or whatever.

People made no fucking sense.

Just like Lia made no fucking sense.

Just like those dumbasses sitting next to her made no fucking sense.

She knew they must’ve been law students or whatever.  All attending this hearing/intervention/shit show for some credit or something.  Didn’t they have more better things to do than watch a teenage girl play nice with the powerful people?

Probably not.

TING

Ryujin’s eyes immediately opened as she pulled out her phone.  A notification showed up on her Instagram as New Story from Hip Hop Hussey was announced at the top of her screen.  She couldn’t help but smirk.

This had to be good.

She went ahead and played the video, not bothering to put in headphones.  After all, she had to give those law students something worthwhile to write about.

What’s up Hussies?!

The people surrounding her immediately perked at the sound as they scribbled furiously in their notebooks.

Today I brought in a very special guest.  Please welcome, Real-Life Barbie!

Ryujin shook her head as the screen cut to reveal a blonde Yuna.  Poor kid.  She thought Chaeryoung would stay with her, just to make sure Yuna didn’t go absolutely insane from forced isolation, but it looks like that didn’t work out.  At least she wasn't tearing down the walls right now.

Today I brought Hussey to my summer home cuz some bitches decided to abandon her after some mishap the night before.  Not that I’m judging or anything.

Ryujin shook her head as she stifled a snicker.  This kid.

Anyways, as you know, I live in the households of millions of girls, boys, adults, and senior citizens.  Again, no judgment, but some of you are dirty as shit.  Like, seriously!  Would it kill you to throw away that tuna sandwich that’s under your bed?  It’s right next to my 48^th weekend home.

Also, I need to complain for a minute cuz I am fucking tired.  I mean, this is the first break I’ve had in ages.  Seriously, do any of you know how hard it is to be a doctor, a vet, a lawyer, an astronaut, and a college professor while still making sure Ken stops snooping around my house to steal my clothes!  Yeah, that leather jacket he wears?  That’s mine.  You really think a deadbeat like Ken could afford that shit!  Nuh uh!  All he does is drive around in my cars, squatting in my houses, and eating my food that I work 764,988 hours a week to afford!  Has no one realized that I actually cloned myself just to get all this shit done around here since our world is full of deadbeats like Ken?!  And yes, I'm the genius who developed cloning.  You’re welcome.

Anyways, I would show you my house, but Ken broke in again, so I gotta go beat his ass and clean this shit up before I do anything else.  Better look forward to this shit.  Barbie’s out bitches.

Ryujin shook her head as she left a comment.

 

[Hey Hussey, ask Barbie to give you one of her cars.  That way, it can be mine when you die of boredom.]

 

She hit send as she leaned back into her chair.

BRRRRRIIII-

“’Sup?”

“Ryujin!  Why are you so mean?!”

“Hey, I acknowledged you weren’t dead yet.  That may as well be a compliment.”

“But you can tell that I’m close right?!  I swear, Ryujin!  This boredom’s gonna kiiiiiiiilll meeeeeee!!!”

“Then go hang out with Barbie some more.  Better yet, film Ken getting the shit beaten out of him.  I’m sure that’ll help your viewership.”

“But Ryu-”

“Sorry, you cut out.”

Click.

Ryujin leaned back with a small smirk on her lips as her phone dinged again

 

From whiney squirt:

Ur so mean!

 

Ryujin shook her head.

 

To whiney squirt:

U’l liv

 

From whiney squirt:

But wat if i dont?

 

Ryujin gave a sigh as she typed in her next message

 

To whiney squirt:

dude chil

cy wodnt leev u long

& yj dosnt kno wat 2 do w/ herself w/out us

theyl b bak soon

 

From whiney squirt:

u promise?

 

To whiney squirt:

ya

 

She leaned back in her chair before her phone beeped again.

 

From whiney squirt:

thanx rj ur a good frend

 

She turned off her phone before she put it in her pocket.  She didn’t need them trying to convince her of stupid shit like that.

She knew what she was.

“Shin Ryujin?”

She looked up at the balding man who looked like he was hired strictly because he looked exactly like how society wanted to personify wisdom, but to her he just looked done with this shit.

“Come in.”

Ryujin gave a sigh as she rose from her spot.

This was it.

---

This was it!

Wait… this was it.  Wasn’t it?

She looked back at her phone before looking back at the building.

Maybe she should’ve been more specific when looking up night clubs on her phone.  She didn’t think that Nightwings would be the name of a grocery store though.  Like, seriously, who came up with that?!

Her stomach growled as she groaned.  At least the trip wouldn’t be a total waste.  And it may have been stupid of her to try to find a night club at 4:50 in the evening.  She was just bored!

She gave a sigh as she plucked an apple off one of the stands and began to eat it.  At least that could carry her over till she could find something more sustainable.  Conveniently, the grocery store also had a wings shop inside which made the name make a little more sense.

“Hey,” Yeji approached the cashier with her award-winning smile.  “Can I get an order of spicy barbecue ranch wings?  Oh, and I guess I need to pay for this apple to.”

“You know, we usually weigh the apples to determine how much you need to be charged.”

“That’s why I ate half of it before hand.”

Yeji gave her shit eating grin as the boy smirked with the roll of his eyes.  “Smart, but I don’t think it works that way.”

“Worth a try,” Yeji answered with a sigh as she pulled her wallet and presented her card.  “But if you charge me more than a buck fifty for this thing I’ll know it’s a scam.”

He snickered as he took the card and swiped it.  “Don’t worry.  I’m all about honest business dealings.”

“I trust ya.  How’s your shift been?”

“Meh, just another day on the job,” he answered soberly as he waited for the receipt to print.  “It’s been pretty dead today though.  Feels like I’ve been here forever.”

“Dude, that’s the worst!  Want me to try to lure in some customers for you?  I’m pretty good at drawing a crowd.  Though, whether they’d actually order food is another story.”

He chuckled with a shake of his head.  “Nah, I’m good, but thanks.”  He tore off the receipt and handed it back to her with her card.  “Have a nice day.”

“You- wait,” she answered as she looked over her receipt.  “You didn’t charge me for the apple.”

“Well, what kind of a scam would I be running if I charged people for half eaten apples?”  He gave a shrug before offering a grin.  “I’ll have your wings out shortly.”

“Awesome!  Thank you so much!”

She walked over to an empty table before she pulled out her phone and noticed Yuna had updated her Instagram story.  That poor girl must’ve been so bored, but at least she was figuring out a way to kill the time.

 

[I knew I h8ed ken for a reason lol also luv the hair hussey]

 

She hit the send button as she laid back in her chair.

RRRRRIIIIII

She pulled out the phone as a call from Needy Baby blared against her screen.  She rolled her eyes before answering.

“Yes Yuna?”

“Yeji, I’m bored!”

“Fuck, Yuna, are you seriously just watching for us to respond to your post so that you can bug us?!”

“…no.”

Yeji gave a sigh.  “Seriously Yuna?”

“I can’t help it, I’m bored!  And Ryujin said you’d be back soon!”

“Dude, I’ve barely been gone an hour!  Also, why the hell would she say that?”

“Cuz we all know you have no idea what to do with yourself without us around!”

Yeji gave a scoffing laugh.  “That is so not true dude.  Just for that, I’m not coming back till we fly out tomorrow.  Have fun being bored and lonely.”

“Wait!  Yeji!”

She hung up as she stared at her phone screen.  Inevitably the messages came forward like ruined movie film.

 

From Needy Baby:

plees don’t leev me alone yeji!

Im soooooooooooooorryyyyyyy =(

I luv u <3

plees come bak soon!

 

Yeji gave a chuckle as she shook her head.

 

To Needy Baby:

i'l think about it

 

From Needy Baby:

but yeji!

 

To Needy Baby:

come on I saw ur barbie vid ur doing pretty goo-

 

Her phone screen suddenly turned to the company logo before a chiming ding brought it slowly to death.

Shit!

She knew she forgot to do something last night!  Though, she supposed that’s what happened when you chose to drink the night away.  The problems you pushed off the day before haunt you later.

Meh, risk she chose.

She shrugged her shoulders and put her phone away as she got her wings.  The smell of the sweet and savory barbecue sauce came off as something heavenly.

She rubbed her hands together as she began to dig in.

Phone or not, she was going to make this day awesome!

---

She stretched her arms as she tried to get readjusted to the concrete ledge she was sitting on.

She couldn’t think of a better way to spend her day, though many would disagree with that sentiment.  After all, many probably wouldn’t pick walking around a city to people watch as being their top activity for their out of state vacation.  She was fascinated every time she came to a new place, but when she was with her family everything was tightly scheduled where even if one woke up in the middle of the night to use the restroom the family would reprimand them for not planning ahead because now they were missing precious sleep that they wouldn’t be able make up later.  She later learned how to negotiate with her parents to get them to loosen up, but that just granted them one optional bathroom break in the middle of the night.

And as much as she may have been exaggerating their inflexibility, it provided her point that the schedules were always designed around her parents’ desires and never around her own.  Which, certainly, seeing the typical tourist attractions and taking pictures to hang at their home later was fine and all, but that’s all that she would see of the cities she’d go to.  Just the manicured locations designed to have tourists take pictures as proof that they went to the city.  But, she knew, a city is never defined by its tourist attractions.  Those are just the pieces that the state wanted people to think of it as.

She was more interested in the streets.  Walking past the tall buildings as she’d eavesdrop on a conversation about someone having a hard time with their boss, or seeing the messily elaborate tags that would decorate the alleyways, or watching a group of skateboarders jump over a stairwell as they rode away.  It always acted as a sobering reminder to her.

A reminder that no matter how many landmarks a city may construct, it is the people who make the city.  The people give the city it’s character.

She gave a light smile as she sat on the concrete ledge.  She had found herself in a parking lot where a dance battle was being hosted as she watched from the sidelines.

The people made a city memorable.

RIIIIIII

She hurriedly answered her phone as her eyes remained glued on the dancers.

“Hello?”

“CHAAAAAEEEEEE-”

“Yes Yuna?  Did you need something?”

“I need you to come back so I’m not super bored!”

“Come now Yuna, surely it hasn’t been that bad.  I noticed your Barbie venture has gotten quite a few views.”

“That’s just Ryujin and Yeji spiting me.”

“You know that’s not true.”

Yuna gave a groan on the other side as Chaeryoung offered a smile.

“Why don’t you create a sequel to that?  After all, you promised your audience a tour of ‘Barbie’s summer house.’”

“Ugh!  But then I’d have to actually clean this shit up.  Why is everyone so messy?!”

“That does tend to be a consequence of alcohol consumption.”

“Ugh…”

Chaeryoung gave a light giggle.

“You’ll be fine.  I promise.  I’ll be there in the next few hours.  In the meantime, find something to entertain yourself with, okay?”

There was an overly dramatic sigh on the other side of the line.

“Fine.”

“Alright.  See you soon.”

“See you.”

The phone clicked off with Yuna’s despondent farewell.  Perhaps it was selfish of Chaeryoung to have left Yuna to her own devices, but she so rarely had these moments of freedom, and she didn’t want to squander it.

“Hey!”

Chaeryoung immediately perked up as one of the dancers approached her.

“Oh, hello.  I apologize, but is there something you need me for.”

“No.  Don’t be so spazzed, I was just saying 'hi.'”

“Of course.  My apologies.”

The woman gave a chuckle.  “Damn, you’re uptight.”

“Force of habit,” Chaeryoung responded with a chuckle.  “You’re a fantastic dancer by the way.”

“Ah, you noticed?  That’s so sweet of you.”

“I'm only stating what's true.”

She gave a laugh as she leaned against the concrete ledge.  “Damn, never knew a compliment could sound so boring.  ‘Nother habit of yours?”

“Unfortunately yes,” Chaeryoung admitted.  “I hope it’s not a bother.”

“Nah, your chill,” she answered as the she watched another dancer dive into the cypher, immediately showing off their floor work.  “You wanna jump in?”

“Oh!  Um, I apologize, but I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Don’t apologize, and who cares?  If you wanna dance just jump in.  I’ll whip’em into shape if any of’em give ya shit.”

“Well, when you put it that way, how can I say no?”

“Exactly!  Come on!”

Chaeryoung gave a chuckle as she followed the woman to the crowd, waiting for an opening before finally jumping in.  It was awkward for a moment, but it subsided quickly as the crowd began to cheer their support.  She couldn’t stop the smile from gracing her face as she worked to move to the music.

Her parents could keep their pictures of their landmarks.

She'd find her own ways to make a city memorable.

---

She was certain she hated this city.

The rowdy civilians, the incessant traffic, the congested buildings, all of it!

Not that it was much different from Greenstone, but still!  Didn’t the world know she was hungover, in a hurry, and overall just having a bad day?!

Actually, horrendous would probably be a more appropriate term.

After she left the room of those teenagers whom she will not name, she had to go back to her room where she realized she was missing her hotel card key.  She was so flustered about going to that ridiculous party that it had completely slipped her mind.  So, she had to go back to the front desk and ask for a new card, before she hurried back to her room.  She couldn’t help but groan at how disastrous a mess she looked when she saw herself in the mirror.  Her hair was in complete disarray and her makeup was completely smeared, clearly from not washing it off as well as other activities that occurred the night before.  Instinctively she took off her shirt and examined her neck and chest.  Thank God there were no hickies.

She took a shaky breath as she looked herself dead in the eyes.

She would get through this evening.

She quickly showered, redid her make-up and did her hair in as hurried a manner as she could while still ensuring that she looked as perfectly proper as she was always meant to.

Thank God for Ibuprofen.  She was certain that was the only thing making her as remotely functional as she was.

Not that she would give Ryujin credit for it.

Even if it was a nice gesture.

No!  Not thinking about Ryujin!  Ryujin was-!

…

That was just... complicated to think about.

And her mind was definitely not in a state to think about anything complicated right now.

Especially since she didn’t realize till now that she had left the shoes she was going to wear with her dress back home.

Stupid.  Stupid.  Stupid.

She would just have to try to pass with her sneakers.  She could’ve tried to buy new shoes, but she was too pressed for time and too overwhelmed to care.

Besides, it’s not like going to her parents benefit’s concert the weekend before her finals as she had to reign in Yuna and her crew was her idea.

She immediately hopped in a taxi and requested to be taken to the nearest diner.  Her parents would’ve balked at her choice of food, but she couldn’t care about that right now.  She needed to hurry and she needed food because sweet mother of mercy she hadn’t eaten all day and being hungover and hungry left her stomach feeling worse than if she had ingested nuclear waste!

So she went into the diner, being ridiculously overdressed, but that was fine.  It was fine.  After all, if they were noticing her because she was dressed too properly to be attending such a place then she must’ve been well enough dressed for her parents' concert that evening.

She groaned as she ordered a pancake platter from the waitress.

She just needed to get through the evening.

RIIIIII

She looked at her phone as it flashed rainbows with Call from Dat Queer Kid running across the screen.  She gave a sigh as she answered her phone.

“Yuna, you need to stop changing your name in my contacts list.”

“Hey!  That could’ve been any queer kid that did that!”

Lia gave a facepalm as Yuna laughed.

“Yuna, just please tell me what you need.”

“Man, Lia, you okay?  You’re sounding completely worn out.”

“Yuna, I have less than thirty minutes to make it to my parents’ benefits concert.  I am hungover.  I left my shoes at home.  I haven’t eaten.  And talking to you is just making the thrumming in my head twenty times worse so please just tell me what you need so that we can finish this up.”

“I…”

There was a pause on the other side of the line as Lia waited with her head in one of her arms.

“I… I don’t need anything.  Sorry for wasting your time Lia.”

CLICK

Lia’s eyes widened as she looked at her phone.  She immediately gave a sigh before she put her phone away and laid her head in her arms again.

How did she always manage to be cold, even when she wanted to mend things?

“Here’s your pancake platter.”

She looked at the food before lethargically turning her gaze up to the waitress.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.  Having a rough day?”

She stared back at her pancakes with the same sad expression she had given the waitress.

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Fair enough.  Let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

The waitress walked away as Lia continued to stare at her food.  Suddenly, she didn’t feel as obnoxiously hungry anymore.  She honestly didn’t know what she felt anymore.

She gave a humorless chuckle.

Would she even know what she was feeling if she was allowed to acknowledge such a thing?

…

No.  She wasn’t going to think about these things.

She picked up her fork and forced herself to eat.

She was going to get through this evening.

No matter what it takes.

---

How long was this shit supposed to take?!

She swore she had to have been there for at least two hours!  She got it!  She shouldn’t have been at the party!  She shouldn’t have been drunk!  She shouldn’t have told the officers her name was princess!

Damn, that one was hard not to smile at.  Seriously, Lia may have been drunk, but that didn’t stop her from being surprised that Lia apparently took the pet name to heart.

“You know, you were very fortunate to have Julia Choi looking out for you.  If not for her, you could’ve faced some serious charges, not to mention you could’ve been seriously ill.”

“She’s the reason I’m here,” Ryujin stated calmly.  “She's the one who ratted me out.”

“There’s nothing wrong with Julia discussing your alcoholism issues with the officer and requesting an intervention.  She must really care about you.”

Oh, the irony.

“As if.  She was just trying to use me as a scapegoat.  Did your officers even bother asking why she was there with a drunk minor?”

“You speak so poorly of your cousin.”

“Course I do.  She’s nothing but a goody two-shoes.”

“You would do well to follow her example.”

“Psh, as if!  Do you even know who I fucking am?”

“Miss Shin!”

“That’s right,”  She announced as she walked over and slammed her hands against the desk.  “I’m Shin Ryujin.  I’m sixteen years old, which means that you can’t host an intervention like this without my parents’ permission.”

“Well I never-!”

“Never what?  Harbored a minor?  Well lets see the proof then.”

She grabbed the papers as she threw them all across the courtroom.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!”

“Where’s it at?”  she asked as she watched the papers scatter like fall leaves.  “Let’s see where my parents’ approval is at.”

“We have it!”

“Don’t lie to me,” Ryujin answered as she loosed a chuckle.  “My parents wouldn’t have made me put up with this shit.  Or did Julia convince you that my parents would be okay with this?”

“Miss Shin!”  The man shouted as he slammed a fist against the desk.  “I assure you we have followed every statute of the law to host you here and your parents are fully supportive of you being here!”

“That so?”

Ryujin’s gaze didn’t waver as she tilted her head to the side.

“Then go ahead and call them.”

“P-pardon?!”

“Julia would’ve given you my parents’ number right?  Call them up and see what they have to say.”

He gazed up at her as she made sure her face didn’t betray a single thought in her head.

It was show time.

---

RIIIIII

Chaeryoung gasped as she excused herself from the circle.

“Hello?”

“Hello, my name is Judge Forrester and I’m calling from the District 31^st Court.  How are you doing today?”

“I was doing well, though now I’m concerned.  What’s the purpose for this call?”

“Are you Shin Subin?”

“Yes, that’d be me.  Is everything okay?”

“Well, for the most part yes, however we were hosting an intervention for your daughter when she became belligerent-”

“Excuse me, but, did you say you were hosting an intervention?”

“Well, I mean, we were-”

“Well, what are her charges?”

“She was charged with underage possession and consumption of alcoholic beverages.”

“And where was this?”

“Ah, well, she’s in Lo-”

“I know the city she’s in Judge Forrester, but was she at the Royal Springs Hotel?”

“Well, yes-”

“Then how do you propose to charge her with possession and consumption of alcohol when she was in a private space?”

“Well, you see, the police entered a party last night and-”

“And it was a party that we allowed her to have.  That hotel is under my name and her father was present, and according to state laws a minor is allowed to have alcohol as long as their parents approve and one of the parents is present.”

“I- I apologize, but we have no record of her father being there.”

“And who’s oversight is that?  I apologize for my rudeness, but I’m incredibly busy and if your simply there to harass my daughter then I will take drastic measures.  Surely, you've been informed that I’m a lawyer.”

She heard him gulp as she gave a soft smile.  She almost felt bad.

Almost.

“Listen, I understand these misunderstandings happen.  Just release my daughter and this won’t have to continue further.  I’ll be sure to talk to both her and her father as soon as they return home about this incident.”

“Y-yes ma’am.  Have a good day.”

“You as well,” she told the dial tone as she smiled.  She put her phone away as the girl from the cypher came up to her.

“Hey, everything okay?”

“Yes, though I should probably begin to head home.”

“Gotta take care of that ‘daughter’ of yours?”

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes at the girl’s knowing smile.  “Something to that effect I suppose.”

The girl laughed.  “Well, don’t let me stop you.  Thanks for joining us.  You’re pretty chill for a snob.”

“Well, thanks for hosting me.  I’ll be sure to support your videos.”

“You better, or I’ll hunt you down and remind you what’s up.”

Chaeryoung gave a laugh before they parted ways.  It may have been fleeting, but these moments were meaningful.

She just hoped the others were able to do something positive with their day as well.

---

“What do you mean I can’t be on the roof?!”

“Ma’am, your parents were very clear that you were to remain in the hotel.  As in, in the enclosed space that the hotel occupies.”

“What are you so worried about?!  That I’ll paraglide off the roof or something?!”

She suddenly turned back to her phone that was recording the incident.

“That’s right bitches.  Barbie’s also a paragliding instructor.”

“Look, ma’am, you can’t be on the roof.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do with all the furniture I moved up here?!”  Yuna pouted as she looked at her mini tropical roof set up she had created.  Why didn’t they think of having a roof party last night?

“That’s not my concern.  What is my concern is that you listen to your parents and stay inside the hotel.”

“And I haven’t stepped out of the hotel all day!  Ken put you up to this didn’t he?!  He’s always trying to pull stupid shit to get me to go back with him.”

“Ma’am please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Oh yeah?  What are you gonna- Wha!”

“Let’s go kiddo.”

“Wha!  No!  Save Barbie!”

---

Someone seriously needed to save her from this night.

She met her father’s latest business partner.  Some middle aged man that looked the same as every other business partner she’d watch her father shake hands with.  She knew the rules though.  She would just do what she always did at these events.

She would pretend to be perfect.

The formalities were a nightmare, but not as bad as the actual concert.  The entire time she struggled to stay as proper as possible, but the hangover kept on grinding in her head every time a violin swelled, pounding every time a drum was struck and ringing with every xylophone key that was hit.

She was surprised her skull didn’t collapse in her head to crush what was left functioning of her brain.

She was so glad when it was over.

Of course, the formalities didn’t end there.  She needed to continue the façade of the perfect daughter and give her impression on how the symphony performed; that the oboist was absolutely exquisite or the conductor was simply inspired throughout the performance.

It was so draining.

But the worst part was afterwards when her mother pulled her aside.

“I heard about the ruckus that happened at the airport.”

Lia gulped as she squirmed against her mother’s icy gaze.

“It was a misunderstanding.”

“Am I misunderstanding that you were with Yuna and that she also bought tickets to fly out here?”

“I… no ma’am.”

“Of course I’m not,” her mother stated coldly as Lia felt her gaze boring down on her.  “You realize that your cousin is completely undisciplined and will bring you nothing but trouble, right?”

“O-Of course,” Lia stuttered as she cursed herself as much as she cursed the pounding in her head.  “It was just a coincidence.”

“It better have been,” her mother responded as she lifted Lia’s chin up.  “Listen to me.  The choices Yuna is making will find her no solace in this world.  You stay away from her, or there will be consequences, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her mother gave a ‘hmph’ before walking away as Lia leaned her head against the wall.

She hated these concerts.

She was just going to be happy when it was over.

---

She opened the door as she found Yuna laying across the same couch that she was on in the morning as Yuna perked at her arrival.

“Ryujin!  You’re back!”

“Don’t act too excited,” Ryujin answered as she set down a cupholder full of drinks.

“Aw!  For me!  You really are the best Ryujin!”

Ryujin gave a shrug as she sat on the chair’s armrest.

“How’d court go?”

“The way you’d expect it to,” Ryujin answered as she took a sip of her coffee.  “Looks like you lived.”

“Yeah, but I was bored as hell!”  Yuna whined as Ryujin gave a soft smirk.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You’re a fucking liar Ryujin!  I know you were watching all my videos just to see if I’d fall off the deep end.”

Ryujin shook her head as she stifled a chuckle.  “Looks like you didn’t have to worry about that with the guard keeping you from taking the dive.”

“Ugh!  That was the fucking worst!”

The door creaked open as Chaeryoung and Yeji entered together.

“Chaeryoung!  Yeji!  You’re both back?!”

“Sorry it took so long Yuna.”

“Yeji got lost.”

“Hey!  In my defense, I did not think that driver would just drive off with me in the back of his truck!”

“Oh my god, no way!”

“You’re lucky I saw you from the trolley,” Chaeryoung answered with a tempered smile.  “Who knows where you would’ve ended up.”

“Ugh, beats me!  Next time, remind me never to leave the house without someone.  Or to take my charger with me.”

“Or to not ditch me next time!  Do you know what a nightmare today has been for me?!  I got a second security guard on me because I went on the roof!  It took me soooooooo long to create my set up there!”

“Look on the bright side.  You got ‘Save Barbie’ as a trending hashtag now.”

“No way really?!”

She scrambled over to Yeji who was replaying the moment when the security guard tossed her on the couch as Yuna shouted at him to watch himself cuz she’s a lawyer and would sue his ass before complaining to the camera about how much shit she goes through.  They both laughed as Ryujin snuck out of the room.  The balcony probably would’ve worked too, but she felt like being in the hallway.  No reason in particular.

None at all.

“Hey Ryujin.”

She turned up to see that Chaeryoung had followed her out.

“’Sup?”

Chaeryoung took a moment to look up at the ceiling before turning back to give Ryujin a smile.

“Smartass.”

“In your terms, yes,” Chaeryoung answered as she took a seat next to Ryujin.  “How did things go after the call?”

“I didn’t think that fucker’s face could get any redder,” Ryujin answered with the shake of her head and the smallest of smiles.  “He deserved it.”

“I’m glad I could assist.”

“Yeah, I owe ya for that,” Ryujin agreed as the smile on her face faded.

Chaeryoung gave a smile as she leaned forward.

“Care to tell me what’s on your mind?”

“Never.”

“Of course.  It was foolish of me to ask.”

“Yeah it was.”

Chaeryoung gave a warm smile as she rose from her spot.  “Try not to push everyone away too much Ryujin.  We’re here for you.”

Ryujin locked her gaze at the far wall.

“Sure.”

Chaeryoung released a sigh before she turned back to the door.

“By the way, thanks for buying coffee.”

“It was Yeji’s money.”

“Still, you didn’t have to.”

Ryujin gave a shrug as she avoided eye contact.  “Just felt like doing it.”

Chaeryoung gave a light hum before pulling out her key card.

“Well, if I don’t see you again before tomorrow, have a good night.”

Ryujin listened to the beep of the door as it swung open before inevitably closing.

“You too…”

Breath in.

Breath out.

She really shouldn’t be thinking about it.

Of course, no one else was around so what was stopping her?

What was stopping her from thinking about the way Lia fell into her arms the night before?

My hero.

That was the first sign that Lia was drunk.  It still took her by surprise when Lia showed up, falling through the open balcony door like that.  She bet the others that Lia wouldn’t show up for the life of her.

Funny that they forgot that part of the night.

What the fuck are you doing here?!

Isn’t it obvious Ryuryu?  I’m looking for you.

It was so stupid.  Ryujin knew she was drunk.  She even tried to shout some sense into her but Lia just giggled like a little kid breaking their parents’ rules for the first time.

I think you and I are more similar than either of us wants to admit.

…

It was stupid.

She was stupid for taking Lia seriously.  Stupid for believing Lia would actually remember.

Stupid for thinking Lia would actually care.

It was stupid.

She should just move on, but she couldn’t.  Not yet.

She just wanted to see Lia.

Even if it might be just one last time.

---

She knew this is what would end up happening.

She knew her mother would address the elephant in the room eventually, but Lia believed that if she pretended the elephant didn’t exist her mother would think Lia was ignorant of it.

After all, Lia didn’t think her mother knew what Yuna had been up to.

In truth, she probably didn’t.  At least, not to the extent that either of them really knew Yuna, but it was stupid of her to think that her mother wasn’t aware of some of it.  They were family after all.

She had just hoped it wouldn’t have come to this.

She gave a sigh as she lethargically made it to her room.  She still couldn’t quite figure out what she made of it all.  Of Yuna, her mother, Chaeryoung, Yeji,

Ryujin,

Herself.

There was just too much going on for too short a time and she just couldn’t get in a head space to figure it out.

She just wished she had someone she could talk to about it.

“Hey princess.”

She gave a groan as she was ready to snap the head off Ryujin but she paused at the sight of her.  The smirk that always seemed to radiate arrogance slowly died as, for the first time since meeting her, she saw concern riddle Ryujin’s face.

“Hey, um… you… okay?”

Lia shook her head as she wiped at her eyes.  Why was she so sensitive?

“I’m fine.  It doesn’t concern you anyways.”

There was a pause as she had her hand resting on the door handle.  Why didn’t she just open it?!

“I’d still listen.”

She turned back to Ryujin who’s blank expression had brows furrowed just slightly to reveal the hidden concern her otherwise indifferent expression would’ve overshadowed.  It made her wonder how many of Ryujin’s expressions she mislabeled to justify her disapproval of her.

Ryujin then faked a cough as she looked away.

“I mean… you know… if you wanna talk about it.”

Lia took in a shuddering breath before she turned her head away.

“It would be better if we didn’t talk.  About it or this or anything else.  Just… don’t talk to me again.  Ever.”  She punched in her key card as she clenched her eyes shut.

“It’ll be better for both of us this way.”

She opened her door as she leaned her back against it and kept her ear to the door.  She couldn't help but wonder if Ryujin would go into Yuna’s room or if she would head back to her own, but she wasn’t surprised when she heard Ryujin walk to the other hall.  Everyone else was likely in Yuna’s room since Ryujin was sitting outside of it and Ryujin would likely want to be alone.  Probably smoke a joint on the balcony.

Just like she was the night before.

Just as alone as she was the night before.

Lia gave a sigh as she rose from the door.  This was way too complicated for her right now.  She should just get some rest and-

She spotted something on her desk.  A store-bought coffee rested there solemnly.  She knew it couldn’t have been hers because she didn’t have time for side trips.  She looked at the side of the cup before another shaky breath entered her.

Hope it went well

She looked at the sticker to see who it was from but the name on it was 'Joanne.'

She knew it had to have been Ryujin.

That’s just… something she’d do.  Lia just felt like it had to be.

She took a sip as she immediately relaxed.  A matcha green tea creme frappuccino.  That was always her favorite.

It was definitely Ryujin.

How Ryujin knew her favorite drink and snuck it into her room she didn’t know, but she knew it had to have been her.

After last night, and then, just now… it just had to be.

She gave a sigh before she poured it down the sink and threw the cup away.

Ryujin didn’t matter to her.

Ryujin couldn’t matter to her.

It didn’t matter how cold it may have sounded in her head, this was the truth.

Last night was a mistake.  Doing this trip with Yuna was a mistake.  Thinking that she could be free for a single night-

…

It didn’t matter.

This would all be over soon enough.

Then she wouldn’t have to worry about Ryujin, Yuna or any of the others ever again.

Chapter 4: Cherry

Notes:

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Yuna tore at their hair as they stared at the blank text box in front of them.

Why didn’t anyone remind them that their written final was the day after they flew back to Greenstone?!

Of course, Chaeryoung stated that she did remind Yuna.  Yuna claimed not to remember, but Chaeryoung recounted how Yuna was complaining about being bored on the flight home and Chaeryoung recommended they take the time to study for the written final since that was coming up the next day.  She also claimed that Yuna just responded in an exaggerated groan as Chaeryoung stated ‘don’t say I didn’t warn you.’  Yuna still didn’t think that actually happened, though they couldn’t deny that it did sound very likely.

They gave a soft groan as they looked over to Chaeryoung.  Her fingers danced over the keyboard with such ease as the keys tacked to a rhythm that sounded like Chaeryoung was conducting an orchestra.  Dammit!  How could Chaeryoung be so perfect?!

Then there was a keyboard click that was just slightly louder than the others before Chaeryoung closed her laptop.  Confetti fell from the sky as the whole classroom rose in a standing ovation to cheer the most incredible performance that had been their honor to witness while Chaeryoung gave a humble bow before returning to her seat.

Okay, maybe that didn’t happen, but if anyone else had been watching Chaeryoung as she completed her final, they would’ve undoubtedly thought her performance deserved that amount of attention.  Instead, they all focused on their own finals, like Yuna should’ve been doing, as Chaeryoung silently walked her laptop back to the professor and gave a slight bow.  Yuna pouted as they watched Chaeryoung, waiting for the girl to make eye contact with them.

Help me!

Chaeryoung gave a soft smile that stifled her giggle before she mouthed back.

No can do.

Yuna’s eyes went wide as they intensified their pout.

PUUUULLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAASE!!!!!!!

But Chaeryoung shook her head before taking her seat next to Yuna and pulling out Foucault’s Discipline and Punish.  Yuna pouted before groaning back at the text box.  It was still blank.  Just like it was fifteen minutes ago when class first started.  They still had time to type it, but what were they supposed to do?!

Yuna

They turned towards Chaeryoung’s seat who had a sticky note placed on the side of her book and had angled it for Yuna to read.

You’ll be fine.  Just write what you know.

Yuna gave a scoff before they turned back to the question.

After reading Euripides' Medea, do you believe that Medea was justified in killing her two children and the princess in order to get revenge on Jason?

Yuna gave a scoff as they planted their chin on their desk.

They were all shitheads.

Seriously, what kind of an asshole marries a princess after already being married and having kids with another woman?  Also, what kind of a shithead goes back to their wife to be all ‘hey dude, I can’t not fuck the princess, but you can still be my side bitch after I marry her ass.’  And, look, it’s a shitty situation, but murdering two kids and the princess?  Seriously, the princess was just a prize given to Jason for fucking up some monster or some shit, it’s not like he actually cared about her either.

Why would any of their shit be justified?

Would Chaeryoung say it was justified?

They turned back to Chaeryoung who’s intense gaze was staring at the page.  Chaeryoung had armed herself with a pencil and highlighter as she painted the words yellow before writing in the margins.  Yuna desperately wanted to know what she was writing right now.  After all, reading Medea was a lot more fun when she borrowed Chaeryoung’s book who had crossed out Jason’s name and replaced it with ‘fuck boy.’  God, Chaeryoung was the best.  She knew everything!  Like how ancient Greece was actually super gay, which was super cool!  But also, it was super gay because it was super shitty towards women, which... was way less cool.  But, then again, there was other cool shit that came from Ancient Greece.  Like a whole island called Lesbos and Sappho being rad as hell as well as super gay!

They gave a hum as they thought back.  Now that Yuna thought about it, they didn’t know much about ancient Greece besides what Chaeryoung told them, but Chaeryoung mentioned that true love in Ancient Greece could only be between two men because love could only exist between two equals, and a woman could never be an equal to a man.  That’s why the Greek word for love is where the word phallus came from.  At least, they were sure that's where it came from.  Philos?  Phallus?  Yeah, that had to be it.

They shook their head before they tore at their hair again.  Focus!  Phallus?  Gah!  Worry about the gay shit later!  They’ve gotta worry about straight people issues right now!

Well, straight issues in a largely male-centricly gay society where gayness was actually privileged because it promoted valuing men more than anyone else.

So… where did that leave women?

...

Well, the fact that the princess was Jason’s prize shows one thing.

Women were property.

They were traded and pawned for favors or services.

And what about the kids?

They were both boys, which meant they would be seen as valued in society at some point.  Also, they were Jason’s children, not Medea’s.  Jason made that clear when he said he would let her have the kids if she left peacefully.  They were just playing chips to be pawned off if it was best for Jason.

Man, fuck patriarchy.

Yuna hurriedly deleted that from the text box as they looked around.  Thankfully, no one was paying attention to them.

They gave a sigh.

They could do this!

They just needed to get their fingers on the keys and-

In our current society, we live in a place where mass incarceration is a hidden daily truth, with hundreds upon thousands of people being killed on death row.  Although our law states that murder is a crime and must be punished, our society grants moments to legalize it when the state decides that certain individuals cannot be allowed to live.  This has spurred many debates as to whether murder can ever be justified, and if one can take justice into their own hands.  Euripides' Medea becomes an important piece of literature to explore this topic with many exploring whether Medea's murder of the princess and her two children are justifiable.  Although many would claim this is not justifiable because Medea was strictly acting out of love-lust revenge, I argue that she was justified because her actions are not just a personal attack against Jason, but also a natural response to being subjugated to an extremely patriarchal society.

They lifted their hands from the keyboard to crack their knuckles before tilting their head from side to side to crack their neck.  They noticed some douchebag in the front giving them a disapproving look before they stuck their tongue out at him.  Didn’t he have a paper to write or some shit?

They shook their head as they turned back to their computer.  Phallus.

No!  They meant focus!

Gah!

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Okay…

Focus.

They just needed to place their hands back on the keyboard and-

They began typing.  The words became so much easier now that they could acknowledge Medea as both a victim and perpetrator of violence.

After all, nothing was ever black and white.

Their fingers flew across the keyboard as they felt a bead of sweat trickle down their brow.

Medea was justified in killing her two children and the princess because this act was not just an attack on Jason, but also because it is an action that shows the glaring flaw of a patriarchal system.  Patriarchy robs the humanity of women, and children, reducing the murders of the three individuals she killed to what would be viewed as nothing more than an instance of theft.  Medea knew that none of them were recognized by society or by Jason as people, and any grievance against them would only be tragic because of their effect on Jason, and not because of any inherent value their lives may hold.  What this play truly reveals is not the ruthlessness of a woman enraged, but the severe trauma that gets suffered under a patriarchal society.  When one’s life is reduced to an object to be owned, it denies that life as having value.  And when one life fails to be valued, all lives fail to be valued.

RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIII

“That’s the bell everyone!”

“Eep!”

Yuna hurriedly hit the “Submit” button as her teacher continued to ramble on about needing to study for the multiple-choice portion tomorrow and that they would have all grades completed before the end of the week.  She slammed her computer shut and rushed it to Mr. Roland before she gave a deep sigh.

“Everything go well, Yuna?”

Yuna gave an exaggerated whine as she looked at Chaeryoung.  “I mean, I feel like I did pretty well, but I don’t know if Mr. Roland will care for it much.”

“I suppose we’ll find out at the end of the week,” Chaeryoung stated with a soft smile as Yuna groaned again.

“I just need a C.  You know what they say, even C’s get the summers free!”

“You’ll get it Yuna.  You’re smart.”

“Only because of you.”

Chaeryoung gave a smile as she shook her head.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

“Hell if I know.”

They both giggled as they walked down the hall before a figure leaning against Chaeryoung’s locker loomed over them both.

“Hello Chaeryoung.”

Cheryoung lifted her gaze as she sought out the voice that addressed her.  Yuna bristled at the sight of him.  He was very clean cut, with a blonde fade and a face that made it look like it was sculpted to model some hero in a coming-of-age/boy-becomes-man movie.  The way he leaned against the locker with that stupid cocky smile across his lips reeked of absolute fuck boy energy.  They would know, they just wrote a whole paper about fuck boys!

“Oh, hello Parker.  Is there something I may assist you with?”

“Oh, not at all.  I just wanted to ask how your finals have been going.”

“I seem to be managing,” she answered with a soft smile.  “How have they been for you?”

“Oh, you know.  As long as you pay the remotest attention in class they pose no issue,” he answered while raising an eyebrow at Yuna who tensed at his split-second gaze.  Yuna had no idea who the fuck this guy was, but they were certain they absolutely hated him.

“In any case, I wanted to make a proposition to have dinner this Friday.  It would be a grand opportunity to celebrate the end of finals and, seeing how we’re both running for positions in the student body council, it would be a chance for us to get to know each other better as potential running mates.”

“Okay!  Look!”  Yuna chimed in as they slung an arm over Chaeryoung’s shoulder.  “Chaeryoung’s not interested in your roundabout idea of a date so go run along now.  Go on! Git!”

“I apologize, but I believe I was asking Chaeryoung.”

“And, as brusque as Yuna’s reply may have been, I have to agree with her sentiment,” Chaeryoung stated as she offered a slight bow.  “As much as I appreciate the proposition, I must admit I would not feel comfortable accepting it.  After all, I would not want to appear like I have a vested interest in one candidate winning presidency over the other.”

He gave a scoff as his eyes iced over Yuna’s protective posture.  “That sentiment rings rather hollow with the cousin of my running opponent living constantly in your shadow.”

Yuna immediately tensed as Chaeryoung rested a hand on the one Yuna had slung around her shoulder.  Yuna turned their gaze to Chaeryoung who gave her a slight nod as Yuna immediately relaxed.

Chaeryoung could handle this.

She turned her gaze back to Parker as she betrayed no emotion behind on her face.

“I understand that Julia Choi, Yuna’s older cousin, is also running for presidency, however I know and have spent less time with her personally than I have with you.  If you are truly concerned about that affecting your running chances I am happy to discuss it further, but I would prefer we keep our discussions on the school premise with a trusted third-party to act as a witness of our meeting and the issues discussed.”

Parker scoffed.  “Isn’t that a little paranoid?”

“I know how politics work,” Chaeryoung stated.  “And I have the right to protect myself.”

He shook his head as he gave a chuckle.  “I’m disappointed in you Chaeryoung.  I was hoping you would be smart enough to comply, but it seems you would rather do things the difficult way.”

“Compliance stems from the same word as complacency,” Chaeryoung stated while still maintaining Parker’s gaze.  “We can always strive for something greater.”

“There is nothing greater.  It’s not the system that’s broken, but the people who rebel against it that are.”

He gave a cocky grin as he kept Chaeryoung’s gaze, “And I’m going to make sure everyone realizes just how broken you all are by the end of this campaign.”

He walked off as Yuna did everything in their power to not run off and tackle him in the hall.  He was seriously asking for someone to beat the shit out of him and Yuna was all for volunteering to deliver the first punch.

“Let it go, Yuna.”

“How the hell am I supposed to let it go?!”  Yuna shouted as they pointed down the hall that the asshole had walked down.  “He can’t just talk to you like that!”

“Actually, he is well within his rights to speak in that way,” Chaeryoung answered as she began to open her locker.

“So?!  It was mean and stupid!”

“It was, however I am fairly accustomed to it.  Politics, whether at the school or the national level, was never known for the decency in which the candidates treated each other.”

“It’s still shitty though,” Yuna responded as they leaned against the locker before their eyes went wide.  “Wait!  He’s running for president?!  But that’s-!”

“The position Lia is running for?  Yes.”

“Dude!  What’s he gonna do to my cousin!  Do you think that he’d-?!”

Chaeryoung released a sigh as she stowed her chosen books in her backpack.

“I wouldn’t put it past him.  He made it incredibly clear that he was determined to win, regardless of the effects it may have on others.”

“But!  I mean, he knows!  Dammit, everyone in the school knows!  Why can’t they just leave it alone?!”

“Because knowledge is power.  Which is another way of saying the only reason anyone is determined to learn anything is because of the potential to use that knowledge as a weapon against some future enemy.”

Yuna groaned as Chaeryoung placed a hand on their shoulder.

“There’s no use thinking about it too much now.  After all, we have the summer coming up, so we have that time to figure out how to address this.”

Yuna gave a smile as she turned back to Chaeryoung.  “You’re right.  After all, if anyone could make things work out, it’s you.”

Chaeryoung gave a shake of her head as she smiled.  “I wouldn’t count on it being that easy.  After all, we can only help Lia if she’ll accept it.”

“I’ll try to talk to her,” Yuna stated as they watched the students trickle out of the hallway.  “Ready for the Hussey Hole?”

“Only always,” Chaeryoung stated with a smile as she shut her locker.

“Excuse me!  Ms. Lee!”

Chaeryoung turned towards the voice as she immediately gave a bow.

“Ah, Mrs. Sullivan.  Is there something I can help you with?”

“I would just like to speak with you for a moment.  If I may?”

“Of course,” Chaeryoung turned towards Yuna before giving a wave.  “I’ll see you later tonight.”

“For sure!  See you then!”

Yuna ran off and towards the high school wing.  They were worried about Lia, but things would be okay.  Chaeryoung was helping with it.

And as long as Yuna had Chaeryoung, they believed that anything was possible.

---

“Alright Mrs. Sullivan.  You wanted to speak with me?”

“Yes, Ms. Lee.  I called you in because it’s been no secret that you have excelled in all your classes since your enrollment in this school, and it has become increasingly obvious that you are far beyond the level of your peers.”

Chaeryoung gave a sigh as she shook her head.  “Mrs. Sullivan, I’ve already created my schedule for the upcoming year.”

“You shouldn’t squander your time so,” Mrs. Sullivan responded with a hardened gaze.  “After all, given your test scores, you could easily advance to the junior level if you would just consider taking the advancement exams.”

“And I, again, will pass on those,” Chaeryoung stated as she rose from her seat.  “After all, the last time I took those exams I failed miserably.  It may be for the best that I continue on my regular course.”

“Ms. Lee,” Mrs. Sullivan answered as she rose from her spot.  “Please, just reconsider.  We both know that you intentionally failed those exams.  There’s no reason for you to hold yourself back.  With a mind like yours, you could go so far.”

“I could go fa, but in which direction?”  Chaeryoung asked with a tilt of her head.  “I know that my mind is only as valuable as the man who reflects my ideas.”

Mrs. Sullivan gave a sigh.  “Ms. Lee, the world isn’t as cruel as you think.”

“I am simply in a place of privilege where the world isn’t as cruel to me.  That doesn’t change the facts however.  I know where I stand.  A cage is still a cage, and you only get so far as the man who opens the door allows you to.”

She left the room as she walked down the hall.  There was no point in waiting for Mrs. Sullivan’s answer. 

After all, Mrs. Sullivan must’ve known she was right.

She gave a sigh as she pulled on her backpack straps.  She wasn’t ready to head home yet, certain her parents would argue with her for turning down the opportunity to take the class advancement exams.

Again.

Of course, with summer coming up, those arguments would likely only intensify.  After all, her parents would have three months to try to hound her into starting the next year in the eleventh or twelfth grade instead of the ninth.

She took a breath in.

She exhaled it out.

She knew that Mrs. Sullivan was speaking the truth though.  At worst, she could have her ideas and intellect credited to a man who would become immortalized for their contributions to society.  At best, she would become a tokenized icon that would be pandered out to little girls, informing them that, they to, can succeed.  All they need are parents in the top 20% wealth disparity who will teach them law at the age of five and attend a private school that would cost the average citizen 122% of their annual income in order to attend.

She was under no illusion of what her success would be turned into.  She knew the system she lived in.

The system’s not what’s broken, it’s the people who rebel against it that are.

She gave a light chuckle as she walked out of the school door.  Oh the naivety of the privileged.  Parker may have been one of those able to sit on top of the cage and look down at everyone struggling against the metal bars, but she would show him.  Her dreams were higher than metal crates and being the one to look down on all others.

That cage would crumble down.

And she hoped she would be there to watch the birth of a new era.

---

RIIIIIIIII

Lia gripped her book tighter as she tried to tune out the excessively loud cheers of her classmates as they chattered over the incessant school bell.  She knew they would file out quickly.  No one lingers in the classroom long after the final bell has rung.

No one but Lia at least.

She waited until there wasn’t a word spoken in the room before she dared to look up from her book.  The only person left was her teacher who was clearing away the whiteboard.  She stowed her book away before she snuck past, moving as deftly and silently as a mouse trying to sneak past a cat.

It was better not to draw too much attention to herself.

Which may have made her deciding to run for student body president a bad idea.  After all, what’s going to spur up more attention than the girl who spent the entire school day trying to be invisible deciding to run for student body president?  She could hear all of their opinions on her decision, but she tried to tune them out.

She didn’t need to be reminded why her running for student body president was a bad idea, but she at least needed to try.

“LIIIIIIIIAAAAA!!!”

She cringed as she faced her open locker.  She couldn’t deal with this now.  She just wanted to go home and not have to deal with anyone for three months as she tried to figure out how to make her campaign for president work.  After all, if she couldn’t speak with Yuna then it was probably best she didn’t associate with any of their friends, regardless of how useful Chaeryoung’s approval may have been.

She would just have to figure it out on her own.

“Lia!”

“Yuna, my name is Julia,” she answered with a glare.

“Whoa, dude, seriously?  I’ve called you Lia since we were kids.”

“And that’s fine outside of school.  In school, you call me by my full name.”

“Whatever,” Yuna answered with the roll of their eyes.  “Oh, but I came to warn you!  Parker Jones is running for student body president and-!”

“Yuna, I was already aware he was running, and I don’t need your help with my campaign.”

“But, Lia-!”

“I’m not even supposed to be talking to you Yuna.”

She slammed her locker closed as a heart broken expression crossed Yuna’s face.

“What?”

Lia gave a sigh as she turned towards the exit.

“Mother doesn’t want me talking to you.”

“I mean, yeah, that’s not surprising,” Yuna answered in a defensive tone.  “But you’re not actually going to listen to that, are you?  I mean, Chaeryoung’s willing to help your campaign, and I’m…”

They paused as Lia remained completely still at the words.

“I’m your family.”

“Yuna,” Lia responded with a heavy sigh.  “I’m sorry but… it’s for the best.”

“According Sujin or you?”

Lia didn’t respond as she remained fossilized in place.

“When are you going to decide what’s best for you?”

“Just… take care of yourself Yuna,” Lia bit back as she kept her back turned.  “I’ll be fine on my own.”

She walked away as she hurried out the doors.

She just wanted to get away from all of it.  The school, the drama, the anxiety.

All of it.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long until her chauffeur picked her up.

“Hello Miss Choi.  How were your classes today?”

“They went fine,” she answered curtly before turning to stare out the window.  He didn’t need to know the details of her life, just like she didn’t need Yuna’s exuberance or Chaeryoung’s understanding or Yeji’s joy or Ryujin’s sincerity.

She didn’t need any of it.

She gave a sigh as she finally made it to her house.  She rushed out of the car as she ran up the steps before rushing into the house that required running up more steps that parted to either side of the house.  She rushed the final stairs before running down the long corridor that finally led her to her room.  She shut the door as she gave a sigh.  Even just getting to her room was ridiculously more complicated than it needed to be.

She brushed her hair back before she walked over to her work desk.  She pulled at the bottom drawer and dug out her books on Latin and political theory before she finally found what she was looking for.

The World College Guide

She plopped it onto her desk as she began to pour over the pages.  She took notes on how much each college cost, how much more she should expect if she went international, how many miles would that put between her and her family.

After all, she didn’t want to stay in her parents’ shadow forever.  She wanted to live a life that was hers.

She couldn’t yet, she was too young.

But soon.

She was only two years from graduating.

Just two more years!

Then, she could finally make her dreams happen.

Then she could finally make her own rules.

---

Yeji was absolutely exhausted.

Honestly, she knew she’d told Hector that she could easily make up the hours she missed while she was on the cousin’s trip with Yuna, but actually having to make up those hours was way more tiresome than she gave it credit for.  At least she had finished her last final that day and didn't have to worry about school anymore.

She just needed to finish cleaning out the dish sink and…

“I’m done!”

She tore off her apron before bundling it up and tossing it in the basket.  It rainbowed up before landing perfectly in the bin.

“Buckets!”

“Hold up Yeji, I still need to finish counting out the drawers.”

“Ugh, come on Hector!”

“Hey!  This wouldn’t be an issue if you didn’t shut the safe on me while I was doing the final counts!  You know it’s time locked.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry!  But dude, I’m so exhausteeeeedddd~”

“You wouldn’t be that way if you had spent your one weekend off actually relaxing instead of partying.  Seriously Yeji, you should consider getting a hobby.”

“Hector, I go to school and have a job.  I don’t need a hobby, I need a life!”

He rolled his eyes as he wrote up the bank slip before throwing it in the safe with the drawer.  “Alright, we’re good.  You promise me that you wiped all the tables, swept and mopped the floors and did all the dishes?”

“For the gazillionth time yes!  Let’s go, let’s go!”

“Jeez, what are you so excited for anyways?”

“I’m just ready for sleeeep!”

He gave a sigh as he double checked to make sure that the safe was locked.

“Alright, wait out front and I’ll set the alarm.”

“Yes sir!”

She ran out towards the front as she waited for Hector, staring out the glass door to the freedom the night would grant her.

“Alright, look out!”

She moved out of the way as Hector unlocked the door with both of them exiting quickly before he locked it again and gave it two good pulls.

“Alright, we’re good.  Thanks for covering Yeji.”

“I’m not covering, I’m making up hours.  I need that check, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” he answered as he jangled the keys in his hand.  “Want a ride home?”

“That’d be awesome, thanks!”

She sighed as she sat in the passenger seat of the run-down Nissan.  She couldn’t wait to get home and-

TING

She opened her phone before noticing that Yuna had sent a group message.

 

From needy baby:

Hussey Hole?

 

To needy baby:

Cant 2nite sry

 

She hit send as she leaned back in the chair.  She hated canceling on her friends like that, but she was too ready for sleep.

They drove up to the house as she waved bye to Hector before cautiously rushing down the rickety stairs.  She swore, if Youngjae didn't reign her in she'd be giving their landlord hell for not fixing them.

“Youngjae, I’m home!”

She stomped her way past the living room as she flopped onto her bed and groaned while sinking into her mattress.  She really should’ve tried to get a better night’s rest the night before, but what else was she supposed to do besides party to celebrate returning to Greenstone?  Besides, she had gotten plenty of sleep on the plane.  At least, that’s what she’d convinced herself.

“Jeez Yeji, you can’t even be bothered to give me a proper hello?”

Yeji groaned again in response as her brother chuckled.

“How did everything go today?”

“Like Hell,” Yeji responded as she limply forced herself to sit up and face him.  He had clipped his long hair back that really made his high cheek bones stand out and was tanned with muscles sneaking out of his wife beater.  It looked like he hadn’t shaved in a bit with stubble starting to settle over his sharp face.  He always seemed to look as tired as Yeji felt right now.

She gave a sigh.  Better to focus on the good things.

“At least finals are fucking done with.  Just gotta work the next two days plus the weekend and then I’ll be back on track.”

“I tried to warn you that a trip at this time was a bad idea.”

Yeji groaned.  “I know…”

A silence fell over them as Yeji struggled to stay awake.

“Your therapist called by the way.”

She gave groan as she threw her head back.

“Fuck!  I knew I was forgetting something!”

Youngjae gave a chuckle as he shook his head.  “Hey, I know you’re busy, but she said you haven’t been picking up whenever she’s called you.”

“Because, like you said, I’ve been fucking busy.”

“I know, and she knows that too.  She was wondering if you would be able to meet with her on Thursday.”

Yeji gave a groaning whine before she turned her gaze back to the ratty carpet.

“I was really hoping to have that day to myself.”

“I get that but, you know, she just need to make sure everything’s going okay.”

Yeji scratched at her wrist before grabbing it to keep her fingers from itching.  She knew it freaked her brother out, even when it hadn’t been an issue for years.

She gave a sigh before she turned back to him.

“Alright, why not.  After all, it’s just an hour out of my day, right?  Still enough time to fuck around.”

“Plenty,” he answered with a smile before kissing the top of her head.  “Take care of yourself Yeji.  I love you.”

“Love you to bro.  Love you always.”

He ruffled her hair as she giggled under his force.  “Don’t be getting sappy on me now.”

“Me?  Sappy?”  She shook out of his hand before looking at him with her award-winning smile.  “Never.”

“Good,” he answered with a soft smile of his own before he turned back to the lights.  “You have a good night.”

“Yeah you too.”

He turned off the lights and shut the door as Yeji gave a sigh before squirming in her spot.  Discussing therapy always just set her on edge.  It wasn’t anything against her therapist or therapy in general, but she just knew what her therapist was going to discuss and it always made her feel a little less… present.

She gave a sigh as she remembered her therapist’s words to find something to ground her.  She rubbed one of her thumbs in a small circle against her palm.  It was her palm.

Hers.

She took another deep breath as she turned her gaze to stare at her hand.  She closed and opened it as she watched the motion her hand made every time she willed it to close and open.  She turned it to watch it from every angle.  Her fingers fidgeted before she ran them through her long midnight locks.

This was her body.

Even though she had to give up far more time and money than anyone else to make her life her own, she was going to make it.  Sure, she still needed to get things official, but she would get there.

She swore she would.

She just needed to save up enough money for it.

Then her life could finally be fully hers.

---

Ryujin entered the door silently as she slipped into the house.  She tip-toed towards the far bedroom before she slowly creaked the door open to stare at the figure.  Black hands were moving with intention as the figure stared at herself in the mirror to ensure she applied her make up to absolute extravagant perfection.  Ryujin stepped further causing the door to creak as the lady in front of the vanity turned before giving a scoff.

“Ugh, Michael!  The stray’s back!”

Ryujin gave a soft smirk as she fully entered the room.  “Well, fuck you to Rusty.”

He gave a slight chuckle as Ryujin pulled up a stool and stared at the woman's reflection in the mirror.

“How’d your day go?”

“The usual,” Ryujin stated noncommittally.  “Yours?”

“The usual,” Rusty answered as she put on her other eyelash.  “Charlie told me you were bothering him again today.”

Ryujin gave a shrug, “He’s the one who’s making shit difficult.”

Rusty gave a laugh before shaking her head.  “Girl, you really should stop bothering my brother.  He’s got a short fuse.”

“So does fucking everyone apparently,” Ryujin stated as her gaze remained transfixed on Rusty blending her make-up in.

“Aw, poor baby,” Rusty responded as she pinched Ryujin’s cheek who tried to swat her away.

“Hey!  Fucking quit it!”

Rusty laughed as she grabbed a make-up pen to draw on an exaggerated lip line.

“So, how did your trip go?”

Ryujin gave a shrug.

“It went alright, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I mean, it was a party with a bunch of rich people and Yeji.  How did you expect it to go?”

“Honestly, I was surprised I didn’t see anything on the news about a SWAT team needing to be deployed.”

Ryujin hit Rusty’s shoulder as she laughed.  “Fuck you.”

“Hey, watch your language,” Rusty reprimanded as she waved her brush at Ryujin.  “I swear, fucking kids these days have less manners than I do.”

“I blame the role models we have.”

“Damn straight!”  Rusty announced as she put on her lipstick before puckering her lips.  She posed a few times, making sure her makeup looked exactly how she wanted it as Ryujin imitated her expressions.  Rusty turned and hit Ryujin with the brush.

“Hey!  Ow!”

“Don't mock the queen.”

Ryujin scoffed as she shook her head.

“Whatever your highness.”

“Damn you are sassy today.”

“You know, I can always tell when Ryujin’s home.  You two just can’t get along for a second, can you?”

Ryujin turned to give a nod to the newcomer.  He had a large stature that made him incredibly imposing, with wide features and bronze skin.

“Hey Michael.”

“Hey squirt,” Michael stated as he ruffled her hair hard.  She flailed as she tried to swat it away, but damn Michael was strong.

“Fuck, Michael, quit it!”

“Aw come on, we haven’t seen you in three days!  Why didn’t you talk to us when you got back?!”

“Cuz there was nothing to talk about,” Ryujin stated.  “Besides, I was fucking tired.”

“Mmmmhmmm,” Rusty responded as she snapped her compact shut.  “Let me tell you, nothing never happens when you’re with Yeji and, God forbid, Yuna.”

“Rude.”

“I’m just saying,” Rusty stated as she rose her hands up.  “Anyways, we need to get going.”

“Alright,” Ryujin responded as she took Rusty’s chair and leaned back.  “Have fun.”

“I know I will.  Now don’t do anything stupid and text us if you need anything.  You know?  Like, pull out your phone and communicate or some shit?”

Ryujin rolled her eyes.  “You sure you know how to use your phone?”

Rusty gave her a trademark sassy look as Michael shook his head chuckling.  “Alright, we should get going.  But, seriously Ryujin.  Call if you need anything, ‘kay?”

Ryujin gave a half shrug.  “Sure.”

“Alright, have a good night.”

“Be good for Rusty.”

Rusty blew Ryujin a kiss who rolled her eyes as she tried to suppress a smile.  Maybe it was because Rusty was so expressive, but Ryujin found it harder to keep a straight face around her.

“No promises.”

Rusty rolled her eyes as she left the room with Michael.  Ryujin gave a sigh as she stared up at the water-stained ceiling.

Just wait for the car to leave and-

She listened as a car engine suddenly spurred to life before zooming off to some distant horizon.  She gave a stretch before she walked out the back door and climbed the ledge up to the roof.  It wasn’t exactly a pretty sight, the smog from the refinery blocking out the stars in the night sky as flames and lights roared from the factory, but she was used to it.

After all, this was where life seemed to dump the people that didn't belong.

Rock bottom.  Like a cherry fallen from a tree only to be buried in so much shit to help the cherries the tree didn’t dump grow better.

That’s just the way the world worked.

She pulled out a joint as she dug into her pockets for a lighter.  She was running low, but she could get more later.  She just needed something now.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Another day down.

Another day to go.

Why are you out here?  Someone told you the party’s inside, right?

She let out a smokey exhale as she leaned back against the roof.

They were from two different worlds.

It didn’t matter what was said when they were on that trip.

Lia lived in a world of stars and greenery and a house that could actually hold up against the rain.

And this was where Ryujin was.

She took another drag as she thought of the smoke leaving Lia’s lungs that rose to the sky like a homesick cloud before she released her own breath to the heavens.

Would her breath seek out Lia’s to blend together in the night sky?

Ryujin closed her eyes as she took another puff.

That was so pathetic.  Did she really think that, maybe, Lia actually understood?  That Lia would actually care?

She knew what she was.  She was a homeless rat that leeched off the people around her.

No one should care about her.

It feels less lonely when you push people away, doesn't it?

She killed her joint as she ran a hand through her hair.

Lia wouldn't understand.  She was better off alone.

And it would only be a matter of time before everyone understood why.

Chapter 5: It'z Summer

Notes:

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They stared up at the clock as the seconds ticked by.  It was probably obvious that they weren’t paying attention in class, but they didn’t care.  After all, it's not like anyone else actually cared about needing to have Homer’s Illiad read before starting the ninth grade, or that the school will still be open for individuals hoping to move onto the advanced track courses, or that Mr. Roland still hasn’t shaved off the gnarly graying mustache he’s been sporting for the past month and a half.

They were all just ready for summer!

Well, at least Yuna was.

And that summer was going to start in three… two…

RIIIIIII

“YES!!!  FREEDOM!!!  SEE YOU LATER SUCKEERR-!!!”

“Sit back down Miss Shin, you have not been excused.”

“BU-!!”

“The rest of you may go.  Have a lovely summer.”

Yuna whined as they slumped onto the ground.

“Wah?!  That’s so unfair!  I was waiting harder than any of the rest of them for summer to start.”

“Well, that was a pathetic display.”

“I bet you she has to stay after because she failed one of her finals.”

Yuna glared at the snickering passerby’s as they exited the room.  They were so lucky Mr. Roland was keeping them back.

“Don’t pay them any mind Yuna,” Chaeryoung replied as she offered them a hand.  “I guarantee you that your announcement that summer has arrived will be the only worthwhile thing they witness for the next three months.”

“Ta ha.  True.  Sometimes I forget I go to school with a bunch of losers.”

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes as she pulled Yuna up.

“Excuse me, Miss Lee, but I still need to speak with Miss Shin.”

“Of course,” Chaeryoung answered as she gave a bow before turning back to Yuna.  “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yeah,” Yuna answered with an exaggerated sigh.  “See you then.”

Chaeryoung offered a soft smile and a wave before exiting the classroom.

Yuna hated being alone.

“Please have a seat Miss Shin.”

They turned their gaze to the seat next to his desk and sighed before droopily stomping their way towards the open seat and slumping in the chair.

“Now, Miss Shin, do you know why I asked you to stay after?”

“Because I’m the only one who brought laughter and joy to your class?”  Yuna asked with an oversized smile as Mr. Roland pushed back his thick glasses.

“No.”

Groan.

“You’re here because I need to inform you that you failed your written assessment.”

Mega groan.

“And I’m certain you know what that means.”

Super seething explosive-

“Gyah, that’s so unfair!  How could I have possibly failed?!  That paper was probably the best thing I’d written in my life!”

“I will admit that your prose had improved, however, after reading your essay it was clear that you had blatantly plagiarized Miss Lee’s work.”

“What?!?!?”

“You were the only two to claim that Medea’s actions were justified.”

“Does that mean that the other twenty kids in the class all copied off each other if they all thought that Jason was the good guy?”

“Miss Shin, just admit that there is no way you could’ve written that assignment on your own.”

“I totally did!  If you paid any fu-” Deep breath.  “-Any attention, you would’ve seen that I hadn’t even started my essay until after Chaeryoung finished!  How could I copy off her if her laptop was put away?!”

“Why did you wait until after she was finished?’

“Are you serious?!”

“Of course I’m serious Miss Shin.  I take my work here very seriously, however you seem to lack the same discipline.”

Gyah!

Don’t flip shit Yuna, don’t flip shit!

Just take a deep inhale.

Inhale…

…

Now let it out.

“Mr. Rowland, I know I may not be the best student on a lot of levels, but you can’t just punish me because you think that my efforts aren’t mine.  Are you seriously going to punish me because I’m trying?!”

“This isn’t a punishment,” Mr. Rowland answered grimly.  “This is a final chance to prove yourself.  Listen to me Miss Shin, if you do not complete summer school, then you will have no choice but to repeat this class.  Now, the first day starts next Monday.  Have a good summer.”

Groan.

“Bye Mr. Rowlaaaaaaand."  Yuna groaned the entire way out of the classroom and down towards their locker before pulling out their phone.  The others better make it to the Hussey Hole tonight.

Otherwise, Yuna would have to get very creative about how to spend their first day of summer.

---

She gave a groan as she wrung the excess water out of her hair.

She had to get her mind off of that shit.

Just find something to distract herself with.  It’d work.

Just stop thinking about the Royal Springs Hotel.  About that day in the court.

About taking the dive off the car.

Ryujin scoffed before coughing out the water she had been rinsing her hair in.  That was so fucking stupid!  Her shoulder gets a little scraped up and everyone treats it like they have to fucking amputate her arm!  And then Lia shows up trying to act all sympathetic.  Like she actually cared.

None of them cared.

At least… none of them should care.

She gave a final wring to her hair before shaking her head to get it a little more dry.

“Ryujin!  Where you at?”

Ryujin immediately turned towards the door as Yeji walked past.

“Whoa, already time for a new color?”

Ryujin scoffed through her nose as she ran her hair through her now blue locks.

“Pink’s a stupid color.”

“Yeah, I thought that was interesting look for you.  Why did you dye it that color in the first place?”

If she shows up, I’ll dye my hair pink.

“You know why.”

“What?  Because of some random shit you said before the party?  Sure, you said it, but no one said you had to fucking do it.”

“I do what I want.”

Yeji gave a chuckle as Ryujin kept her gaze fixed on the mirror.  Just focus on yourself, and things will work out.

“Yeah, we all had that figured out.  That being said, I really hope you want to go to the Hussey Hole.  Yuna’s been planning something for a while now.”

“I swear, I have no idea how that kid could’ve planned shit if they’ve begged us to go there everyday since we got back.”

“Have you been able to make it?”

The scent of weed filled Ryujin's mind as her vision was swarmed with images of rising smoke in a sky of smog.

“What’s it matter?”

“I’ll take that as a no,” Yeji answered as she leaned against the doorframe.  “What gives?  You always go to the Hussey Hole whenever anyone calls for it.”

“Just didn’t feel like it.”

“Right…”

Yeji gave a sigh before she turned back to the hallway.

“Well, looks like I’m gonna have to make sure you get your ass over there.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes as she began to wipe her stained hands.  “You know, no one told you you had to babysit me.”

“And no one told Chaeryoung she had to babysit Yuna.  It’s just what friends do apparently.”

“That so,” Ryujin responded as she walked past Yeji.  “Well, let me know when you find some.”

“Yo!  Ryujin!”

Yeji ran up to Ryujin who had her hands shoved deep in her pockets as she sulked out of the house.

“Geez RJ, what’s up with you these days?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“Well, nothing I’m gonna fucking talk about,” Ryujin answered as she slumped her shoulders again.

“Talking will make you feel better.”

“Bullshit.”

There was a pause as Ryujin stared at the cracked and crooked sidewalk before feeling a tap on her arm.

“Here.”

Ryujin turned to look as Yeji handed her a pack of cigarettes.

“I figured you were probably running low.”

“Yeah,” Ryujin answered as she pulled out one of the cigs and lit it.  “I owe ya.”

“You know, a 'thanks' would be fine.”

“It probably would.”

She took a deep inhale before letting the smoke rise from her lips to split the sky.  She could feel Yeji’s eyes on her, large and concerned.

“You know Ryujin, I worry about you.”

“Well that’s a waste of time.”

“Ryujin…”

She gave a smirk before turning back to Yeji.

“Come on, you know it’s true.  How’d therapy go?”

“Aw!  You have been reading our group messages!”

“You really think I have anything better to do,” Ryujin answered as she let a smirk crack her face.  It wouldn’t be too bad to let loose a little, right?  “Everything going alright?”

“Yeah, the docs said I’m doing good so that was easy to talk over, but she’s asking me how I’m doing with friends and classmates and shit, but I just… I don’t know...”

Ryujin let out a puff of smoke as it rose to the sky.  “You know, I get where she’s coming from.  Like, it makes no sense that a busybody like you is scared shitless of having any real friends.”

“Hey, I have plenty of friends, whether or not you’ll admit you’re one of them.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes as she allowed a smirk to cross her face.  “I’m doing that for your sake.  Otherwise, your therapist will begin to wonder what happened in your childhood to have such shitty taste in friends.”

“Oh fuck you,” Yeji answered with a laugh before she pressed the intercom button.

“Hello?!  Yeji, that better be you!”

“Uh, duh?  Like, seriously Yuna, who else do you think it would be?”

“You can never be too careful!”  The intercom Yuna announced as the apartment door opened.  “Come on in, but watch your back!  And don’t trust anyone!”

“Uh…”

“Does this mean I can go home?”  Ryujin asked as she raised her hand.  “I mean, this sounds like some classified shit.”

“No!  You’re in this too deep Ryujin!  You can’t compromise our mission!”

“Looks like your stuck with us for a while.”

“I still think your therapist should be asking why your friends are such fucking weirdos.”

“You know, I think you need a therapist who’ll ask you the same fucking thing.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes as Yeji gave a laugh.

“Well hurry up Ryujin!  We can’t keep the weirdos waiting!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

She grumbled her way up the stairs as she noticed Yeji booking ahead, but not far enough to lose sight of her.  Yeji was onto her.

“You know, I’m not about to disappear or anything.”

“I just want to make sure since you’ve ghosted on everyone’s texts this week.  I mean, you’re not a ghost, right?”

Yeji began poking Ryujin who swatted her hand away.

“Jesus Yeji, what’s your deal today?”

“Uh, I only got two hours of sleep because I didn’t feel like going to bed for therapy of all things.  What’s your deal?”

“With as nosy as you are, I figured you’d know what my deal is.”

“You mean that you try to convince people you’re an insufferable grump and that this is all an act?”

Ryujin punched Yeji who laughed as she knocked on the door.

“Oh, chill Ryujin.  What’s so wrong with letting people know that you’re actually not that bad?”

“Because I’m honestly a shitty person.”

“Bull.”

The door swung open to reveal Yuna wearing a wife beater and cargo pants with his hair in a beanie.  He looked down each side of the door twice before finally letting them in.

“It’s about fucking time you girls got here!  Do you know how spazzed I’ve been?!”

“You mean, more so than usual?”

“Come on Yeji!  Don’t be so mean!”

“She’s only stating facts squirt,” Ryujin answered as she walked into the room and flopped on the couch.  She wasn’t going to lie, she was actually a huge fan of the Hussey Hole.  It may not have been that big a place to hang, seeing as it was a condo that Yuna had somehow managed to purchase without her parents realizing, but it was the perfect place to just chill.  Definitely the best financial purchase of Yuna’s fourteen years of life.

“Ugh, I don’t have time for your assholelery!”  Yuna shouted as he went straight into commander mode.  “We have some serious issues to discuss!  One of which being…”

He moved towards the window as he pulled down the curtain that had a large sticky note pinned to it with OPERATION: MAKE COUSIN LIA REALLY BE LESS STRESSED in bold letters as there was a diagram of arrows and rectangles and every other shape to make it look like a third grader’s failed arts and crafts project.

“I feel like I should be concerned.”

“Especially with Yuna running this.  Come on Chaeryoung, I thought we trusted you to babysit him?”

“Hey!”

“Well, I did recommend we refer to this as operation ‘class’ for Cousin Liberation Assistance Squadron, but Yuna stated that was ‘too basic.’”

“Because it is too basic!”  Yuna whined as he pouted next to his sign.  “At least with operation ‘McLurbles’ no one would think it’s a legitimate mission!  It’s foolproof!”

“I hate to admit this, but Yuna does have a point there.”

“Thank you Yeji!  Keep this up and you’ll be promoted to lieutenant general in no time!”

“Uh… thanks?”  Yeji answered with a muddled expression.  “Though I don’t really understand why trying to fix things with your cousin needs to be some fucking military mission.  I mean, everyone probably would figure you’d want to make things work with your cousin, right?”

“An astute question private-”

“Private?”

“Don’t interrupt me!  I said you could become a lieutenant general, not that you are one!  Are you questioning the integrity of this mission?!”

“Possibly.”

Yuna sighed at Yeji’s smirk.  “Okay, look, maybe I’m stressing this, but this is, like, suuuuuuuuper important to me!  Can you just go along with it for a bit?  Please?”

Yeji rolled her eyes.  “I suppose it won’t kill me...  It won’t, right?”

“It just might private!”  Yuna responded as he straightened his back once more.  “Anyways, some of you grunts may be asking, ‘What is the importance of this mission?  Isn’t this a private affair?  Should we really get involved?’ Which is exactly why I assembled this elite squadron to liberate one of our own.”

“Dude, why fucking bother.  It’s not like your cousin wants anything to do with us.”

“Ryujin.”

“Hey!  What’s with that attitude?  You said you were all about helping out!”

“I said I didn’t have anything better to do.”

“Dude, we all know you still don’t have anything better to do.”

“Actually, doing anything is better than this.”

“Seriously Ryujin!  What’s your damage?!”

“Maybe we need a break?”

“Nothing, I just don’t cling to the people who throw me away like trash!”

“Excuse me?!”

“Everyone shut up!”

Yeji turned her gaze to Ryujin.

“You need to either shut the fuck up or get the fuck out.”

“Psh, I wasn’t doing shit.”

“You’re antagonizing Yuna, which is pretty fucked right now Ryujin.”

“Chill, he can take it.”

“Ryujin, what’s going on?”

“Fuck, why does anything have to be going on?!”

“It just seems like-”

“Then that’s your problem if you’re seeing shit.”

“Hey, seriously!  Chaeryoung’s just trying to help!”

“Well, maybe she shouldn’t fucking bother!” Ryujin shouted as she got up.  “Good luck with your ‘cousin makeup mission’ or whatever.  I’m done with this shit.”

“Ryujin!”

SLAM

She waited by the door as she listened to the others left inside.  She knew how it’d likely go.

Yuna would start flipping shit because she walked out.

Yeji would start to state that maybe she went too far.

Chaeryoung would tell them that this was normal and they should all give her space.

Yuna would hesitantly agree as Yeji would mutter some doubts.

Chaeryoung would console her.

“It’s alright Yeji.  Ryujin probably just needs time.  She’ll come to trust us eventually, but we’ll never get it if we try to force it from her.  She’ll tell us if something’s wrong when she’s ready to tell us.”

“Yeah… hopefully…”

Ryujin kept her face plastered as she walked away and descended the stairs.  It didn’t matter if she was alone, she wasn’t going to let anyone know what she truly felt, including herself.

It’d just be better for everyone that way.

---

Yeji groaned as she sunk back into the couch.

She hated whenever Ryujin got that way.

Which wasn’t often.  Well, Ryujin was always antagonizing, but usually it was in a teasing way.  She’d never seen Ryujin act straight up mean though.

Something had to have happened.

“Should we continue on with our mission discussion?”

Yeji sighed.  How could Chaeryoung keep such a level head twenty-four seven?  Like, didn’t it need to sleep or some shit?

“That might be a good idea.”

“Did I go overboard?  I mean, I know the strategy prompter was a bit much, but-”

“Is that what you call the paper scrap you taped to your curtain?”

“Uh, excuse me!  This was a highly expensive holographic teleprompter that cost 80% of all tax revenue in the states!  Show some respect!”

They all laughed as Yeji couldn’t help but shake her head.  She always thought that Yuna could be a bit too childish, but at times like these it made her really appreciate just how light the room could feel with Yuna around.

She had some really good friends.

She hoped Ryujin saw them that way too.

“Alright, on with the mission.”

“Onward!”  Yuna shouted before taking a seat in the recliner.  “So, honestly, I just have no fucking idea how I’m going to get Lia talking to me again.”

“I mean, the trip didn’t go that bad, right?”

“You haven’t been to the Hussey Hole recently.”

Yeji’s eyes immediately widened at Chaeryoung’s comment.

“Yuna, what happened?”

Yuna gave a sigh as he rolled his eyes.  “Oh, you know, just Lia being pissy saying I shouldn’t talk to her and that I need to refer to her as ‘Julia’ now.  Which, what the hell?!  Like, come on, we’ve been cousins all my life!  How could she betray me like this?!”

“But… she seemed fine at the party!”

“She was beginning to open up it appeared, but then she attended that benefits concert.”

“Exactly!  You see, I know this has to be the workings of my Aunt Sujin!”  Yuna announced as he lifted one of the pages off the curtain to reveal a poster saying PUBLIC ENEMY #1.  “She has to be holding Lia hostage using her eeevil auntery ways!  That’s why we have to save her from Sujin’s tyrannical rule so that Lia and I can be cousins again!”

Yeji looked at the poster that had the drawing of an angry woman with flaming hair and lightning shooting out of her eyes.  “Okay, I know things are fucked with Lia, but I don’t think kidnapping’s the answer.”

“Ugh!  We’re not going to kidnap my cousin!  Thanks to my top strategist Chaeryoung, we actually came up with a much better plan!”

“Which is?”

“Mrs. Choi wouldn’t have any reason to keep Lia from talking with us if we were to prove to be an asset.”

“Right, and who needs more assets than the future president?!”

“So…”

“Welcome to Lia’s Official Campaign Committee!”

Yeji watched in shock as Yuna flipped over the poster to reveal a giant sign saying exactly what she shouted as Yuna started shooting confetti cannons all through the room.  How does Yuna find the time to do all this shit?

“Uh… I don’t think I’m qualified for this.”

“Of course you are!  You’re one of my best friends!  Which means, you’re one of Lia’s future best friends!”

“Lucky me.”

Chaeryoung giggled as she gave Yeji a comforting smile.  “Welcome to life with Yuna.”

“I know, I should’ve asked for a job description before signing on as babysitter number two.”

“Hey!”

Chaeryoung gave a full laugh as Yuna pouted at her.  “Chaeryoung, that’s not funny!”

She gave a sigh as she let her final chuckles die down.  “I apologize Yuna, but you know we don’t mean anything by it.  After all, we’re still standing by you on this.”  She turned back to Yeji with a questioning eyebrow raised.  “Right?”

“’Course Yuna.  We’ll totally cousinnap Lia and make her campaign so fucking awesome that they’ll elect her for Mayor of Greenstone.”

“I like your enthusiasm private!”  Yuna announced as Yeji rolled her eyes.  “However, there is more to this mission than campaigning to impress public enemy one.  I suspect that we will have opposition along the way.”

“Why?  Is daddy not gonna approve?”

“Unfortunately, this second obstacle is going to be a bit more nuanced than parental approval.”

Yeji scoffed at the thought.  “What’s more difficult than getting asshole parents to be alright with their kids’ choices.”

“Getting ‘the kid’ themself to be accepting of who they are.”

“Which leads us to our second target.”

He flipped the page that led to PUBLIC ENEMY #2 as Yeji stared at the blown up picture of someone’s school photo that had teeth colored in to make it look like they were missing, devil horns, an eyepatch with red sharpie drawn to trickle out of it and spotty drawn on facial hair.

“Well, that guy can’t be hard to miss.”

“Yuna may have gone overboard with his… embellishments.”

“Hey! This is an accurate representation of who we’re looking for!  Trust me, I saw his soul, and it looked exactly like this!”

“You know, that almost sounds flirty.”

“UGH!  Gross out Yeji!  You don’t even know this asshole!”

“And who is he exactly?”

“He’s the fucker running for Student Body President!”

“So… he’s running against Lia?  I mean, that seems pretty normal.”

“You’re forgetting the fact that he’s an asshole!"

“So are most white guys.”

“The unfortunate reality of our time.”

Yeji high fived Chaeryoung as Yuna groaned.

“Urgh, none of you are listening to me!”

 Yeji slowly reigned in her laughter as she wiped one of her eyes.

“Alright, sorry, what were you saying again?”

“This guy is an asshole!”

“I think you already said that.”

“He’s running for Lia’s position!  Also we think he might try to use some… underhanded... tactics... in order to win.”

“Like what?"  Yeji asked sincerely confused.  "Hire a hitman?”

“Dammit Chaeryoung!  Why didn’t we think of that?!”

“Because that’s illegal.  Not to mention highly unethical.”

“It’s not unethical!  We’d be saving the world from his future shittery!  It’s for the greater good! Just ask J.S.M.!”

“I don’t believe John Stuart Mill ever stated that Utilitarianism was a theory that could ever justify murder,” Chaeryoung responded before turning back to Yeji.  “And, no.  We don’t believe that he would physically harm her, but we do believe that he may try to manipulate things to convince Lia to drop out of the running.”

“Manipulate things how?”

Chaeryoung turned to look at Yuna who dropped his head with a sigh.

“Look, I hate discussing Lia’s shit, but since you’re willing to help us out I probably should tell you.”

A pause fell heavy in the air as Yeji watched Yuna patiently before-

“Lia’s a lesbian.”

Another pause settled over them as Yeji began nodding her head.

“Sooo… is that it?  Cuz, no offense, but I think I figured that shit out when she tried to suck Ryujin’s tonsils out of her throat.”

“Of course that’s not it!  Though I must admit I am proud that Lia’s trying new things...”

“Yuna…”

Yuna gave a sigh before shaking his head.  “Okay, okay!  Look, I know you probably knew that, but, the thing is, she isn’t really… out.”

“Okay…” Yeji drawled as she scrunched her face.  “I still don’t get what this has to do with Captain Eyepatch up there.”

“Well… he knows…”

She raised an eyebrow as she stared at the face on the curtain.  “How?  Did she date him or something?”

“God!  Gross, no!”

“Then how-?”

“Everyone at our schools knows Lia’s a lesbian!… it's just…”

Yuna’s thought died out as Chaeryoung gave a sigh.

“Everyone at our school knows Lia’s a lesbian because someone witnessed her and another girl… well… you get the idea.  And after that the news spread and…”

They all went silent as Yeji shook her head.

“What a bunch of shitheads.”

“You’re telling me.  Lia didn’t talk to me for the rest of the school year, and even spent the next two years in home school.”

They all went silent as Yeji twiddled with her thumbs in her lap.

“You really think that this doofus would use that against her?  I mean, I know you say he’s an ass, but that’s just…”

“Winning's the only thing that matters to him,” Chaeryoung stated somberly.  “If he sees an advantage to it, he’ll use it.  Ambition, after all, is considered a virtue.”

“Ugh, I hate it when you make male shittery make sense.”

“Yeah, which is why I was really hoping that you all could help me out with this.”

Yuna took a seat on the couch as he released a sigh.

“I think Parker’s greatest weapon isn’t that Lia’s a lesbian, but that Lia’s been trying to deny the fact that it ever happened or that she really is a lesbian.”

“Ugh, nothing’s worse than being an outted closet queer.”

“Yeah, I just don’t want him messing with her head anymore.  And I feel like she’d be okay if she was okay being open, but then there’s Aunt Sujin…”

“Family issues around queerness?”

“Definitely dude!  I wouldn’t even know where to begin!”

Yeji gave a sigh as she looked over the curtain poster.

“Well, looks like we’ve got our plan figured out.  So let’s do it!”

Chaeryoung gave a smile as Yuna bolted from his seat.

“Really?!”

“Why not?  It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do this summer,” Yeji answered as she cracked her widest grin.

Chaeryoung returned the smile.  “I am glad you’re lending your support.”

“Yeah, totally!”  Yuna shouted as he bounced in his seat.

“Hey, what am I gonna do, say no to you two?  You’d hound me down and make my place unlivable while you'd make passive aggressive speeches about me being an asshole when you finally become a Supreme Court Justice or some shit.”

“I don’t make passive aggressive comments,” Chaeryoung stated evenly.

“Yeah, and I hound you girls all the time anyway,” Yuna announced as he moved to the fridge and pulled out a twelve pack of beers.  “Anyways, good meeting team.  Let’s take it easy the rest of the night and then we’ll start our mission for real!”

“As long as you keep cranking the booze I’ll do whatever you want!”

“I don’t believe that is legal practice, however, I think we can work something out for you.”

“Fuck legalities Chaeryoung, that’s shit to deal with another time.  For tonight…”

Yuna raised his can as everyone clanked theirs to his in a cheer.

“It’s time to celebrate the first day of summer!”

Chapter 6: Wannabe

Notes:

Welcome back everyone! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for your views, comments and kudos. There is seriously nothing more motivating in writing fanfiction than reading and seeing how much people are enjoying the work, so thank you all so much for your support! Anyways, we have officially made it to the Wannabe era so let's get this show on the road!

MCLURBLES OPERATIVE MISSION LOG:

 

From MCLURBLES GENERAL:

GOOD EVENING SOLDIERS!!!

IT IS NOW 1800 HOURS

WHICH MEANS THAT IT IS TIME TO REPORT ON YOUR MISSION PROGRESS STAT!

…

SOLDIERS!  I CALLED YOU TO ATTENTION!

 

From MCLURBLES GRUNT #1:

TRY USIN MOR CAPS!  MAYB THN WE’L HEAR U BETR!

 

From MCLURBLES GENERAL:

WATCH YOUR SASS PRIVATE!!!

IT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED IN THIS OUTFIT!

NOW: STATUS REPORT!

 

From MCLURBLES STRATEGIST:

I apologize, but I must confess that I was unable to get much done on my mission since I went in to inventory school uniforms, however, I may be able to use what I learn here to our advantage.

 

From MCLURBLES GENERAL:

GOOD WORK STRATEGIST!!!

YOU BETTER NOT BE SLACKING ON ME PRIVATE!

 

From MCLURBLES GRUNT #1:

chil out spazo

im hedin to rjs now

 

From MCLURBLES GENERAL:

FANTASTIC WORK CADET!

I’M CERTAIN THAT ONCE WE HAVE PRIVATE RYUJIN BACK IN OUR OUTFIT EVERYTHING WILL-

 

“Yuna, what do you possibly think you’re doing?!”

Yuna peeked up slightly before returning her attention back to her phone.  “I'm just texting my friends, what’s the big deal?”

“Are you kidding me?!  You’re supposed to be on that runway in thirty minutes, and your busy texting your little schoolgirl friends?!  This is why I hate working with amateurs!”

“Well, this isn’t how I was planning on spending my summer evenings either, so it looks like we both got fucked.”

“Excuse me?!” The man shouted as he placed his palm on Yuna’s screen to force her to look at him.  “You do not use that language with me here!  I know what a trouble maker you are and I will not tolerate any disrespect from you.  Understand?!”

She grimaced at the volume of his voice and the smell of custard on his breath.  Maybe her whole ‘military general’ thing was a little overboard.  This dickhead was definitely convincing her that an overly authoritative figure was unbearable to be around.

“Sure sir.”

“Excuse me!”

“I said ‘yes’ okay?!”

He gave a grunt, staring her down for a moment before walking away.

Yuna gave him the bird.

What a fucking bitch.

She didn’t give a fuck about him, her mother’s career goals for her or anything else those assholes had to say to her.

She had other things she was worried about.

---

Yeji gave a deep sigh as she walked down the pavement.

TING

 

From Captain Spaz:

Ne word from RJ?

 

Yeji rolled her eyes before responding.

 

To Captain Spaz:

Stil hedin ovr

 

She tucked the phone in her back pocket before she raised her head to the sky.  None of them had heard from Ryujin since the Hussey Hole and Yeji was desperately trying to keep that from bothering her.  Ryujin’s a big girl.  She’d be fine.  She didn’t need Yeji checking up on her in between therapy and work and cousin reclamation projects.

Yeji groaned.  How did it feel like she had even less time now that school was out?

Whatever.

She was going to do what she had to do.

Even if she had to drag Ryujin out of the house and beat the anti-socialness out of her.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

She stepped back for a second as she waited for one… two…

Too long.

She reached for the door handle as the door suddenly opened.

“Girl, you have no patience.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t sure if you were home,” Yeji responded as she gave a light chuckle.  “How was your show last night Rustin?”

“It went just fine, thank you,” he answered as he took a long drag of his cigarette.  “You looking for Ryujin?”

“Yeah, do you know where she’s at?”

He gave a bitter chuckle as he flicked the end of his cigarette.  “You think that girl tells me anything?”

Yeji gave a shrug.  “I was hoping she’d talk to at least one of us.”

“You and me both child.”

He took another long drag as his eyes drifted to somewhere far away.

“Well, I’ll let you know if I hear anything from her.  You take care now, ‘kay Yeji?”

“Yeah, you have a good rest of your day Rustin.”

He closed the door as Yeji hopped off the porch.

Well… that was a bust.

She gave a sigh as she pulled out her phone.

 

To Renegade J:

Yo rj.  U alrite?

 

She placed her phone back in her pocket as her fingers twitched to her sides.

All she could do now was wait.

…

Or, she could party.

She gave a sighing chuckle as she continued down the sidewalk.

Yeah, she could use a drink right about now.

---

She walked steadily forward, scissors gripped in her hand as the bricks in the wall blurred in her vision.

She really should've stayed sober for this.

Of course, soberness was a double edged sword.  Sure, she probably would've been more coordinated if she had stayed sober, but then she also probably would've talked herself out of it.

And this was something that had to be done.

She stumbled towards the bathroom sink, holding fast to the stained porcelain as she breathed heavily.

She needed to focus.

After all, she had big plans that she had to put into motion.

And it’d fucking suck if they all fell apart because of some shitty scissor mishap.

She steadied her hand.  Clutching her hair she raised the scissors ever closer to her neck until-

CLIP

The blue strands bled through her fingers as they cascaded down into the sink below.  She took another handful of hair as the scissors tore through it, leaving everything to float into the abyss below.

She was going to leave it behind.

She was going to leave everything behind.

---

Lia gave a groan as she sulked into her seat.

Why did people even bother studying Latin anymore anyways?

Seriously!  It’s a dead language.  No one even spoke it anymore!  So why was the most prestigious school in the country teaching them something so useless instead of something practical, like social skills, or finance?!

She slammed the book shut before curling her arms around her head and looking at her phone.  Any other teenager would be spending their summer hanging out with friends, or going to the beach or anything way more engaging than memorizing vocabulary for a class that didn’t start for another nine and a half weeks.

Of course, any other teenager would have friends.  Or just people in general to hang out with.

She unlocked her screen as her thumb hovered over the Twitter icon before she slammed her phone down.

No!  She needed to let it go!

She would move on, go to college, have her own friends and everything would be fine.

Everything was going to be fine!

She gave a groan as she rose from her seat.  She needed a break.  Anything to get her mind off of school and her deceased social life.  She needed to think of something else.

She sighed as she exited her room.  Thankfully, her house was so grand and elegant that it was basically designed to be wandered for eternity instead of lived in.  She could spend hours upon days looking at the portraits her parents spent tens of thousands of dollars on, or tracing the elaborate prints of gold that framed the hallway walls she wandered past.  She descended the grand staircase as her fingers brushed against the carved figures that held the railing up for whoever may rely on its support before she turned towards the dining room.  The table was overflowing with the most expensive delicacies to have been associated with the human palate.

It was absolutely disgusting.

All this food for one little girl’s birthday that her parents couldn’t be bothered to attend.

She gave a sigh as she walked towards the table, finding a present sitting upright in one of the finely furbished chairs.  She tore the paper from the front as her hands lethargically uncovered the box and opened the lid.

It was a doll.

Just like the gift she got every year on her birthday.  Her parents were very supportive of her porcelain doll collection.

Well, her collection that got displayed in the dining room and was entirely her parents’ idea, but each doll was given to Lia therefore the collection was inherently hers.

She hated the dolls though.

They just sat on the shelves staring.  Watching as the people around them enjoyed the real things of value.  Watching behind a glass wall at people laughing, holding hands, falling in love as they stayed stuck in a cabinet to only ever bear witness to the true wonders of life.

Just sitting still.  Motionless.

Lifeless.

Lia turned the doll over to find a wind-up key.  It looked rather archaic.  Like this doll might’ve been forgotten for such a long time before getting plunked up by her parents to give her a friend as lonely as herself.

She wondered if it still worked.

She turned the key, twisting it gingerly as she tried to not harm the doll.

Her efforts meant little in the end.

The key twisted off, leaving her staring at the doll held in one hand with the key in the other, no longer two parts of a single whole.

It was now broken.

The stoics of the Roman Empire once stated that it was in the nature of all things to break.

She let her hands droop to her side as she dropped the doll key.

Perhaps that was applicable to people as well.

How else could she explain feeling so broken?

---

Politics are always a source of moral struggle.

Chaeryoung grimaced as she looked over her notes.

It would be her third year running for treasurer and she was hoping that she could finally get rid of the bane of so many students' school experience.

She wanted to get rid of their pesky uniform code.

Of course, Chaeryoung knew that the likelihood of her being able to convince administration to eliminate it would be next to impossible.  Administration would claim that the purpose of uniforms was to prevent bullying since adolescents were cruel and would naturally pick on whoever stood out.  Chaeryoung argued that their reasoning diffused the responsibility on bully victims to prevent bullying by blending in with their peers as opposed to teaching their peers to learn to embrace diversity.  She further argued that it was the responsibility of the adults to teach adolescents the skills necessary not just to further their personal careers, but also the skills to build an inclusive and accepting community with the peers around them.  Administration disagreed, stating that, although it was the duty of adults to guide the youth into their future, they claimed that it was the role of adults in an adolescent's community, whether that be their parents, church or other community organizations they were a part of, to teach them about community engagement, but teaching such activities in an academic setting would divert funds from necessary classes resulting in an adolescent's loss of knowledge and undermining the academy.

In essence, another diffusion of responsibility.

So she decided to argue that, if uniforms were utilized to decrease bullying others for being different, why were the students who attended the school on scholarship so often penalized for not having the appropriate uniform.  After all, if the school sees themselves as fulfilling their responsibility by providing uniforms to all students, then there should be no reason for any one student to not be able to provide a uniform.

The administration explained they gave one free uniform to each student and that any other uniforms they may use they would have to pay for.

Chaeryoung pointed out the absurdity of it.  That a student must keep their one uniform clean and presentable for five days in a row with no alternative.

Administration stated that was the student’s responsibility to take care of the uniform, and that administration provided them with everything they needed.

Capitalist, elitist, bullshit.

And they just laughed at her when she asked about students being able to choose between the two gender uniforms.

They were so asinine it made her vomit.

But she could make things happen.

After all, what she was fighting against wasn’t the uniform.

She was fighting against what they represented.

WHIRRRRR

She groaned as she rubbed her temples.  Why was the air conditioning unit so loud?  Of course, it sounded louder than what she was used to.  As well as… closer?

She turned around as she suddenly noticed five drones floating towards the ceiling all with lights trained on her as her mind rushed to comprehend the scene.

What the hell was going on?

---

She gave a laugh as she plopped into the nearest bar stool.

Yeji had so desperately needed this.

Sure, she risked sounding like a fucking alcoholic or some shit by saying this, but she had been sober for too long.  Which was about four days, but still!  That was a long time to go without getting completely shit-faced at some party!  Sure, there was drinking involved at the Hussey Hole that one day, but that didn’t count.

There was something more intoxicating about a party than the drinks could ever provide on their own.

She didn’t know how to explain it, but, it was like finding herself in a room full of people she didn’t recognize triggered something in her brain, telling her 'who gives a fuck if she makes out with that random guy, or runs her hands over that girl’s body, or fucking twerks on the stage by herself as she went absolutely wild?'  It didn’t matter what she did at the club.

After all, it’s not like she’d see any of them after that night.

Well… that statement came with a few exceptions, but those were few and far enough between for her to care.

“Something I can get you miss?”

“Yeah, let me get a Moscow Mule please!’

“Coming right up!”

She spun on her stool as she watched everyone else in the crowd.  What should she do next?  Should she find someone to dance with and hop around till her legs gave out, or should she try her hand at buzzed billiards for the night?

Who the fuck was she kidding?  Billiards were boring as hell!

She gave a laugh as she spun again before pulling out her phone.

 

From Captain Spaz:

YJ!!!  PLEES PLEES PLEEEEEES TEL ME U HERD FROM RJ!

 

To Captain Spaz:

Sry I’l let u kno if I do

 

She scrolled through her contacts before getting to the one she was looking for.

 

To Renegade J:

yo rj! meet @ blazin eifl I need a dans prtnr!

 

She hit send as the bartender delivered her drink and she beamed him her brightest smile.

“Thanks so much!”

“Of course.  Let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

He left with a wink as she rolled her eyes at his antics.  Tony could be a bit much at times, but he’d never spiked her drink or busted her ass, which was more than enough for her.

She pulled out her wallet before she grimaced.  Based on the two Lincolns and six Washingtons residing there, last call was going to be hitting Yeji early that night.

She hated having to budget everything.

It didn’t help that she basically volunteered to work as Ryujin’s charity worker.

And that she had to cover most of her other expenses.

She shook her head vigorously before she stared back at her drink.

She wasn’t going to think about that.

She downed her drink before slamming the glass against the bar and moving back into the crowd.  She maneuvered her way into the center of the mob as she let herself completely go.  She wasn’t going to worry about Yuna or Ryujin or money or therapy or anything else.

That could all wait.

Right now, she just needed an evening of lost inhibitions to the thrum of heavy dance music and the swell of drunkenness washing over her brain.

And everything else could just work itself out.

---

Ryujin stared back at herself as she inspected her hair in the mirror.

It was perfect.

She knew watching Rusty all those days working on her makeup was going to pay off eventually.  Sure, there were some botchy areas, but they were easy to overlook.

It’s not like anyone was going to pay much attention to it anyways.

Ryujin gave a chuckle as she pulled out a blunt and took a long drag.  She had been holding off for far too long to not take in as much of the drug as she possibly could in that one huff.  Now she could finally let go.  Let go of all the strings that held her back as she became a kite that took off for the stratosphere.  Going higher than the clouds and the smoke and the stars that she was always told she'd never reach.  It was the perfect time to let go as the thrumming of the music on the other side of the brick wall banged against her ears.  She started dancing wildly as she let everything go.

She was going to let everything go.

CREEEE-

She lethargically turned towards the girl who stumbled in as they caught themselves against the wall.

Guess she wasn’t the only one getting shit-faced that night.

Ryujin took another puff as she released the smoke in the small space.

“You alright?”

The girl perked up as her rosy cheeks made her blue eyes contrast even further.

She was pretty cute.

“Oh, sorry!  I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything!”

The way she giggled and hiccupped made Ryujin think that she actually didn’t care whether she was interrupting anything or not, but that just meant that the alcohol was doing its job.

Maybe she should spring for a drink.

“You’re fine,” Ryujin answered as she leaned against the wall between the sinks.  “Don’t let me stop you from doing… well… whatever the fuck you were gonna do.”

“Oh!  Heeheee, I actually just came here for a break.  That party’s pretty wild out there.”

“Yeah, they tend to be that way.”

The girl hummed as she moved her long brown locks behind her ear.

“So… what were you doing in here?  I mean, you know the party’s out there, right?”

Ryujin’s fingers clenched the joint just that much tighter before she took in a deep breath.

Fucking drunk bitches.  Why did they always bother her?  Why didn’t they just leave her alone?

Why didn’t Lia fucking leave her alone?!

She took in another inhale of her joint before releasing it as she eyed the girl from the side.

Maybe this was what she needed.

“I heard,” Ryujin answered as she released another smoke puff.  The smoke swirled around her like a spell as she kept her gaze completely disinterested in the girl she was talking to.  “But I always believed that the best part of the party is what happens behind closed doors.”

“Oh really?”  The girl responded as she moved through the smoke to be in front of Ryujin.  “Liiiike... what kinds of things?”

“Just things,” Ryujin answered as she snuffed her blunt against the bathroom sink.

“Aw, stop teasing me!”  The girl whined before she gave another giggle.  “Besides, now I’m curious.”

She leaned in closer as she began to twirl Ryujin’s now short hair.

“Maybe you could show me what you’re talking about.”

Ryujin immediately grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the wall.  Shock riddled the girl’s face as a small smirk crossed Ryujin’s.

“As you command, princess.”

She pressed her lips against the girl’s feeling the girl’s hands run up her arms and her leg rubbing against her thigh.

She was just another drunk bitch.

Lia was just another drunk bitch.

She would forget about her eventually.

They would all drown out in the sea of intoxicated memories as she would moved on with her life.  And they would all move on with their own.  Ryujin would fade away as nothing more than a hazy memory of a night they couldn’t remember.

And it would be better for them all that way.

---

She groaned as she stared at the ceiling.

Would it be improper to say she was bored?

She scoffed.  Of course it would.  That would be admitting to being human.

She rose up as she stared at the books and dolls that were scattered around her.  No matter what she did to entertain herself, nothing felt in any way substantial.

This life was so dull.

Dull and isolating.

The two greatest banes to any adolescent’s sanity.

Groan.

TING

Her eyes fluttered open as she looked at the disorder around her.  She was going to have to put away all the miscellaneous objects she had pulled out later.  But that could wait for now.

It’s not like she was going anywhere.

She turned behind her to find her phone as she lethargically tapped the message icon.

 

From DO NOT RESPOND:

Hey cuz

I kno u rnt suposd 2 tak 2 me wich is fine but…

I just wantd 2 wish u a happy birthday

& kno that I’l always hav ur bak

No matr wat

 

She brushed her thumb over the message as nostalgia rained over her.

She missed Yuna.

Yuna was always her greatest companion, there for her in every misadventure, grand or small.

Of course, with Yuna there, they tended to be bigger misadventures than smaller ones.

Like the time Yuna decided they should see who could slide down the banister the fastest?  Poor Yuna broke her arm thinking going down head-first would make her more ‘airodienamik.’

They used to get into all kinds of trouble.

At least, until Lia did something to get her in the greatest trouble of all.

…

It was stupid.

It was stupid that she was stuck at home again.  After all the battles of going back to school, convincing her parents that everything would be fine.

Convincing her parents that what happened with Aubrey was a misunderstanding.

She gave a deep sigh as she rose from her spot.  She couldn’t think about that right now.

She needed to do something.

Her eyes trailed the long table with all the delicacies laid out in an order to inspire the most talented of realist painters.

Yuna would dare her to mess it up.

Lia laughed.  Yuna hated the pretentiousness of their lives.  Where did she even learn that attitude from?  Lia would’ve never dared to think of things like that!

Not without Yuna’s influence at least.

But, in contrast to Yuna’s rebelliousness, Lia learned patience, which was both a dread and a wonder to Yuna.

After all, anyone could deface the dinner table.

However, it took a truly skilled and disciplined lady to be able to walk across such a busy table without budging a single item.

She stepped onto the platform with heels absolutely obnoxious to wear in any situation besides sitting on a couch and gossiping with neighbors as she held her arms out to steady herself.  The balance was a little off, but that was okay.

After all, she was a lady.

And a lady wouldn’t dare to ruin such a fabulous feast.

Not.  At.  All.

---

Yuna released a sigh as she set her phone down.  She knew better than to expect Lia to respond.  She just couldn’t help but feel like it would be wrong to not text her.  After all, she had a pretty good idea what Lia was doing right now.

Being bored and lonely.

Just like her parents liked her for some reason.  As if they believed Lia was born of fucking angels or some shit and any interaction with normal people would defile her.

It was so fucking stupid.

Just like it was stupid that her mom was making her do a runway for one of her new fashion lines or whatever.  She fucking hated these preppy little runway projects her mother forced her on.

Don’t get her wrong, she was all about dressing up and looking pretty, but when it was her idea and on her terms.  She hated feeling like her body was just a canvas for anyone else to paint on.

She could define her own identity.

She gave a light chuckle as she pulled off the heels at her feet.

And she wasn’t afraid to let anyone know it.

She stood in front of the curtain.  Her heart was throbbing in her chest, and she absolutely loved it.  The adrenaline.  The rush.  The freedom.

"And now, modeling Shin Subin's 'Summer Tidings' collection, we have-"

“HUSSEY IN DA HOUSE!!!”

She threw open the curtains before striking a pose at her announcement.  She knew all eyes had to be on her at this moment, which was exactly what she wanted.  She flitted her skirt at the crowd, danced to the beat of the music, and waved to the people that she knew were filming her every move.

She was going to make sure everyone got to see her for who she was.

Actually, why was she banking on everyone else to deliver the message?

She pulled out her phone, ignoring the manager’s nonverbal threats in the background as she waved at him through her phone camera before continuing to dance and spin on the runway.

She was going to live her life in her way.

And no one out there could stop her.

---

Chaeryoung tore through the school uniforms as the drones continued to chase after her.

Why were there drones in the school closet?

Or, more importantly, who was controlling them?

She ducked behind a row of uniforms as the drones flew past.

She had a clear line to the exit now.

She had to take it.

She rushed forward as the drones clambered after her.  Once she made it to the exit, she could gather her bearings and work on her campaign another time.  The drones would be irrelevant at that point and-

There was a laugh.

Her eyes widened as she listened to the sinister sound.  She recognized that tone!

She immediately turned as the drones paused in the air.

“Parker Jones, I know that’s you.”

The drones buzzed slowly, as if concerned that their plot had been uncovered.  With the weight of defeat the drones lowered to the ground as the infuriating blonde and a dark haired boy with a crew cut and blue eyes rose with him from behind a uniform line.

“Chaeryoung.  What a pleasure to see you again.”

She clenched the flashlight in her hand tighter as she steadied her breathing.  A part of her was telling her to pull out her pepper spray and book it, but she knew how that would be misconstrued.  After all, it would probably make her campaign look rather poor if she assaulted another council candidate.

She would just have to use her other weapon at hand.

“Cornering a woman in a dark isolated place is hardly becoming behavior.  I hope you do understand my right to defend myself should I find myself threatened.”

“True, though the real question is would the school administration see you as being threatened.  After all, it’s difficult to prove much with the cameras in this room since they have no audio.”

“Very true, which is precisely why I am recording this conversation so that I have all evidence of my experience with you here at my disposal should need be.”

“Tch, you can’t record without my permission.”

“Correction, I can’t use what has already been recorded as evidence since it was recorded without your consent, however, you now have knowledge that I am recording this conversation which means that you either consent to having your next statements recorded to be used as evidence before our school authority, or the law if the need arise, or you choose to end this conversation, walk away, and have all our future conversations mediated by an unbiased third party.”

Parker went silent for a moment as his friend seemed to wait for his response.

Then he chuckled.

“It seems Parker wasn’t kidding about your limitless paranoia.”

Chaeryoung shifted her gaze to the other.  “I apologize, but I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”

“My name is Brian Mackey,” the student introduced with a slight bow.  “And I will be your opponent in the running for treasurer.”

“I look forward to a good campaign,” Chaeryoung answered a bit forcibly.  “Now, if there is nothing else you need-”

“Haha, need something?  From you Chaeryoung?  Of course not,” Parker answered in a bitter tone.  “Just know that your position for treasurer is by no means yours, so don’t grow complacent.  I will do everything in my power to ensure that Brian takes that position to restore our academy to its previous glory.”

“In no offense, I do believe I provide a better… representation… of our current student body.”

“That may be true, however, it is up to the student body whether they want you to represent them or not.”

“And we’ll make sure that they see that you and Julia have no right to be representing them,” Parker stated as he lifted his chin in a scoff.  “In any case, Brian and I must be leaving.  The hour is getting late.”

“I bid you adieu.”

Brian announced his farewell with a flourish and a bow as Parker stomped his way out of the room.  It didn’t take them long to be gone, though Chaeryoung couldn’t help but notice that they failed to take their drones with them.  They were probably expecting the custodial personnel to pick them up for them.

Entitled pricks.

She gave a sigh as she waited another ten minutes before leaving.  She didn’t want to risk them waiting for her elsewhere where they could catch her unaware.  And now that Brian was involved in this drama she would need to study up on his affiliations with the school and strategize how to best compete against him for treasurer.

Aw the depravity of politics.

TING

Chaeryoung moved out of her recording app to find the notification on Instagram that let her know that HipHopHussey had updated their story.  She cracked a smile.

At least one of them seemed to have had a productive evening.

---

Lia gave a bitter laugh as she collapsed in the field of feathers.

Maybe she went a little overboard.

But who was around to care?

Who cared that she swung the chandelier that she and Yuna would practice their Tarzan screams on as they’d leap across the dining room?  Who cared that her birthday cake got spattered all across that random flower portrait that her parents bought at an exorbitant price from some business auction?  Who cared that she was having pillow fights with herself in the dining room of all places?

That’s what was so incredible about her life.

No one cared.

She clutched her fingers into the feathered floor before raising them up to release the wispy figures.

It was better that no one cared.

She couldn’t let anyone down who didn’t care.  This all would be cleaned up long before her parents had any idea what had happened.

And she would continue to pretend to be the perfect little doll.

---

She stumbled through the abandoned park as she took the joint back to her lips.

This was how things always ended.

It was the way things had to end.

After all, nobody cared about her.

She was just there to have a good time like everyone else.  Nothing more ever came from it.

It was stupid of her whenever she hoped it would.

But she knew better.  She knew that she was nothing but trash.  She knew she’d just be thrown away later.

Which is why she always made it a point to leave first.

Ryujin took a long drag of her joint as she stared at her reflection in the glistening lake water.  It was different having her hair in a bob, but it suited her.  She probably should’ve dyed her hair again, but it would be fine.

No one would find her.

And everyone else would be better for it.

---

She cracked the door open as she looked for any sign of light.  Perhaps she was simply being overprotective, but she just felt like she couldn’t go home before stopping by.

After all, if everything was fine then she’d not find anyone.  If something was wrong, then she knew she’d find her there.

Just as she did when she turned on the light to the bedroom.

“I was fairly certain I’d find you here.”

Yuna still had donned the yellow dress that glowed almost as bright as her personality as she laid somberly on the bed.

“I figured you’d drop by.”

“Of course,” Chaeryoung answered as she took a seat next to her dearest friend.  “Whenever you set a trending hashtag it is usually a fair sign that you aren’t planning on going home that night.”

“Yeah, my parents are gonna fucking kill me for that one,” Yuna answered with a rising sigh.  “I hate those modeling shoots.”

“I am actually in immense shock that your parents continue to have you model for them.”

“I know!  It’s like they want their careers to end up in a fucking dumpster!”  Yuna shouted as she whined before laying back against the bed.  “Why can’t they just leave me be.”

“Because many would consider leaving a minor alone to be negligence.”

Yuna gave a scoffing chuckle.  “I forgot, anything that a teenager wants is for some reason illegal.”

“I’m certain you’ll be saying that well into adulthood.”

“Hey!  I’ll have less to complain about when I can drive and drink legally!”

“Actually, that’s illegal even well into adulthood.”

“Fuck you,” Yuna answered with a laugh.  “You know what I mean.”

“I know.”

Yuna continued to giggle as Chaeryoung gave a soft chuckle.  She knew this whole conversation was a deflection, but she also knew that Yuna would tell her what was going on when she was ready.

“I’m so tired of having to pretend all the time.”

Chaeryoung’s shoulders immediately drooped with her sigh.  “I know.”

“Like, why do people have to tell me what to fucking wear all the time?!  I have to wear a skirt to school, I have to wear heels on the runway, I have to do this, or present as that or…”

She released a sigh.

“I just wanna be me.”

“I know Yuna,” Chaeryoung answered as she placed her hand on Yuna’s knee.  “I know.”

A pause settled over them as Chaeryoung stared straight ahead.

“Chaeryoung?”

She turned her large brown eyes towards the girl lain across the bedcovers who looked at her droopily.

“Can you stay here tonight?”

Chaeryoung gave a soft smile and a nod as Yuna turned her head back to the ceiling.

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” Chaeryoung answered.  “I’m here whenever you need me.”

Yuna gave a sigh as she sank deeper into the mattress.

“I know Chaeryoung,"  Yuna answered as her eyes slowly closed.  "Thank you Chaeryoung.  I love you.”

"I love you too Yuna," Chaeryoung responded as a small smile crossed Yuna's lips.  Her body soon went limp as light snores escaped her while Chaeryoung gave a sigh.

The summer was already kicking off to be a strange one.

She just hoped that they had gotten over the worst of it.

Chapter 7: Ting Ting Ting

Notes:

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She gave a groan as she hugged the covers tighter.

She could sleep for just another five minutes, right?

Let’s see, she didn’t have therapy till the end of the week, school was out for summer and-

Fuck, she had to work tonight.

Yeji groaned as she rolled onto her back.  She fucking hated work!

Well, she didn’t hate work.  She just hated anything that took up her time.

Which was usually work.

She gave a sigh before she sat up and stretched.  She had no idea how much time she had before her shift, but if she didn’t get her morning chores done her brother would be pissed.  She yawned as she pulled herself out of bed and walked into the living room/kitchenette that made up seventy percent of their basement dwelling.  She was certain this was where the broke ass vampires lived when they couldn't afford rent in their fancy castles or mansions anymore, but, she digressed.

Yeji gave an audible yawn as she sat at the table.  “Morning Youngjae.”

“Afternoon Yeji,” her brother responded as he placed a grilled cheese on the table.  “Enjoy lunch.”

“Fuck, man, what time is it?”

“A little past one,” Youngjae explained cheerily as he set another sandwich in the frying pan.  “You have a good night?”

“Definitely!  I don’t even remember how I got home.”

“You know that terrifies me, right?”

“Oh chill, I was perfectly fine.  I didn’t even get drunk last night.”

“Couldn’t afford it?”

“Yeah… I hate drinking without Yuna and Chaeryoung.”

He gave a laugh as the grilled cheese sizzled in the pan.  “Honestly, I do too.  At least Chaeryoung will make sure you all get home safe.  Without her around who knows what’ll happen.”

“Hey!  I’m more than capable of taking care of myself you know!”

“I’m sure that’s why you can’t remember getting home last night.”

Yeji nibbled at her sandwich as she grimaced.  “I already told you I didn’t get drunk.  Shit like that’s just not worth remembering.  It’s like locking the door or some shit.  You never bothering remembering every time you do something you do all the time.”

“If you say so.  Regardless, you better not forget to take out the trash and grab the mail.  I have a client coming in in an hour and I can’t have this place smelling like a dump.”

“Yeah, I’ll get to it,” Yeji answered as she fought a stringy piece of cheese from her sandwich before successfully getting the bite.  “How’d your evening go?”

“It went well enough,” he answered before setting the sandwich on a plate and sitting to eat with Yeji.  “Just another day on the job.”

“Which one?”

Youngjae rolled his eyes before swallowing down a bite.  “The one that doesn’t run out of our basement.”

“So, long and grueling?”

“It pays the bills, and that’s what we need right now.”

Yeji chewed for a moment as her eyes became glued to the plate.  “Why don’t you-”

“Yeji, we’ve discussed it,” he answered solemnly as he continued to eat his grilled cheese as casually as possible.  “There’s no way I could afford it.”

“But I’m-”

“You help enough Yeji,” he answered as he finished his last bite.  He got up and ruffle Yeji's hair before he turned on the sink.  “Honestly, just because I decided to grow up to be a bum doesn’t mean it’s your job to look out for me.”

“Youngjae, no bum works two jobs,” Yeji answered with a frown.  “I can help out.”

“Thanks, but no kid should work two jobs, and, quite frankly, it’s my job to babysit you, not the other way around.”

“Rude.”

“You can handle it,” he answered as he moved his plates to the sink and started to wash them.  “Anyways, just get your chores done.  That’s all I really need from you.”

Yeji groaned as she placed her dishes on the counter before opening their medicine cabinet.

“Yeah I’ll get to it.”

She quickly unscrewed one of the medicine bottles as Youngjae handed her a glass full of water.  She downed her pill and chugged the water before handing it back to Youngjae and moving past him to get to the garbage.

So mundane it was forgettable.

Of course, that didn’t mean she complained any less about it.  Like, how taking out the trash was a fucking pain with all the fucking stairs she had to scale just to get to the fucking curb!

She gave a sigh.  She couldn’t change the fact that basement dwelling made taking out the trash difficult.  Also, there was only so much she had to complain about with Youngjae taking care of so much shit.  She hated that Youngjae seemed so worried about finances.  Maybe she’d cut back on partying this week and give Youngjae a little extra on her rent payment.

Or maybe she’d convince Yuna to buy out the bar for her again so that she doesn’t have to spend her own money.

She gave a chuckle as she tossed the bag in the garbage.  That was a good night.  They should really go to the club again at some point.

The smile failed to leave her face as she opened the grey, square mailbox.  A crumpled up ball of paper fell out that caused her to look at it curiously.  She picked it up finding fifty dollars crumpled inside and a scrawled note.

Told ya I owed ya

She tilted her head at the note for a moment.  Ryujin had to have known that she owed her way more than that, right?

TING

 

From Rustin:

Hey yj. Thers bn a prblm

 

Yeji immediately crumpled the note as dread filled her soul.

That fucking dumbass!

---

Chaeryoung’s eyes flitted across the page as her mind was running a million miles a minute on anything but what she was looking at.

She was going to have to strategize how to best campaign against Brian Mackey.

Looking through the school directory at his virtual profile, he was head of the theatre department, which actually explained a lot about her meeting with him the prior night.  It also turned out that he and Parker were both part of the boy’s fencing team, which also made a lot of sense.  They always seemed to have complaints about the way she handled being treasurer.

It was pretty improbable that she’d get any votes from them anyway.

“You’re sharp.  Again.”

She grimaced as she repositioned her hands on the violin before she began again.  She didn’t fully understand why she was required to spend an hour of everyday practicing the violin.  She didn’t hate playing it per se, but it was irritating to devote so much time to something that she deemed little more than a past time.  Of course, she knew in the back of her mind she wouldn't have minded these lessons if she weren't the sole pupil in the room like back when she wasn't an impromptu only child.

TING

“You paused.”

She gave a sigh as she let her arms fall to her sides.  “I apologize Ms. Morozov.  May we please take a break?  I’m feeling rather parched.”

“No need.  Our time is up.  I shall see you again tomorrow.”

“Of course.  Have a good day.”

With a flourish, Ms. Morozov grabbed her purse and walked out the door as Chaeryoung put her violin away.  She only had five minutes to transition from violin to enhanced law, to Latin, to open debate about her taking the advancement exams.

She felt truly drained.

She gave a sigh as she picked up her phone before her eyes widened.  She immediately responded before grabbing her shoes and rushing out the door with a surge of adrenaline.

Advanced Law would just have to wait.

---

Yuna sulked in her seat as she stared at the board.

How did she end up having to spend her summer here of all places?

Oh, right, she failed her final.

Fuck Mr. Roland and his shitty-ass grading mechanism.  Fuck her parents for deciding that doing summer school would be a good thing for her.  Fuck her life for being so full of shitty adults who were just trying to pass her off as someone else’s problem.

Just fucking fuck.

“Miss Shin!”

“Wah, I was listening!”

Snickers escaped the classmates behind her as she slumped her shoulders.

“I don’t understand what the rest of you find so funny.”

They all immediately went quiet as a smirk crossed Yuna’s face.  'Bout fucking time someone shut them up.

“That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook Miss Shin.  Make sure you’re paying attention.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She groaned as she stared back at the board.  What did it matter if she was paying attention?  They were just going over their schedule, expectations, and all the other shit the teachers talk about when it’s the first fucking day of school.  She could read all about that shit on the syllabus when she got home!”

TING

“Miss Shin!”

“Sorry!  I’m sorry!”

“Phone.  Now.”

Yuna grimaced as she reached for her phone. She slowly pulled it out to hand to Ms. Calister but stopped short when she saw the message that popped up on her screen.  She immediately froze as the words blared against her eyes.

“Miss Shin.”

“I-I gotta go!”

“Miss Shin!”

She bolted out of her desk as she busted out the school doors with the words on her phone searing into her head.

 

From MCLURBLES GRUNT #1:

Rjs gone

---

She took a deep inhale of the smoggy metropolitan air.

This was freedom.

Freedom was sneaking into the house of the two random fuckers that, for some reason let her stay there, and clearing out all her shit while they were out for the night.  Freedom was paying back her debts so that there would be nothing left to tie her there.  Freedom was leaving her phone at the house of the rich kid who paid for it because some fucker was worried she would do exactly what she was doing right now.

Freedom, was not having to care about anyone.

Which was always for the better.  Ryujin knew, in the end, no one fucking cared about her.

They’d all realize it once she was gone.  She wasn’t anyone worth missing.

She tightened the straps of her backpack as she walked ahead.  She still had to get to the bus station, but once she was there, she’d be gone for good.

And everyone would be better for it.

---

Chaeryoung maneuvered her way through the crowded street as she made her way deeper into the heart of the city.

Why was everyone always out when there was an emergency?

It probably had something to do with the fact that it was mid-afternoon on a summer day.  People tended to have developed a habit of taking off work to be with their families once the school year has ended.

It was nice.

It was also irrational.  After all, they had seventy other days they could take time off to be with their kids.

She gave a sigh.  It was what it was.

At least she finally made it to her destination.

She looked up at the sign that had a cracked six-sided die and the word Dicey in italics and DAYS in capitol bold letters.  Ryujin mentioned this was her favorite bar stating it had a name as shady as she was.  A soft smile warmed Chaeryoung’s face.

It’s always in the midst of tragedy that one feels reminiscent.

She entered the doors of the weathered brick building as she began to look around.

“Hey Chaeryoung,” the bartender greeted as she walked in.  “Need something?”

“I’m actually wondering if Ryujin came in here recently.”

“I haven’t seen her,” the bartender stated as they wiped down the counter.  “Doesn’t mean she didn’t sneak in here though.  Weekend staff are so lazy around here.”

“Do you know if anyone saw her?  We’ve been looking since last night.”

“No one told me,” they stated as they gave the counter another spray.  “My guess is, if she did come by here, she took the alley entrance.”

“I’ll investigate it.”

“Hey,” Chaeryoung raised an eyebrow as they leaned over.  “Is everything alright?  Rustin was in a mood this morning.”

“That’s what we’re trying to determine.”

“Fair enough.  I’ll let Rustin know if I see her.”

“That would be most helpful, thank you.”

She gave a slight bow before she wandered to the back exit.  It led to the bathrooms as well as the side exit of the bar that Ryujin had the habit of sneaking in through when she didn’t want to be caught.  She’d want to check the alley out there afterwards.

She stepped into the bathroom.  She wasn’t sure what logically compelled her to, but if she was certain of anything it was this:

Ryujin could be anywhere.

So she may as well check everyplace she knew Ryujin potentially would step a foot in.  Of course, with the pungent smell of weed she wanted to believe Ryujin was there.  Not that it couldn’t have been any of the other patrons to Cassidy’s establishment, but still.

She wanted to believe.

At least until the color blue caught her eye within the sink.

She wanted to stop believing then, but the evidence was too real.

She pulled the hair out of the sink as her gaze darkened at the sight of it.

Ryujin didn't do this on a whim.

Ryujin was gone.

And she wouldn’t be found unless she wanted to be found.

---

“What the fuck is happening?!”

“I think it’s pretty fucking obvious what's happening.”

“Okay, I’m not a fucking idiot Yeji!”  Yuna snapped as she groaned into the park bench.  “Just, why the fuck would Ryujin do this?!”

“I don’t know and I don’t fucking care right now,” Yeji answered.  “Right now, I just wanna know where her sorry ass is.”

“Could she be-?!”

“I don’t fucking know!” Yeji shouted.  “I mean, she’s not at the bar, the park, the alley, or anything!  I don’t know where to look anymore!”

“Yeji-”

“Look, I’m gonna try the bus station.  Just… let me know if you find anything.”

Yuna sat there listening as the dial tone played before her shoulders slumped.

How could this be happening?

She gave a scoff.  Honestly, why were they all surprised.  They all knew in their heads this was likely to happen, but their hearts screamed at them that this never would.  That, despite the logic behind it, friendship would drown out whatever the fuck Ryujin was worried about and they’d all live happily ever after like some fucking kid’s cartoon.  They knew it was unrealistic.  They saw the signs.

At least, in hindsight they could tell themselves that.  Not that it mattered.  Once Chaeryoung sent the picture of Ryujin’s hair in the bathroom sink they all knew what it meant.

Ryujin was gonna start over.

Start somewhere new.

Start somewhere without them.

She curled her legs up on the park bench.  This was Ryujin’s favorite place to think.

Did she plan her getaway from this bench?

Did she show up her after she cut her hair in the club bathroom?

Should one of them have chased after Ryujin after she walked out of the Hussey Hole?

She hugged her knees tighter as she stared out across the lake.

Was there anything they could even do anymore?

“Yuna?”

She immediately looked up as Chaeryoung slowly walked towards her.

“Any sign of Ryujin?”

Yuna gave a defeated sigh as she shook her head.

“I don’t understand Chaeryoung.”

She slumped onto the park bench as tears welled in her eyes.

“Why is this happening?”

Chaeryoung moved to sit next to Yuna and began to rub small circles into Yuna’s back.

“Ryujin’s struggling, but she’ll be fine,” Chaeryoung answered as she turned back to give a soft smile.  “It’ll be alright Yuna.  She wouldn’t leave us for long, we’ll find her.”

Yuna gave a sniff as she turned her watery eyes towards Chaeryoung. “You promise?”

Chaeryoung gave a soft smile so slight that Yuna had to seek it out as Chaeryoung nodded her head.

She was lying.

Yuna hugged her knees tighter as she fought back the tears in her eyes.

It wasn’t fucking fair!

Why was Ryujin doing this?!  Why did she just abandon them with no warning?!

Why didn’t she tell them what was going on?!?!

“It’s going to be okay Yuna,” Chaeryoung responded softly as the soft circles became more firm.  “It’ll be okay.”

Yuna couldn’t bring herself to say anything.  It would feel too much like agreeing.  Instead she sniffed as she wiped her tears and put on a stern expression.  “We should keep looking.”

“I’ll see if I anyone’s seen her at any of the coffee shops.  You take your time, okay?”

Yuna just nodded as Chaeryoung gave a sigh.  Yuna knew she was hesitant to go, but she also knew Chaeryoung would go off anyways.

After all, Ryujin needed them more than Yuna did.

So why the hell was Yuna being such a crybaby over it?

It was so pathetic!  Here Ryujin was gone, for what could be for forever, and Yuna’s sitting on a park bench feeling fucking sorry for herself?!

She needed to get it together!

She slammed a fist against the armrest of the bench as she squeezed the tears out of her eyes.

But… she didn’t know what to do.

All she could think of was pulling out her phone.

She dialed the number and listened to the inevitable voicemail greeting.

She didn’t know what she hoped to accomplish, but that couldn’t stop her from trying.

After all, it was the only thing she could think to do right now.

---

Lia sighed as she poured over her textbooks.  She could go to New Brook University if she kept her grades high enough and, hopefully, became student body president, but with her track record of two years of homeschool and no extracurriculars it could be hard to stand out.  Bridgestone College seemed like a great school with small class sizes and it was on the other side of the country which was a plus, but she was aware that attending a private college would be way more expensive and her parents were likely to cut her off if she didn’t go to Winchester University like they intended her to.

And there was no way in hell she was going to Stoneridge College.  Being only two hours away from Greenstone was too close to be able to accomplish anything self-affirming in her life.

The further away she was from Greenstone, the better it would be.

RIIIIII-

Lia snapped her head up as she stared at her vibrating phone.  The screen blared DO NOT RESPOND as it danced across the table demanding her attention.

It was just as hyperactive as her energetic little cousin.

She gave a sigh as the ringing finally died down.  It was better she ignored it.  Things would be better when-

TING

She tilted her head as she looked at her phone.

Yuna never left voicemails.  She always said they were the knock off version of text messages as Lia would remind her that voicemail actually came first.  Still, Yuna thought they were a waste of time which made this scenario seem largely concerning.

Her hand hypnotically reached for the phone as she unlocked it.

What was happening?

{Hey Lia.

…

I-I know you don’t want me talking to you but…

…

Ryujin’s gone.

Like, she’s not at home, or the bar or… well… she’s not anywhere!  I guess she ran away from home last night and we’re all trying to find her but…

…

I… I don’t know what to do Lia.

And I don’t know what I’m expecting you to do but…

…

Please…

Please just help us find Ryujin.

I know you actually care.

So please.

Just please…

…

Please come back…}

CLICK

 

Tears pooled in Lia’s eyes as the message clicked off.  Yuna sounded absolutely devastated, and Ryujin was gone?!

What had happened to the world in the past week?!

Yes, she cut off ties with Yuna, to the best of her ability, but she didn't do it to hurt Yuna.  She thought Yuna would understand that it wasn't her choice.

And then Ryujin…

Gone?

It just seemed too incomprehensible.

The girl who sat out in the hallway after ten just to ask her how the concert went?  The girl who snuck into her room to leave her her favorite flavored frappucinno after what was probably the worst night of her life?

The girl who shielded her from harm when Lia most definitely deserved it?

How could she be gone?

She gave a groan as she grabbed at her head.  This was ridiculous!  Why should she care about what Ryujin does?!  Ryujin was Yuna’s friend, not hers.

And they were all just fine without her around anyways!

When are you going to decide what’s best for you?

Tears trickled down Lia’s cheeks as she shook her head.  Why was it that everything that she was certain was right she was told was wrong?

Just… don’t talk to me again.  Ever.

Her eyes widened as the saltiness stung her vision.

It’ll be better for both of us this way.

She slammed her palms against the desk.

She had to find Ryujin.

She picked herself up, wiped her tears and grabbed her shoes.  She bolted out the hallway and down the stairs and gripped the door handle in so little time she failed to comprehend what she was doing, but it didn’t matter.

There was no time to waste.

“Going somewhere, Miss Choi?”

She cringed.  She should’ve known that her housekeeper would be prowling the grounds after the stunt she pulled the night before.

“I apologize Mrs. Stuart, but something came up, and I really must-”

“If something came up your parents would’ve informed me,” the blonde woman explained as she pushed her stately glasses up her sharp nose.  “You need to return to your room.”

“Mrs. Stuart, you don’t understand!”

“I don’t care to,” she deadpanned as she glared at Lia.  “Your parents entrusted me with this estate as well as your wellbeing, and you should be just as determined to show your parents your gratitude by respecting their expectations.”

“But they expect me to cut off my cousin!”

“They didn't do so whimsically.  Miss Shin has been nothing but a stain on her family name, and your parents are trying to ensure that you do not repeat her mistakes.”

“But none of you appreciate Yuna for any of the good she’s done!”

“She’s nothing but a nuisance!”  Mrs. Stuart announced.  “And if you try to interact with her again there will be consequences.”

“Why, because my parents said so?”  Lia answered with a scoff.  “Well, if my parents are so concerned about my wellbeing, then why don’t you tell them to fly back home so they can tell me so themselves!”

“Miss Choi!”

She slammed the door shut behind her as she ran across the driveway.  Her parents’ expectations didn’t matter anymore.

She was going to do what was right for once.

She pulled out her phone and called Yuna who answered almost immediately.

“Lia!”

“Tell me what you need!”  Lia demanded as her feet pounded against the sidewalk.

“I’m going to help.”

---

Ryujin had better hope that Yeji didn’t find her.

She was absolutely fuming!  That asshole!  She had to call off work to look for her sorry ass and Hector sure as hell was fucking pissed that she did so last minute.

And now she had to work a fucking double tomorrow.

All cuz Ryujin’s dumbass couldn’t open up to them.

She gave a deep sigh as she relaxed.

That was unfair to Ryujin.

She was still going to be fair to herself acknowledging she was pissed as hell, tired, and just flat out hurt that Ryujin did this to them, but she knew she couldn’t hold it over Ryujin.

After all, Ryujin had been through a lot.

She didn’t know all the details, well, Ryujin never told her any of the details, but she gathered a lot from context.  When she first met Michael and Rustin they asked her to make sure Ryujin didn’t do anything too stupid.  They probably knew better than to make her promise to stop Ryujin.  It would be a promise inevitably broken.

Ryujin always just did her own thing.

And they all had to accept it.

Except, Yeji refused to accept Ryujin's bullshit so easily.

She busted into the interstate transit station.  None of the local busses seemed to have seen Ryujin, but if she were really planning on running away, she would have had to come here.

She rushed towards the teller as she slammed her hands against the counter.

“Excuse me, I need to ask you something!”

The teller put down her magazine as she turned towards Yeji.

“What do ya need?”

“I’m looking for someone!  About this tall with blue hair and looks janky as hell.”

“Welcome to the Metro station.”

Yeji gave a sigh.  Remember what your therapist said about coping skills Yeji.

“Look, it’s important!  I was supposed to meet her here and I can’t find her.  The bus to our grandparent’s leaves in ten minutes and she’s not answering her phone.  I just really, really need your help right now please.”

The woman behind the counter gave a sigh.

“Look, I would like to help you, honest, but I haven’t seen anyone like that.  ‘Course, most folks pay for their tickets at the kiosks so she might’ve been here, but you’re better asking security.”

“Right, thank you!”

She rushed off before turning around the corner and finding the security office as she barreled towards the window.

“Excuse me!  Can you help me?”

The man perked slightly before putting away his newspaper.

“Sure thing.  Watcha need?”

“I’m looking for a friend. She’s about this tall with blue hair.”

The man hummed as he leaned forward.

“Oh!  I think I know who you’re talking about.”

“You do!”  Yeji asked as ecstatic relief washed over her.  “Is she still here?”

“No, she boarded a bus to Aurora about an hour ago.”

“What?!”

“Why, is there a problem?”

“Ye-!”  She bit her tongue.  She knew the delicacy of this situation.  There was no way she could give full details on what was going on without making things worse.  She gave a sigh, visibly deflating as she avoided the officer’s gaze.

“No, it’s fine.  Thanks for your help.”

She slumped away as she pulled out her phone.

 

To Captain Spaz, Brainiac:

Rj left

---

Lia shuddered as she looked around the darkened streets.  Why in the world did she decide to not grab her jacket?  Her poor planning was going to catch her a cold!

TING

She opened the messages before she released a sigh.

 

From Shin Yuna:

Rj skipd town

…

Sry 4 dragn u in2 this

 

Lia’s shoulders deflated as she typed her response.

Yuna had it hard.  It truly wasn’t fair.

 

From Shin Yuna:

Btw, the gang is gona meet @ the Hussey Hole

Heres the adres if u wana come

 

Lia looked at the new messages as she read the address Yuna had given her.  She actually wasn’t too far from the address, and became curious when she noticed an apartment number there.  What kind of a place called ‘Hussey Hole’ was run in a shared space like an apartment?

Regardless, she thought it might be worthwhile going to that location.

Anything to keep her away from home.

She gave a sigh as she walked up to the building and pressed the buzzer, noting that the residency sign on the side mentioned Yuna’s name next to the apartment number.

Yuna owned a place called The Hussey Hole?

BZZZZZ WE’RE SORRY, BUT THE PERSON YOU’VE CALLED FOR IS EITHER AWAY OR NOT ABLE TO-

So Yuna hadn’t shown up yet.  That was fine.

It was fine.

It’s not like Lia was freezing outside with the cold night air.  She hated how cold nights could get, even during the summer months!  It made her agitated.

It made her impatient.

She gave a sigh before noting the space the building was in.  It was crammed between two other buildings with an alley in between one of them that lead to a dead-end dumpster and the fire escape.

Lia quirked a brow at the sight.

She walked towards the fire escape, noting that the ladder was down.  She couldn’t help but find that concerning.  It didn’t seem very secure to have the fire escape ladder down, granting easy access for burglars or other suspicious characters to the residencies above.  Why didn’t someone put it up?

Or… did someone pull it down?

Realization dawned on her as she grabbed hold of the ladder.  The metal was cold in her bare palm and her skirt made it difficult to climb up comfortably.  Honestly, why did she make it a habit to wear such impractical clothes? At least she wore decent shoes this time.

She internally sighed.  She’d save that point for another time.  For now, she had to get to the roof.

Just to see.

Just to make sure.

Of course, the stupid rooftop was a pain to climb onto as she struggled to pull herself up the final stes.  She brushed herself off and silently bemoaned her predicament.

Her pettiness could wait though.

Especially after what she saw when she finally fixed herself up as she pulled out her phone.

 

To Shin Yuna:

I found Ryujin.

---

…

She was fucking pathetic.

Ryujin stared out at the city lights as she let the cigarette smoke bleed out between her teeth.

She should’ve been gone.

She should’ve stayed on that fucking bus and ridden it to the other side of the country.  Gone somewhere no one would ever find her.  Cut herself off from Greenstone forever.

They’d all be better off if she did.

…

But, if that’s true, then why’d she have to keep telling herself that?

Ryujin gave a bitter chuckle as she laid back on the rooftop.

Cuz she was a little shit who was denying the fucking truth.

Yeji would have more money for legitimate things if she wasn’t looking after her sorry ass all the time.

Yuna wouldn’t be distressed because she wouldn’t have to worry about why Ryujin was always so pissy.

Chaeryoung wouldn’t have to constantly need to console everyone that things would be okay cuz she had to be fucking dramatic.

Michael and Rustin would be able to save up to get out of their shithole crack house.

And Lia.

She released the smoke from her lips as she felt the warmness take over her body.

Lia would get her wish.

It would be better for all of them if Ryujin was gone.

After all, it’s how it always happened.

No one looks for the trash they throw away.

“Ryujin?”

She whipped her head back, finding the lithe form of none other than the most uptight rich kid she had ever met in her entire life.

There was Julia Choi.

She immediately shook the shock off her face as she turned back to the rooftop.

“What are you doing here princess?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

She clenched the cigarette in her fingers as she listened to Lia’s footsteps coming closer towards her until the princess herself sat next to her.

“I was looking for you.”

She took a long drag, hoping it’d hide how shaky her inhale was.

“I didn’t realize ‘never talk to me again’ meant we’re playing hide and seek.”

Lia slapped her arm as Ryujin turned to find agitation written all over her face.

“That isn’t funny Ryujin.  Do you have any idea how long we’ve been looking for you?!  Seriously, what in the world is wrong with you?!”

Ryujin gave a shrug as she brought her eyes back to the lights ahead.

“I’d give you the list, but I think I dropped it somewhere.”

Lia groaned as she rose to her feet.  “You’re impossible!”

“I know I am,” Ryujin stated as she blew her cigarette smoke into the wind.  “Besides, no one said you had to come looking for me.”

“I didn’t come here because I was told to.  As a matter of fact, my mother just may skin me alive for being out here!”

Ryujin twiddled the cigarette between her fingers as she watched it dazedly.

“Sorry things are hard with your mom.”

“I… it’s nothing new,” Lia answered as she dropped back down with a sigh before glaring at Ryujin.  “But don’t change the subject!”

“The other subject isn’t worth talking about.”

“But it is!”  Lia shouted before she gave a groan.  “Ryujin, you care too much for people to be this aggravating.”

“I’m not that good a person.”

“But you are Ryujin!”

Lia gripped Ryujin’s shoulder as she stared her down with as much sincere determination as she could.

“If you weren’t you wouldn’t have taken the fall for me at the airport.”

“Fuck seriously?! It was just a few scrapes!  Why do you act like it’s such a big fucking deal?!”

“Because I gave you every reason to hate me!”

Lia took a deep breath as Ryujin watched her, so ethereal in the smokey nightlight.  It made Lia almost look heavenly.

Almost.

Ryujin wasn't drugged up enough to actually think that.

Absolutely not.

“I was nothing but rude to you and you still took the fall for me.”

Ryujin shrugged as she looked away.  “Yuna would’ve given me hell.”

“Yuna’s whole job is to give everyone hell,” Lia answered.  “But, I know that’s just a deflection.  After all, I’m certain that we are more similar than either one of us would like to admit.”

Ryujin choked on the smoke that puffed out of her as she killed the butt.  Was Lia for real?!  Did she remember?

She shook her head as she fought out the hacks.

“No fucking way.  You’ve lost your mind princess.”

“I know it sounds radical, but if the Royal Springs Hotel taught me anything about you it’s this: You keep everyone at an arms distance so that they’re far enough away for you to convince them you don’t care, but are also close enough that you can pull them back if they start to fall.”

Ryujin chuckled in disbelief but couldn’t help but feel like she shouldn’t have been surprised.

After all, they basically had this conversation once before.

“You’re so fucking stupid princess,” Ryujin answered as she leaned back.  “You don’t know shit about me.”

“You don’t want anyone to, which is why you sit on random rooftops by yourself!  You’re so determined to keep your distance that being alone ends up feeling less lonely than being surrounded by people that you refuse to fully open up to!”

Do you ever feel less alone by yourself than you do in a room full of people you care about?

Ryujin grimaced.  “You’re just projecting your own problems onto me.”

“And I stand by my hypothesis that we’re more similar than we realize.”

Ryujin stared out at the empty space in front of her.  She lit another cigarette as she blew the smoke straight out of her to rise to the clouds.

“Why are you here?”

“I already told you.”

“Actually, you told me what you were doing,” Ryujin responded as she hardened her gaze at Lia.  “And, apparently, no one told you you had to be here, so why the fuck are you?”

“I…” Lia paused, hugging one of her elbows as she looked anywhere but towards Ryujin.  “It’s complicated.”

There was a silence between them as Ryujin slowly dropped her gaze to the space between them.  Maybe it was the conversation.  Maybe it was the flashbacks.  Maybe it was because she was feeling a mood that caused her to run away only to sit her sorry ass on Yuna’s apartment building, but-

“I’d still listen.”

She kept her gaze fixed on her knee, just far enough away from Lia's direction but not completely turned away.  She didn’t want Lia to think anything, but she felt too easily read in this moment anyway.  She turned her head, slowly, cautiously, waiting for the inevitable end that came with the next sentence.

“You know.  If you want to talk about it.”

Lia took in an inhale before she hugged her shoulders and shuddered.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine!” Lia snapped as she forced her face forward.  She looked so small, so closed off.  Ryujin wasn’t sure what came over her, she just-

Lia immediately turned to stare at her as Ryujin slowly moved her arm away from Lia’s shoulders and back to her side.  She forced her gaze back to the buildings in front of her.

“Didn’t mean to startle you.  You looked cold.”

She took a long, slow drag of her cigarette and closed her eyes as the smoke seemed to just blow back into her face.  Stupid, stupid-

Then she felt a weight lean against her.  Turning her head she found Lia’s lithe form curled up against her with her head resting on Ryujin's shoulder.

“Didn’t realize you’d be so clingy.”

“Oh be quiet,” Lia quietly commanded as she shifted closer.  Ryujin forced her eyes away.  Focus on the lights still lit up in the building ahead, or the billboard advertising some car insurance company or how many cars are at the streetlight or anything but the girl cuddling up to her side.

“Can I tell you something Ryujin?”

“You can do what you want.”

Ryujin took another drag of her cigarette as she avoided Lia’s gaze.  Why did people try to tell her she wasn’t a fucking asshole?

“I’m tired of being alone.”

Ryujin bobbed her head as she looked forward.  “Well, you got a fucking overdramatic cousin who would take you back in a heartbeat.”

“That’s funny because you’re the one she was asking for.”

Ryujin chuckled.  “I must’ve missed that part of the meeting.”

“What meeting?”

Ryujin shook her head.  Smoke, smoking makes not laughing easier.

“You’ll find out soon enough.  At least, as long as you don’t decide to go back to being a fucking hermit.”

“Well, I suppose that depends,” Lia responded as she turned her gaze towards Ryujin.  “What will you do once I leave?”

“Probably go back to the bus station and think about which city would best keep me safe from Yeji.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to stay here!” Lia announced as she laid across Ryujin’s lap that caused the girl to nearly jump out of her seat.

“What the fuck are you doing princess!”

“Settle down, Ryujin.  I’m too tired for this right now.”

“So…”

“So, I’m going to sleep.”

Ryujin gave a chuckle of disbelief.  This fucker was definitely Yuna’s cousin.

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“Oh calm down, you'll be fine.  Have a good night Ryujin.  And don’t wake me up.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes.  “Wouldn’t dream of it princess.”

“Good.”

Lia snuggled herself closer into Ryujin’s cross legged lap as Ryujin gave a humorless chuckle.

Lia had to be drunk.

Well, she had to be drunk again.

…

Or, she didn’t need to worry about it.

She leaned back as Lia’s weight made her legs fall asleep.

Guess she wasn’t going anywhere now.

TING

Ryujin looked around.  It looked like Lia had set her phone aside sometime during the conversation.

TING

TING

TING

And holy hell!  Who the fuck was blowing up her phone at eleven at night?!

She reached over and grabbed it, not at all surprised by the messages she found.

 

From Shin Yuna:

Lia! Where r u?

R u ok?

Is rj stil w/ u?!

Hellloooooooo?!

 

Ryujin gave a chuckle as she responded.

 

To Shin Yuna:

Chil the fuk out. Princes is tryn 2 sleep

 

She hit send before turning off the phone and leaning back with her face to the night sky.  She was better off being alone.  She was used to being alone.

But maybe, just maybe, things could be different there.

Chapter 8: That's a No No

Notes:

Man, this chapter has everything! Fluff, feels, drama, hijincks and even a training montage (more or less) in this 13000 word Time of Our Lives Special feature! Okay, maybe that's a little dramatic, but this chpter ended up being super long and I figured that folks would enjoy all of it cuz I'm slightly struggling with narcissism right now. Anyways, that's all for my ranting. Please read, comment, kudos and, of course, enjoy the fic =)

She began to stir,  smacking her lips as she recognized there was a trace of dried drool at the corner of her cheek.

How lovely.

She shifted her shoulders.  Her back was stiff as a board, and why in the world did her blanket not reach her legs?!

Also, her bed was a lot harder than she remembered… and her pillow lumpier.

She groaned, rising slowly as she rubbed her eyes and the side of her mouth before she was suddenly face to face with Ryujin’s trademark smirk.

“Morning princess.”

Lia immediately gave a frown before knitting her brows.  Oh, right, she slept on the roof to keep Ryujin from leaving.  But why did Ryujin have to look so smug about... well... about everything?!

She lowered her head back to her hands as she groaned.  Thoughts, too early.

“What time is it?”

“Beats me,” Ryujin answered indifferently.  “Here.”

Lia’s eyes fluttered as she was still getting accustomed to the sunlight breaking through the cracks of the buildings ahead.  She thought she heard Ryujin sniffle, but didn’t think too much on it as she took her phone.

“You turned my phone off?”

“Is that a thank you for not going through your messages and wasting your battery?”

Lia gave a sigh as she looked at the time.  Doing her morning routine wasn’t absolutely necessary.  At least, she tried to console herself that way as the screen flashed the numbers 8:30.

“No.  But I am glad to hear you have some semblance of common courtesy.”

“Whatever, I knew you wouldn’t have anything worth snooping through anyway.”

Lia smacked her shoulder as Ryujin’s smile grew enough to release a light chuckle.  The sight of it was impossible for Lia to not sport a smile at, no matter how small it came out.  She gave a sigh as she noticed something slip off her shoulder finding a jacket crumpling to the floor by her legs.  It was black in the torso area and the sleeves were an explosion of neon colors that weaved and flowed into each other like some elaborate street art painting.  She grabbed it by the collar before handing it to Ryujin.

“I suppose this is yours.”

“Yeah,” Ryujin answered as she grabbed it while releasing another sniff that Lia narrowed her eyes at.

“Are you alright Ryujin?”

“Yeah, fine,” she answered a bit gruffly as she forced her arms into the puffy letterman jacket sleeves.

“Are you certain?”

“Of ca- ah-

ACHOO!

Lia immediately stood up as she glowered at Ryujin.  “I knew it!  You went and got yourself sick didn’t you?!”

“Fuck off princess!  I’m fine!”

Sniffle.

Lia gave a groan before she grabbed Ryujin by the elbow and strained to pull Ryujin to her feet.

“What the fuck are you doing princess?”

“I’m getting you to bed one way or another!”

“Dude, if you wanted me to sleep with you you could’ve just said so.”

Lia smacked her shoulder extra hard for that one, glaring daggers at Ryujin who’s smirk seemd especially cocky.

“Just saying.”

Lia groaned as she stomped her way toward the fire escape.  Forget Ryujin.  She could jump off the building for all she cared.

“Yo, princess, hold up!”

She grabbed Lia’s shoulder who turned at her with the same death glare painted on her face.

“It was a stupid joke!  I didn’t mean to offend you, honest!”

Ryujin gave another sniff as Lia sighed.  She was not awake enough to deal with Shin Ryujin, antics or not.  “Regardless, you still need to get to bed and rest.  Honestly, did you even sleep last night?!”

“Why would I do that?”

Sniffle.

“You didn’t sleep at all last night?!”

“I’m not sure if you remember princess, but I’m not the one who thought that sleeping on the fucking roof was a fantastic idea.”

“Then why did you let me?!”

Ryujin gave a shrug.

“Didn’t feel like stopping you.”

Smack!

Chuckle.

Sniffle.

Sigh.

“Let’s just get going.” Lia snapped as her eyes became transfixed with the fire escape ladder.

That accursed fire escape ladder.

“So… uh… you going first or-?”

“Yes I’m going first!  Just give me a minute!”

She pulled down her skirt to its furthest length at her mid-thigh before she stepped towards the ladder.  The skirt felt like it was tying her legs together, but she had to get down eventually.

She gave a sigh before turning around and reaching one leg out.  First step down.  Then the second.  Finally, she made it to the first platform.

She immediately straightened her skirt as she heard the rhythmic steps of Ryujin’s shoes hitting steel before a loud thoomp resounded behind her.  She glared at Ryujin.

“Did you just jump?”

“What’s it matter?”

“Are you crazy!  You could get hurt!”

“Chill, princess.  I’m fi-ah-“

Ryujin released another sneeze as she sniffled before she raised her sleeve to her nose.

“What are you doing?!”

“What?”

“Don’t you have a handkerchief or something?!”

“No.”

Lia sighed as she unzipped the small pocket on the side of her skirt before pulling out a small white cloth.  She handed it to Ryujin who immediately blew her nose with it before bundling it into a ball and taking aim.

“Wait!  Don’t do that!”

“What?  I’m just throwing it away.”

“No!  You don’t throw those away!”

“Then what the fuck am I supposed to do with it?”

“You keep it in your pocket to use later.”

“Gross!  I’m not putting this in my fucking pocket.  That’s where I keep all my shit.”

“What could you possibly have in your pockets that is so valuable?”

“Cigarettes, weed, Yeji’s vape whenever I manage to snatch it, edibles-”

“Okay, okay!  I get it,” Lia exclaimed before releasing a sigh.  “Here, I’ll take it.”

Ryujin looked at her before looking at the handkerchief and then back at her.

“You sure you’re fine with it?”

“Just give it to me!”  Lia shouted.  She snatched it up and folded it quickly before zipping it back into her pocket.  Ryujin rolled her eyes at Lia’s reaction.

“I still think it’s fucking disgusting.”

“Says the girl who was going to use her sleeve to wipe her nose.”

“Dude, I am not keeping that thing in my pocket!  The last thing I need in my life are fucking snot covered cigarettes.”

Lia gave a sigh.  How could she and Ryujin be so different?  She shook her head out of the thought as she turned to the next ladder.

“Let’s keep going.”

“Whatever you say.”

They continued down the ladders with the same tedious issues, but eventually managed to make it to the bottom as Ryujin leapt from the last five steps of the ladder.  Lia rolled her eyes as Ryujin shoved her hands in her jacket pockets and approached the smaller girl.

“So, what’re you’re plans?”

“Well, since this ‘Hussey Hole’ place you and Yuna seem to frequent a lot is right here I figured I may as well check and see if Yuna’s there.”

“Right,” Ryujin answered as she gave a few slow nods.  “Well, have fun with that.”

“You’re coming too!”  Lia shouted as she grabbed Ryujin’s elbow to force her into a U-turn towards the front entrance.  Of course, with the little resistance she felt from Ryujin she couldn’t help but feel like the girl was teasing her on purpose.  Regardless, she put those thoughts aside as she rang the buzzer for the apartment number that Yuna had informed her of, waiting until-

“Hello?”

“Hello Yuna, it’s Julia.”

“Holy shit, hey Lia!”

Lia winced at the greeting that was equal parts static and enthusiasm.

“What are you waiting for?!  Come on in!”

There was an audible click as Lia pulled the door.

“I want no trouble from you.”

“Whatever, princess.  It’s not like I’m the only one you should be fucking worried about.”

Lia gave a sigh, keeping her grip on Ryujin’s elbow as they marched up three flights of stairs and past five doors before giving a knock.

The door immediately swung open.

“RYUJIN!!!”

Yuna had dove at Ryujin, knocking her down into a hug as Yuna ranted incomprehensibly.

“ohmygoshi’msohappyyourebackwewereallsoworriedaboutyou.”

“Uh…”

“Well look who decided to show up.”

Lia and Ryujin both turned towards the voice finding Yeji in the doorway.  Yuna immediately got up, raised her hands by her head and slowly backed away from the girl she had tackled moments earlier while Ryujin gave the same neutral look she always had as she rose to her feet.

“Nice hair Yeji.  When’d you dye it silver?”

“Fuck you you fucking asshole,” Yeji muttered as she locked Ryujin in a deathgrip hug that looked more painful than comforting.  “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“I was thinking purple would look better on you.”

Yeji punched Ryujin’s shoulder as she laughed.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.”

“I know.”

“Hey, hey Ryujin!  I dyed my hair too!”

“Psh, yeah right squirt.  We all know your mom made you dye it back brown for her fucking modeling project.”

“Ahhhh.”

They all laughed as Yeji finally shook her head.

“Look, I’m happy you’re back.  But I swear, if you ever pull stupid shit like this again I’ll-”

“Kill me?”

“Fuck no!  You’d just be gone for good then.  No I’m breaking your fucking legs and throwing your wheelchair in the lake so if you wanna run away you gotta crawl bitch.”

“That seems a bit extreme,” Ryujin answered with a smirk.

“Hey, gotta make it easy to catch up to you.”

They all gave a laugh before Ryujin sneezed again and Lia handed her her handkerchief.

“I hate to ask, but, is there a place for Ryujin to rest?  She’s feeling ill.”

“I’m fucking fine.”

“Yeah, just take her to my bed!  Here, I’ll show you!”

Lia stepped into the apartment that… to be honest, looked just like an apartment.  There was a kitchen area to the right as straight ahead led to a fairly large living room space with a recliner, a long sofa and a loveseat all organized in a U shape in front of a large television and a huge balcony window behind the recliner at the opposite side of the entrance.  Chaeryoung offered a quick greeting and wave to Ryujin, as if deciding Yeji and Yuna gave Ryujin energetic enough greetings for her to remain demure as Yuna led them past the kitchen towards a short hallway that led to a bedroom.  She pulled Ryujin in as Ryujin rolled her eyes before taking a spinning dive onto the bed.

She wasn’t supposed to look that comfortable.

Lia closed the door behind her as she tried to manage her irritation.  Ryujin should be taking her health more seriously!

“I gotta say, I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon.”

Lia turned her head to see Yeji’s wide grin as she rolled her eyes.

“I didn’t suspect I’d be seeing you either.  I will admit though, it hasn’t been too terrible.”

“Glad Ryujin behaved at least that much,” Yeji stated with a laugh as Lia gave a smile.  She couldn’t help but notice that Yuna was fidgeting noticeably behind her.

“Are you alright, Yuna?”

She immediately perked up as she stared at Lia for a moment.

Then she charged at her.

Lia barely managed to give out a light yelp as Yuna enveloped her in the tightest hug her slim frame could manage.

“I’m glad you’re back too, Lia.”

A breath Lia didn’t realize she was holding escaped her as she hugged Yuna back.

“It’s good to see you too Yuna.  I’m sorry for everything.”

“I know it wasn’t you,” Yuna responded as she pulled out of the embrace.  “But, I’m glad you came back on your own!  I was worried my plan to free you wouldn’t work anyways!”

Lia blinked a few times.  “What plan?”

Yeji gave a snicker as Yuna’s eyes lit up dangerously.  “Well you see-”

An obnoxious ringtone resounded out of Yuna’s pocket before she grabbed at her hair.

“Ah shit!  I’m gonna be late!”

She immediately grabbed her lunchbox as she kissed her palm before throwing it back to the room.

“Bye everyone!  Love ya!”

And then she was off, with nothing but the imagined smoke cloud left in her wake.

“Well, I probably should head to.”

“Off to work then Yeji?”

“Ugh, you know it,” Yeji groaned as she stuck out her tongue.  “Whatever.  You folks have a good day.”

“You as well Yeji.”

“Take care!”

Yeji gave a backhanded wave as Lia shifted her weight from foot to foot.  She couldn’t help but feel like she was a bit awkward with that farewell and she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about it now that she was honestly trying to get along with Yuna’s friends.

“Something on your mind Julia?”

Lia gave a sigh.  “You can call me Lia.  After all, the point of that was to try to cut off ties, which was clearly ineffectual.”

“That also seems to be weighing on your mind a bit."

Lia gave a sigh before giving Chaeryoung a soft smile.

“I think I’m just glad I came here.”

“And I know everyone was thrilled to see you again,” Chaeryoung answered with a smile.  “Ryujin included.”

“I’m… glad to hear that.”

Chaeryoung didn’t pry into her pause which made Lia incredibly grateful.  She ran her gaze across the cupboards.

“So, what kind of a place is ‘The Hussey Hole’ exactly?”

"It is exactly what it looks like," Chaeryoung answered with a smile.  “It's just a normal apartment.”

“I should’ve suspected as much when I saw the building,” Lia answered back.  “I honestly thought the Hussey Hole was…”

“The name of some adult establishment?”

Lia let a smile cross her face as she turned to Chaeryoung.  “Yes.”

“That’s a fair assumption, though, let me ask you, do you truly think that Yuna would actually invite people to a place that she would refer to as ‘her apartment?’”

Lia gave a laugh.  “Yuna would choke on her own words if she had to say something that sounded so grown up, regardless of how independent it would make her sound.”

They both laughed for a moment before Lia turned her gaze back to the cupboards.

“Do you know if Yuna keeps any food here?”

“I know she keeps plenty of alcohol for ‘emergency meetings,’” Chaeryoung answered with a smile.  “She possibly has some stuff around here.  I’m sure she wouldn’t if you made yourself something.”

“Alright,” Lia answered as she turned back to the kitchen.  “I might look around then.”

“Sounds good,” Chaeryoung answered as she rose from her spot.  “I’ll check on Ryujin for you.  I do owe her a proper welcome back after all.”

“I swear that girl better be asleep or I will make her life the most miserable cesspool of hell she can imagine.”

Chaeryoung lightly giggled.  “I didn’t take you as one for making threats.”

“Those are reserved specifically for Ryujin.”

“Would you like me to deliver that statement for you.”

“No thanks.  I’ll likely do so myself after I find some breakfast.”

“As you wish.  Let me know if you need anything.”

“Of course.”

Lia began tearing through the cupboards as Chaeryoung walked by.  Lia frowned.  Yuna’s cupboards consisted of 80% booze 15% “munchies” and 5% Cup of Noodles.  She gave a sigh as she closed the cupboards and informed Chaeryoung that she was going to be out for a bit.  She hurried to the nearest grocery store, bought a store made egg sandwich and some other choice ingredients before returning to the Hussey Hole and getting to work.  She started creating a concoction that would probably be the first decent thing cooked in that room since Yuna began living in it before settling down to eat her sandwich as it cooked.  Eventually, Chaeryoung came out of the room and informed Lia that she had to leave.  Lia asked if there was some form of emergency, but Chaeryoung shook her head.  It turned out that her parents sent a text message informing her that she had one hour left before they could officially make a missing person’s report so it was best she went home before too much trouble occurred.

They said their farewells as Lia remained behind.

She could see herself staying here for a while.  Maybe she should consider buying an apartment of her own.

Of course, that also begged the question, how did Yuna manage to purchase her own property at the age of fourteen?

BE-BEEP BE-BEEP

She turned off the kitchen counter as she stirred the contents of the pot before pouring it into one of the two bowls Yuna seemed to keep at her place.  She would have to inform Yuna of the need to have more than five dishes total in the kitchen and demand payment for the pot, knife and cutting board.

Lia gave a sigh.  That was a conversation for later.

Right now, there was someone else she needed to talk to.

She opened the door, stepping in quietly as she spoke in a soft tone.

“Ryujin?”

Said girl’s head poked back before she slowly turned, raising her torso to sit up as she rubbed her eyes.

“I apologize for the bother,” Lia spoke in a near sheepish tone.  “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“It’s whatever,” Ryujin answered as she yawned.  She gave a sniff before scratching her nose and looking at Lia with eyes that were forced to look awake.  “’Sup?”

Lia gave a sigh before sitting next Ryujin on the bed and handing her the bowl.

“Here.  It should help your cold.”

She watched Ryujin’s face go into more expressions in that one moment than she had seen in the entire time since she’d met her.

“Uh… what?”

Lia rolled her eyes.  “I come with soup.”

“Oh fuck off princess, I may be a dumbass, but I’m not stupid,” Ryujin responded as she took the bowl and started eating.  “Fuck, this shit is good!”

“I do wish you wouldn’t refer to my cooking as ‘shit,’ but I’m glad you like it.”

Ryujin leaned forward looking like she was about to spit out her soup or spill it from her bowl but, by some miracle of balance and physics, she managed to lift the bowl to keep it from spilling as she swallowed what was already in her mouth.

“Fuck man, you seriously made this?!”

Lia simply nodded as Ryujin looked between the soup and Lia.  Finally, that same soft smirk came across Ryujin’s face as she stifled a chuckle.

“Damn princess.  Didn’t realize they taught you to cook in your castle.”

“I taught myself,” Lia stated matter-of-factly before her eyes gazed upwards.  “With lots of help from YouTube.”

“How every teenager learns anything these days.”

Lia gave a giggle as she shook her head.  “Truer words could not have been spoken.”

Ryujin continued to eat her soup as Lia noticed her small smile remained.

“But, for real, this is incredible!  I…” Ryujin paused as Lia swore she could see something akin to sadness sparkle behind Ryujin’s eyes.

“I… I owe ya… I owe ya so fucking bad.”

“No you don’t,” Lia answered softly.

“But-”

“I said ‘no’ Ryujin.”

Ryujin stared at her for a moment, waiting for Lia to be the one to back down.  She must not have thought it wasn't important enough to fight over though since she went back to her soup shortly.

“If you say so.”

“I do,” Lia answered as she nodded without breaking her pristine posture.  “On a side note, there is something else I need to say to you.”

“And that is?”

Ryujin continued slurping up some noodles from her bowl as Lia gave a sigh.

“Thank you.”

Ryujin swallowed hard before wiping her mouth and looking anywhere but Lia.

“It’s whatever.  Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried, I’m grateful.  For all you did at the airport, the hotel, and even you looking after me last night.  I’ve been nothing but a nuisance to you, and you still took care of me.  And I want you to know that I am so sorry for the way I’ve treated you and grateful that you were able to look past it all.”

Ryujin was frozen for a moment, as if Ryujin had heard forbidden words that would cause her to become a statue as she gave her soup a hard stare.  Without looking at Lia she gave a sigh.

“Where the fuck’s this coming from?”

“Nowhere in particular,” Lia answered noncommittally.  “I just wanted you to know that.”

Ryujin’s thumb pushed the spoon as it’s handle slid along the bowl’s edge, seemingly distracting herself from the fact that Lia was still right there.  Eventually Lia gave a sigh.

“Anyways, I plan to be here for a while, so let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

Ryujin didn’t respond.  Back in the trance she had fallen into before as Lia rose from the bed and headed towards the doorway.

“Hey, princess!  Wait...”

Lia paused, turning slowly as she tilted her head towards Ryujin.

“Yes?”

 Ryujin looked like she swallowed before leaning back, eyes still fixed on Lia until she managed to break her gaze to scratch the back of her head.  The pause seemed to last for eternity until-

“Look… don’t tell any of the others I told you this and shit, but…”

She released a sigh as her gaze continued to wander the room.

“Just… you know… uh…”

She released a rough exhale before shaking her head.

“You know what?  Never mind.  Don’t worry about it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.  Don’t worry ‘bout it, princess.  It was stupid.”

“I doubt it was,” Lia answered as she watched Ryujin whose hands seem to desperately preoccupy themselves with drumming against the soup bowl.  “If you don’t want to talk about it I won’t pry, but you know I’m here to help you however you need right?”

“Yeah…” Ryujin answered as she gave a smile so small and so full of sincerity and gratitude that Lia couldn’t stop her chest from feeling lighter.

Then the smile quickly transformed into a mischievous smirk.

“Which is why you’ll help me smuggle all the fucking booze out of this joint, right?”

Lia gave groaning scoff as she turned back to the hallway.  “Go back to sleep!”

Ryujin began chuckling as Lia closed the door a little harder than she intended, but it was fine.  Ryujin deserved that!  She was just so irritating and infuriating and-!

She gave a sigh as she smiled while shaking her head.

Ryujin was a good person.

Ryujin was fun and playful and teasing, but also had a hidden depth to her that was insightful and caring.  It was like Ryujin’s heart was a flame surrounded by sheets of ice.  On the surface she seems cold and indifferent, but upon a closer look one would find that flame’s warmth occasionally escape despite the ice’s best efforts.

Lia couldn’t help but be drawn to it.

She gave a sigh before she straightened away from the door.

Ryujin was a good person, but…

…

No.

She wasn’t going to entertain that line of thought.

She had school and student council and college to think of.  She couldn’t let herself be distracted.

Besides…

It’s not like things would work out for them anyway.

---

Lia opened the door as she bore the largest smile she had worn in years.

Today was just that good a day.

Sure, it wasn’t that exciting, having Yuna explain who she was running against for student council president, Ryujin giving advice and Chaeryoung stepping in later in the evening to check their progress and give pointers on how to most effectively campaign.  Yeji texted saying she wouldn’t make it back which affected Lia little since she left for home long before Yeji’s shift would’ve ended anyway.  She didn’t want to leave though.

She just wanted to hang out with Yuna and her friends forever.

The smile stayed plastered on her face as she shut the door behind her.

“Hello there Julia.”

Lia immediately froze as she snapped her head towards the voice.  There, standing in the center of the grand entryway, was her mother.

“W-What are you doing here?!”

“Mrs. Stuart gave me your message.  ‘If my expectations were so important than I should be here myself.’  Something along those lines, correct?”

Lia gulped hard as her fingers brushed against the door handle, not quite comfortable enough to let go.

“However, the real question isn’t why am I here,” she answered solemnly as her icy gaze chilled Lia to the bone.  “The real question is, where have you been?”

She clutched the door handle to keep her fingers from drumming with anxiety.

“I was visiting someone.”

“Your cousin?”

Her hand gripped the door tighter, still facing her mother, but ready to turn just in case.

“Yes.”

Her mother gave a heavy sigh, as if discouraged that Lia wasn’t afraid enough of her to lie.

“I see…”

Lia watched carefully as her mother dropped her head, shaking it slightly before remaining perfectly still.  Lia froze.  It was like a battle between two statues to see who would be the first to crumble under the weight of time.

The only problem was, the winner wouldn’t necessarily be the last one to move.

“In that case, we have no choice but to have you stay with us in Los Cielos.”

“But-!”

“I already have my flight scheduled back for the end of this week,” her mother stated mechanically as she walked towards the guest waiting room they had to the far right of the entrance door.  “I will make arrangements for you to fly out the same day.”

Lia immediately chased after as desperation strained her voice.  “But mother-!”

“And I will make sure you remain here and are fully prepared to move during the remainder of my stay.”

“Mother stop!  You can’t do this to me!”

“To you?”  Her mother asked in a haughty tone, stopping before the round mahogany table that was surrounded by lights the color of nighttime reading.  “Julia, I am doing this for you.  I knew we should’ve moved you earlier after that little incident you had with that classmate.”

“And you homeschooled me for two years when she moved out of the state a month later!”  Lia argued as heat rose to her face.  “What’s wrong with me having friends?!”

“There is nothing wrong with you having friends as long as they behave appropriately,” her mother deadpanned as she pulled out a laptop, presumably to arrange Lia’s flight.  “Besides, I know that Yuna wasn’t the only one who was creating a negative effect on your behavior.”

Lia paused her eyes barely comprehending the words on her mother's screen as her fingers tacked away.  “What do you mean?”

“Honestly Julia, do you truly believe that my sister wouldn’t inform me that her daughter bought four plane tickets?  Or that the day you all arrived Yuna’s room was visited by the police for rowdy behavior?”

“What?!”

“Please Julia, don’t play innocent.  It’s not becoming of you.”

Lia tried to thread out the shock and confusion she felt at learning about this.  She was certain that Aunt Subin would’ve been aware that Yuna bought tickets for Chaeryoung, Yeji and Ryujin, but the police?  Did that really happen?!

She tried to think back but every time she did her hazy mind returned to her back against the cold stone balcony as Ryujin hovered above her, chasing her lips as she pulled Ryujin closer and what was she doing?!  She should not be thinking about that right now!  Her mother was about to ship her back across the country!  This was not the time to be reliving drunk lesbian memories!

She couldn’t leave Greenstone.

“Look, yes, I do understand that Yuna is very exuberant and it draws much unwanted attention to her, but that doesn’t mean that me being with her is a detriment.  As a matter of fact, Yuna and her friends have helped me develop a plan in order to increase my chances of winning the student body president candidacy!”

“That is irrelevant.  None of them have the reputation or skillset to be of any substantial assistance to your extracurricular activities.”

“On the contrary,” Lia announced, adrenaline hastening her steps to stand next to her mother.  “Yuna has been good friends with Lee Chaeryoung for a number of years now and she is both captain of the debate team as well as the most recent student body treasurer.  She was the youngest student in school history to ever hold an office in student council and, if she maintains that position for two more years, she will also break a record for most years served on the council as well as longest continuous years of service.”

Her mother paused for a moment, seemingly intrigued by the idea that Lia could potentially become affiliated with someone so accomplished at such a young age.

“And her other friends have great skillsets that can help me out to. Just please-”

Lia gave a small exhale as she watched her mother intently.

“Please give them a chance.”

---

Today was a good day in Yuna’s books.  They decided to fuck it and wear their binder to school that day.  They weren’t totally sold on wearing the school uniform skirt, but they also weren’t as vehemently against it today as they have been on others.  They wore their long hair in a low ponytail which made them feel a little more androgynous despite the limitations that not being able to wear a hat provided to their presentation.  Still, they were generally pleased with what they had.

The skirt was coming off as soon as they got home though.

And by ‘home’, they meant the Hussey Hole.  It was basically the same thing though.

After all, that’s where their family was.

Most of the time.

But now that Lia was hanging out with them and their friends the whole gang felt complete!  They dropped their backpack by the door as they rushed into their room.

“So glad that day’s over!”

“You fall asleep in class again?”

“Not this time!”  Yuna announced to Yeji’s question.

“Probably what made it shitty.”

“I don’t know, I’m liking To Kill a Mockingbird.  Everyone uses preferred names, Atticus is basically a socialist working for vegetables instead of money, they stab religious fanatics with scissors and you only have to go to school on the first day to avoid truancy laws.”

“Damn, I might need to go wherever they’re at.”

“Well, good luck with that Ryujin,” Yuna answered as they came out in a white off shoulder t-shirt, a backwards strap back and cargo shorts.  “Even if we let you run away again, I doubt you’d wanna go there.”

“Please, what could possibly be wrong with wherever those guys are living?”

“It’s very much in Bible Belt, USA,” Chaeryoung deadpanned.

“Shit.”

“Yeah, never mind on that one then.”

“Yeah, you’re just gonna have to deal with all of us!”  Yuna announced cheerily before they got a call from their phone.  They promptly answered half listening to whatever Yeji was telling Ryujin as the other half was focused on the other line.

“Huh?  Uh, yeah!  Girls, shut up!  Lia wants to talk to us on speaker!”

“Princess too busy to grace us with her presence?”

“I swear, a part of me wishes I could be there just to give you a piece of my mind!”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Ryujin answered with a smirk as Yeji punched her shoulder.

“Stop being an ass Ryujin.  What’s up Lia?”

“Did something happen?  Why aren’t you here yet?”

Silence settled over the room as an audible sigh could be heard on the other end of the line.

“My mother showed up yesterday.”

“NOOOOO-“

“Okay?”

“So what?”

“Did something happen?”

“-OOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

They all waited for Yuna’s screams to die down before they all turned to look at them.

“What did Aunt Sujin say?!”

Another sigh could be heard on the other side of the line as Yuna was knelt in front of their phone.

“She wants me to in with her and father.”

“NOOOOOO-”

“Uh, random question,” Yeji announced with a raised hand.  “Where the fuck do Lia’s parent’s live anyway?”

“You should know!” Lia snapped, clearly with the irritation weighing on her.  “You were just there about two weeks ago!”

“Oh, you mean-!”

“No!”  Yuna interrupted before Yeji could finish.  “We don’t say that name!  It’s where the fortress of tyranny resides!”

“Fucking chill Yuna, that place was pretty rad,” Yeji answered before scratching the back of her head.  “Even if I got a little lost there.”

“Los Cielos is quite a ways from here.”

“Chaeryoung!”

“I know, and I don’t want to move there!”

“Why does your mom want you to fucking move anyway?”

Silence fell over the girls as the weight of Ryujin’s question settled over the room.

“She-” Lia paused, as if what she was about to say was completely unspeakable.  Of course, she had to discuss it sooner rather than later.

“She thinks you’re all negatively affecting my behavior.”

“Which is bullshit!”

“Would your mom seriously have you move across the country because of shit like that?”

“She’s here to ‘help me pack,’” Lia stated as Yuna could see Lia’s eye roll over the phone.  “I’m supposed to fly out this Sunday.”

“No fucking way!”

“Just a quick question,” Chaeryoung interjected as she leaned forward.  “I am curious, how does your mother propose to judge us as poor influences to your behavior if she has never met us before?”

“Well…” There was a pause as everyone leaned towards the phone.  “That’s what I wanted to talk to everyone about.”

There was the sound of light breathing and static over the phone as they all awaited what Lia had to say next.

“My mother wants to have dinner with all of you.  She stated that depending on how it goes she may let me stay.”

“This is fucking bullshit.”

“Stay chill Ryujin.”

Yuna looked around.  Ryujin was definitely pissed with this scenario with yeji trying to calm her down.  She then turned to Chaeryoung was seemingly deep in thought.

“Was there a day she proposed we meet for dinner?”

“She’s planning on it for this Saturday.”

“So we all have three days to get our shit together to impress mommy dearest?” Yeji asked as she gave a light snicker.  “I swear Yuna, your family never has a dull moment.”

“We have to do it!”  Yuna announced as they rose to their feet.  “Don’t worry Lia!  We’ll be so well behaved that Aunt Sujin will demand you move into the Hussey Hole!”

“Yeah, I’ll whup these dumbasses into shape,” Yeji announced as Chaeryoung rolled her eyes.

“We’re all here to help you, so we’ll do our best to convince your mother of our intentions.”

“Thank you,” Lia answered with a sigh.

“You sure this is how you wanna do things Lia?”  Yuna asked as they held their phone towards them.  “Not to brag, but I’ve gotten really good at climbing walls and am sure I could bust you out easy-peasy.”

“As fantastic as that sounds mother would probably have me stay in the cargo hold of the plane until Sunday if she caught us.”  Lia gave a sigh before her voice cracked through the phone again.  “Regardless, this is my last chance.”

“And we’re going to make sure you do!”  Yuna announced as they slammed their palms against the table.  “Right girls?”

“Of course, Yuna.”

“Hey, you’re the boss remember.”

“Ryujin?”

They all turned to look at Ryujin who seemed very determined to look anywhere but anyone, phone included.

“Whatever.  I’ll help if it’ll get you all off my fucking back.”

Yuna gave a sigh as they shook their head.  It was never good when Ryujin got that tone and-

“Thank you Ryujin,” Lia’s voice on the phone resonated with all the warmness in the world.  “I know this isn’t something you want to do, but I appreciate you willing to give it a try.”

Ryujin gave a sigh as her hand seemed unsure whether to brush through her hair or rub her neck.

“Just… don’t worry about it.  It’s whatever.”

“I still appreciate it,” Lia stated brightly as if all were well and she wasn’t potentially going to be gone forever after Sunday.  “I’ll try to teach you all as much etiquette as I can but-

“Lia, are you talking to someone in there?”

“N-no mother.”

“Don’t worry Lia!”  Yuna announced as they picked up the phone and pumped their fist triumphantly.  “I’ll teach them everything they need to know!  You just stay chill and keep Aunt Sujin off your back!”

“Wha- but, Yuna-!”

“Don’t worry!  I know exactly what I’m doing!”  Yuna shouted before hanging up their phone and looking at their three friends.  “Alright!  You all heard the lady!”

“Aw fuck.”

TING

“Now that we’ve been updated by our McLurbles sergeant out in the field we know how to engage the enemy!”  Yuna announced as their phone chimed to gaining another message.

“Hey, how come Lia got to be a fucking sergeant?”  Yeji asked with a shit eating grin.  “Also, are you gonna answer that?”

“Confidential private!”  Yuna shouted before grabbing the phone shutting it off and chucking it into the corner.  The screen was already broken anyways.  “Regardless, due to the urgency of rescuing our sergeant we are going to start with boot camp training immediately!”

“Chaeryoung, shouldn’t you stop her?”

“Perhaps,” Chaeryoung responded to Yeji’s inquiry with a tempered smile.  “However, it is not my place to question the general.”

“Psh, shoulda known you’d be on her side.”

“And now if there are no more smartass comments, we need to begin our training!  Everyone, welcome to your first day of RikDit!”

MCLRBLS RKDT TRAINING DAY ONE

“Right, so, question,” Yeji stated with another raised hand.  “What the fuck does RikDit stand for?”

“An excellent question private!” Yuna announced as Yeji rolled her eyes.  “RikDit, otherwise known as RKDT is Rich Kid Dinner Training.  And, as someone who comes from Lia’s illustrious yet stifling family line, I will be teaching everyone on how to act properly at the dinner to appease the tyrannical Aunt Sujin.”

Yeji gave a chuckling scoff.  “Shouldn’t Chaeryoung be running these trainings?  Like, no offense Yuna, but you’re a fucking spaz.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You’ve been rather quiet Ryujin.”

They all looked towards Chaeryoung before turning to Ryujin as Yuna watched her with wide eyes.

“Yeah Ryujin. Everything okay?”

Ryujin kept her gaze towards the far wall as she shrugged.

“Just got nothing to say.”

“Oh, come the fuck on Ryujin,” Yeji announced with a bright smile.  “You’ve always got fucking something to say.”

“And I imagine you’ll have plenty of comments once Yuna finally begins training.”

“Chaeryoung!”

She gave a light giggle before turning back to Yuna.  “I apologize, but I just had to say it.”

“Ugh, whatever,” Yuna relented as they ignored the giggles that came from the sofas.  “Anyways, with this being a fancy ass dinner, we're going to have to dress the part, so we’re gonna go shopping!”

“Hells yeah!  Let’s do it!”  Yeji exclaimed as she bounced off the chair with Ryujin rolling her eyes.

“it’s your money your fucking blowing.”

“Cadet, this is a very sensitive mission,” Yuna answered in an authoritative tone.

“Every expense will be made if it can ensure our sergeant's safe return.”

---

MCLRBLS RKDT Day 2

“Welcome back ladies.  Now that most of us have our outfits for the dinner this Saturday it’s time to discuss the shit you’ll need to know,” Yuna announced while sparing a disapproving glare at Ryujin.

Ryujin shrugged before leaning back into the recliner.  “So squirt, what are we gonna learn to fuck up today?”

“You see private.  It’s exactly that attitude that’s keeping you from moving up in this joint.”

“Don’t let it bother you Ryujin.  Yuna’s been promising me a promotion since they started going bat shit crazy.”

“Shit, that must’ve been ages ago.  I mean, I don’t know about you, but Yuna’s been fucking crazy for as long as I've known'em.”

“Excuse me!  Privates!  Pay attention to me!  I’m trying to tell you something important!”

“Don’t feel like you’ve missed out on shit.  They’ve basically been the same since I met'em.”

“Shit, and you still decided to hang out with them?”

“Girls, listen!”

They both turned back to Yuna, Yeji with her wide smile and Ryujin with her teasing smirk.  Yuna gave a sigh.

“I’m sorry, but, Yeji, what did you say after Yuna said they were ‘trying to tell you something important?’”

“Chaeryoung!”

“I apologize Yuna, but you requested that I keep accurate notes on our training to, and I quote, 'make sure everyone has their shit together to rich kid act well enough.’”

Yuna gave a groan.

“Look, I know this is all shitty and no one wants to fucking deal with this shit, but we’ve gotta save Lia!  Which is why our next topic is going to be dinner forks!”

“Why the fuck is that part of this training.”

“Don’t you know Ryujin?  Rich people have, like, eighty different forks all for different kinds of shit.”

“Right!”  Yuna announced before pulling one out.  “Like this one!  Feast your eyes on ‘the salad fork.’  This is only used when a salad is brought out because that’s when you decide whether you’re going to sit through the rest of the dinner, or stab someone in the eye with it and bail.”

“Um, Yuna,” Yeji interjected with a thoughtful pause.  “I guarantee you that's not what salad forks are for.”

“Of course it is!  Honestly, look at its size!  What else would you do with it but stab someone in the eye!”

“So, should I just stab the princess mom since we all know this is gonna be a fucking shit show.”

“Honestly privates, I’d rather we not resort to the fork so quickly, but if you notice we might need a quick escape-”

“A question, if I may,” Chaeryoung interjected as she tapped a pencil against her lips.  “If our goal is to secure Lia’s position in Greenstone then I would suggest we refrain from any violent tactics since assault and abduction are both major legal charges that we would not have the capacity to fight in the court of law if our current ‘public enemy’ decided to take legal action.”

“Dammit.”

“Seriously Yuna,” Yeji responded with a laugh.  “Were you really hoping one of us would stab your aunt in the fucking eye?”

“Better you two than me,” they answered in a despondent voice.

“Look, we basically just do the shit your see in reality shows or whatever,” Yeji responded with an eyeroll.  “Like, no slurping, always have a smile that doesn’t show your teeth and walk and talk like you constantly have a fucking stick up your ass.”

“Yeji!  I was trying to get this training to last three days!”

“Hey, I may be a brokeass fucker, but I still know how this shit works,” Yeji answered as she leaned back.

“But I didn’t even get to talk about the importance of wearing heels.”

“Knowing you, it’s for something eerily similar to why salad forks were invented.”

Yuna gave a groan.

“Well, training’s done, time to party!”

“Wait!”

“Come on Yuna, everything will be fine,” Yeji answered while she tossed Ryujin and Chaeryoung a beer before handing one to Yuna.  “What are you worried about?”

Yuna grimaced before finally taking the can.  “Fine.  But if things go wrong, I’m counting on you to use the fork.”

“You got me Ryujin?”

“You’re on your own.”

“Worry not Yeji.  I will see what we have available in the McLurbles’ fund to see if we can pay for your bail in the event of a catastrophe.”

“Thanks, Chaeryoung,” Yeji responded before clinking their beers.

“I knew I can at least count on you.”

---

MCLRBLS RKDT

DAY 3

As much as Ryujin thought that the rich kid dinner training was a fucking shitty idea, she was sure it still probably would’ve beaten this.

“Fucking hell Rustin!  I know you do your own wigs and shit, but I want my hair to stay on my fucking head!”

“Oh quit whining Ryujin,” Rustin mumbled through the scissors he clenched in his mouth as his brush tore through Ryujin’s hair.  “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.  I would’ve left you to walk around with your ratchety ass hair till someone jumped you for being a fucking dumbass.”

“You’re the only fucker that’d jump someone over a haircut.”

“Because that’s what they’d deserve!”  Rustin exclaimed before he snipped away at Ryujin’s blue locks.  “Honestly though!  Did you try to cut this with a butcher’s knife?”

“Yeah, it was gonna be my new pickup gig,” Ryujin answered with a smirk.  “Nothing turns people on like psychopathic serial killers who give themselves haircuts with their murder weapons.”

“I swear girl, who the fuck convinced you of that?”

“The same fucker that taught me how fucked the world is.”

“Chaeryoung?”

“The internet.”

“Is that also where you got the idea to give yourself a weed whacker cut?”

Ryujin rolled her eyes.  “I do what I want.”

“And that’s why I saw you with my scissors at my vanity trying to fix this rat’s nest you’ve created?”

“It wasn’t my idea,” Ryujin mumbled as she hugged her knees.

“I just don’t get why you thought this would work.  You’d be fucking easy to find with this janky ass cut you gave yourself.  I honestly don’t get why you waste your time doing stupid shit like this.”

“It’s not like I have anything better to do.  Not sure if you noticed, but my life kinda sucks ass.”

“Girl, you know who you’re talking to, right?”

“Yeah,” Ryujin answered with a smirk.  “I kinda forget you liked an ass sucking.”

Rustin smacked Ryujin upside the head as she gave a chuckle.

“I swear, girl you need to figure your shit out.”

“Why would I bother?”

“Because,” Rustin stated as he tugged on either side of her hair to make sure it was even.  “Life is what you make of it.  The past is gone and the future doesn’t exist, so if you’re not spending right now having the time of your life then your life will become nothing more than a royal shitshow where all you do is wait for the curtains.”

“Right,” Ryujin deadpanned.  Rustin stepped away while she brushed the hair off her shoulders.  “And that’s why you’re living the dream in this fucking shit hole that people mistake for a dumpster.”

“Hey, this may not be the best place to live, but people pay me for being beautiful, I get to be drunk as I work, and as long as I make enough money to run my blow dryer I’m happy.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes.  “How’d Michael end up here?”

“Beats me,” Rustin answered as he pulled out a cigarette.  “Guess love makes you do stupid shit.”

Ryujin hummed for a moment as she leaned back in the chair.  She really hoped that Michael was able to pay the water bill so that she could take a shower.  Otherwise, it’d be an itchy walk back to the Hussey Hole.

“Say Rustin?”

“Yeah?”

She took a deep breath in as Rustin’s smoke filled the air.

“How does one become a ‘proper lady?’”

There was a silence that left the air so still that Ryujin was certain Rustin’s cigarette smoke was frozen in place.

Then there was an inevitable, obnoxious laugh.

“You’re fucking crazy,” Rustin sputtered out between fits of laughter.  “You really think someone could turn your ratchety ass into something proper?”

"I never said that."

"I knew that's where you were going."

"Whatever,"  Ryujin grumbled.  “You fucking suck.”

“I thought you already said that,” Rustin responded as his laughter finally began to die.  “Why would you wanna learn anyway?”

“Cuz stupid shit’s happening,” Ryujin answered as she moved her hands to rest behind her head.  “Can you help me or not?”

“Oh honey, I wouldn’t just teach you how to be a lady,” Rustin answered as Ryujin saw his devious smile through the mirror.  “I’d teach you to be a queen.”

“Yeah, so, that’s a no.  Thanks for nothing.”

“Damn you’re moody,” Rustin answered as he took another drag of his cigarette.  “What’s the deal with all this anyway?  You trying to impress the rich cousin?”

Ryujin gave a scoff.

“It wouldn’t matter anyways.  She’s moving.”

Rustin hummed for a moment, leaving the smoke to show whatever anxiety Ryujin refused to show.  Finally, he gave a shrug.

“Well, you never know.  After all, you seem to be trying, and as long as you do that things have a chance of working out.”

“Coming from the cross dresser in the crack house.”

“Hey, if I wasn’t trying, I wouldn’t have a job.  Some things you just gotta take one step at a time, you know.”

Ryujin hummed.  It felt like it’d be a lot to disagree with Rustin, mostly because Rustin always had something to say back.  Besides, she felt like she’d opened up as much as she needed to for the night.

“Rustin?  Ryujin?  You home?”

“We’re in here Mikey!”

Michael entered the room as he immediately moved to give Rustin a kiss before turning back to Ryujin.

“Hey, I finished up the dress you wanted.”

Ryujin’s stared at the dress as she silently praised the miracle worker that was Michael Faletutulu.  It actually looked like something her raggedy ass could pull off without looking like a fucking poser.  She lifted the dress before releasing a sigh.

“Hey… Michael.  Rustin.”

She turned to the two who looked at her with lightly concealed bewilderment.

“Just… I owe you two,” she answered before turning back to the dress.

“I owe you both a lot.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it squirt,” Michael responded as he ruffled Ryujin’s newly cut hair.  “Besides, what kinda assholes would we be if we were expecting you to pay us back.”

“Seriously though Ryujin, you wouldn’t be worth the hustle.”

Ryujin gave a light chuckle as she shook her head.

“Yeah,” she answered back as she stared at the dress.  She refused to say it.  She refused to even acknowledge that she was thinking it.  It wasn’t going to work anyways.  Lia’s ass was as good as gone.

But secretly, she hoped she’d be wrong.

---

Lia groaned as she sank into her mattress.

Honestly, her mother hadn’t even met her friends yet!  Why was she requiring her to pack up to leave?!

She gave a scoff.  She knew exactly why.

She just hoped she’d be wrong.

TING

 

From Shin Ryujin:

hey

 

Lia suddenly became more alert as she responded to the message.

 

To Shin Ryujin:

Hey Ryujin.  How have things been?

 

From Shin Ryujin:

the usual

hbu?

 

To Shin Ryujin:

Other than my mother being present to be overbearing nothing much has changed here.

 

From Shin Ryujin:

thats ruf

 

To Shin Ryujin:

It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before.

 

From Shin Ryujin:

if u say so

 

…

…

That’s it?

Seriously?!  Ryujin just drops a text on her out of the blue and this is the extent to which she communicates?!  Just when Lia thought that Ryujin couldn’t be any less expressive Ryujin turns around and surprises her.

 

To Shin Ryujin:

By the way, was there a specific reason you texted me?

 

Her thumb hovered over the send button.  Did she really want to pry deeper with the most closed off adolescent she had met in her sixteen years of life?

She gave herself a scoff.  As if that was the real question.

She hit send as she waited on her bed, wondering if the other question on her mind would get an immediate answer.

TING

 

From Shin Ryujin:

not rely

just thout id chek in

u kno make sur ur cuzin didnt burn down ur hous 2 kidnap u or shit

 

Lia couldn’t suppress the smile that crossed her face.

 

To Shin Ryujin:

I appreciate you being worried about me.

It’s sweet of you.

 

TING

 

From Shin Ryujin:

who sed I cared?

i just wantd 2 kno if YN did sumthin stupid

its a pain wen they do shit but dont tel me

 

Lia rolled her eyes

 

To Shin Ryujin:

Well, I hate to disappoint you, but Yuna hasn’t burned down my house, hired an assassin after my mother or snuck through the vents to grab me before jumping us both out the window.

 

From Shin Ryujin:

thats 2 bad

 

Lia gave another smile as her fingers twiddled over the phone.

 

To Shin Ryujin:

Hey, do you mind if I’m honest with you for a moment?

 

From Shin Ryujin:

do wat u want

 

To Shin Ryujin:

I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

 

She moved her thumb but stopped right before the green button.  Should she say that?  Was that being too forward?  Yeah, this wasn’t the time to make stupid comments like that.

Erase.

 

To Shin Ryujin:

I’m nervous about the dinner tomorrow.

 

No.  Definitely do not send that one.  Ryujin was probably dreading it more than she was.

She gave a sigh.

 

To Shin Ryujin:

Never mind, I lost what I was thinking.

Probably just fatigue.

 

From Shin Ryujin:

If u say so

 

Lia gave a sigh, typing in her response before another message popped up on her screen.

 

From Shin Ryujin:

u sur ur ok?

 

Lia gave a soft smile as she typed in her response.

 

To Shin Ryujin:

I’m fine.  I appreciate your concern.

 

From Shin Ryujin:

dont wory bout it

 

To Shin Ryujin:

I'm not worried, I'm grateful.

 

She sent the message and waited, though she wasn't sure for what.  She let the pause linger before deciding it was killing her more than it was likely afecting Ryujin.

 

To Shin Ryujin:

In any case, I’m going to go to bed.  I’ll see you tomorrow.

 

From Shin Ryujin:

k

c u tomorrow

 

She gave a sigh as she set her phone to the side, not letting the irony of the situation evade her attention.

It was the airport all over again.

She would get to be Yuna at the airport, trying desperately to get some disinterested and judgmental twat to accept a group of people that were different from who they were, but incredibly important to them.

She was able to accept them eventually.

She gave a sigh as she turned over in her bed.

She just hoped her mother could accept them faster than she did.

---

The Last Supper

Yuna was tearing at Chaeryoung’s notebook with a force that Ryujin was certain was actually tearing through at least ten pages beneath the victimized one.

“Chaeryoung!  How could you even write that?!”

“I apologize, I just thought the allusion would be fitting given the circumstances.”

“Well, it’s not ‘fitting’ cuz tonight is definitely not going to be the last time I'm going to see Lia.  I’m gonna get my cousin back one way or another.”

Ryujin moved her attention to her phone as she secretly wondered what Yuna’s plan B was since she was 180 percent certain that plan A was going to be a bust.

“What’cha lookin’ at Ryujin.”

“Fuck off Yeji.”

“Let’s see, wait till you’re signaled to sit, sit straight at the table.”

Ryujin turned to punch Yeji’s shoulder who simply laughed at it.

“Aw, I didn’t realize you were so spazzed about this.”

“I’m not.  I don’t give a shit.”

“You’re such a fucking liar.”

“Didn’t I tell you to fuck off already?”

Yeji gave a laugh as Ryujin couldn’t help but be jealous with how comfortable Yeji seemed to be given the circumstances.  She wished Yeji would’ve been losing her shit just as bad, but somehow she seemed to be the most assured of all of them.  It didn’t help that Yeji looked like an absolute goddess in her red long-sleeved dress.  It made sense since she spent over five hours looking for one that would cover her tattoos but, by some miracle, they actually found one.  The long sleeves reached had a fabric ring that she wrapped around her middle finger which alowed the sleeve to cover the dragon head of the trademark tattoo she became so well known for.  She originally was going to find a sleeveless dress so that she could wear gloves to the dinner, but all the ones she found left her shoulder tattoo exposed, which left them back to square one.  Her current dress was perfect though, with a turtle neck collar that kept her shoulders covered, but left plenty of space for the dress to open up to show her middle and lower back.  She went all out for the dinner, even getting some gold hoop earrings, using some red and gold eyeshadow to compliment the dress and clipping her hair back with two strands on either side that looped from the front of her hair to the back.

She looked fucking amazing.

Though, to be honest, they all did.  Chaeryoung’s forest green dress was a lot more simple than Yeji’s elaborate look, but it made her wavy auburn hair and brown eyes shimmer with an ethereal spirit as if she became more nymph than human.  Then there was Yuna in her dark purple gown with a slit in the side to show off her long legs.  She had moved from murdering Chaeryoung’s notebook to putting in some diamond earrings that dangled from her ears behind her hair that was accented with a braided crown that was tied off at the back.

Then there was Ryujin.

She tugged at her black skirt, suddenly self-conscious that it was probably too short for such an occasion as it didn’t even reach the top of her knees.  Her blue hair was definitely not likely to be looked well upon either.  She should’ve fucking dyed it back to brown when she had the chance.  Of course, with as much as she dyed it she was probably going to be bald in five years, but she could worry about that later.

The dinner was what she was worried about now.

“Well, what are we hanging around here for?  Youngjae’s waiting for us outside.”

“Dude, there’s no way we’re all fitting in his pickup truck.”

“Nope.  Have fun riding in the back bitches.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes as Yeji gave a smile.  This was probably the one time Ryujin would say she regretted not getting her license.  Not that that kept her from driving on occasions, but whatever.

“Anyways, let’s get going!”

Ryujin swallowed her groan as she followed the others to the car and filed into the box covered truck trunk.  Yuna and Chaeryoung were chatting up a storm as Yeji opened up the window to join in.  Ryujin just moped for the most part.  The dinner hadn’t even begun and she was already over it.

Which was never a good sign for anything.

“Alright, you all have fun and call me if you need anything else.”

“Will do!  Thanks bro!”

Yeji slammed her door shut before greeting the three others in the trunk with a wide grin.

“We ready to raise some hell?”

“Its what we’re good for apparently.”

“No, that’s not what’s gonna happen!”  Yuna announced, sending a glare Ryujin’s way.  “We’re going to be fucking awesome and convince Aunt Sujin that Lia has to stay here.”

“I still don’t get why I have to be here,” Ryujin grumbled as she made her way out of the trunk.  Fucking short skirts weren’t good for anything mobility-wise which didn’t make Ryujin’s mood any brighter.

“Apparently Yuna’s mother informed Lia’s mother that there were three of us in addition to Yuna who joined in on Lia’s venture,” Chaeryoung explained in a tone that completely hid her grimace.  Ryujin felt better seeing that she wasn’t the only one pissed off at this situation.  Or maybe Chaeryoung was just pissed off that this was all because of some fucking parental gossip.

“Why are you all being so pissy,” Yeji asked as she helped Chaeryoung down.  “I mean, just think, we’re in some rich kid’s mansion!  We get to dress up, eat fancy shit Ryujin and I wouldn’t be able to afford in our lives and stir up some nefarious drama schemes to rescue some poor girl from her oppressive parental regime.”

“So, in essence, this is your chance to act in a reality television scenario.”

“Exactly!”  Yeji exclaimed to Chaeryoung’s comment.  “I mean, let’s be real, I know I have style, I just… never get the chance to show it.”

“You mean besides getting shit-faced and breaking the hearts of every person in the club by being the biggest jailbait of the century.”

“You see, you get me!”

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes as Ryujin gave her a knowing smirk. Chaeryoung smiled back which made Ryujin feel a little lighter.  She would’ve missed these weirdos.

Even if she’d never let them know it.

She shook her head.  Better not get too sentimental.  Of course, she couldn’t help but notice that Yuna had grown rather quiet, which meant they were either nervous, or they were plotting something they’d all regret.

“You alright there, squirt?”

Yuna gave a sigh.

“I’m just worried about Lia.”

They all turned to Yuna, one hugged elbow causing them to look absolutely uncertain.  Ryujin began to think that they all underestimated just how difficult this would be for them.

“Hey, don’t worry too much about it.  You know we’re here with you one hundred percent!”

“Of course, Yuna.  You have our full support.”

Ryujin watched as Yuna relaxed at Chaeryoung’s and Yeji’s support.

“I actually just came for the food, but at least you have those two.”

“You’re a fucking liar Shin Ryujin,” Yuna laughed as she playfully slapped Ryujin’s shoulder who silently laughed at the antics.

“Regardless, I’m really glad you’re here too.”

Ryujin just gave a shrug.  “Don’t worry about it.”

“In any case, shall we head?”  Chaeryoung asked.  “After all, the dinner won’t eat itself.”

“Yeah,” Yuna answered with a smile as she snuck her hand into Chaeryoung’s.  “Let’s get going.”

Chaeryoung and Yuna walked ahead as Yeji chuckled at the two.

“Didn’t realize this was a couple’s dinner!”

Yuna gave Yeji the bird who laughed at the response while Ryujin rolled her eyes.

“Leave the kids alone.”

“Why, you jealous?” Yeji asked with a teasing smile.  “If it’d make you feel better, I can be your date for the evening.”

“Psh, you wish.”

“Suit yourself,” Yeji answered before bounding towards the two ahead, talking happily with Yuna as she wrapped an arm around her waist and Yuna wrapped hers around Yeji’s shoulder.  Yuna was such a fucking baby.  At least those two were able to look out for her.  Of course, the happy walk towards the mansion could only last so long.

There was no point in delaying the inevitable.

They rang the doorbell as one of those fancy tunes that rich people used chimed within the massive abode.  Apparently, ‘ding dong’ is too basic.

The door creaked open as a man in a full suit and posture like someone taped a wooden plank to his entire body greeted them.

“Greetings, ladies.  Mrs. Choi has been expecting you.  Please, follow me.”

They followed the man into the house as Ryujin struggled to not balk at the size of the entryway.  It was large enough to give every tent city resident in Greenstone a place to stay, and that was just the first room.

“Please do not dally.  The mistress is eager to begin the dinner.”

Ryujin blinked twice before turning her indifferent gaze towards the butler as she bit the inside of her cheek.

“Yes sir.”

She balled up the fists at her sides before releasing them.  She fucking hated this shit!  She wanted to tell him to fuck off and she’d be there when she felt like it.

She hated feeling so controlled.

She just needed to stay in control.

She felt Yeji’s fingers brush her forearm as Yeji gave her a look of concern, but Ryjin brushed it off.  Even if she felt like talking, she couldn’t do so openly here.

Just remember: ‘yes sir,’ ‘no ma’am,’ salad forks are the fork that’s the size to poke someone’s eyeball out.

If she got through the evening without poking someone’s eyeball out it would be a miracle.

“Mrs. Choi, Miss Julia.  Your guests have arrived.”

They both turned towards the entrance.  Mrs. Choi gave a tempered smile as Lia stared at Ryujin.  Ryujin shifted her gaze, pretending to be intrigued by a fruit portrait on the wall past Yuna.  She didn’t need the princess making her feel more embarrassed than she already was.  Even if she did look drop dead gorgeous in her navy blue gown that was cut low to show off her prominent collar bones and a skirt that flowed to just above her knees.  Lia even fucking curled her hair for this shit that caused it to flow elegantly around her shoulders and Ryujin had enough fucking shit to worry about with Lia looking absolutely stunning.

“Hello ladies.  I’m Mrs. Choi, Julia’s mother.  It’s a pleasure to have this opportunity to meet you all.”

“Thank you for hosting us,” Yuna stated as she stepped forward.  “It’s wonderful to see you again Mrs. Choi.”

“Ah, Yuna, the pleasure’s all mine,” Mrs. Choi stated in what Ryujin was certain was a tone too formal to be honest.  “Please, tell me, who have you brought with you this evening.”

“These are my friends,” Yuna stated as she stepped to the side.  “This here is Lee Chaeryoung.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Chaeryoung stated with a slight bow.

“And here we have Hwang Yeji.”

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Yeji responded, mirroring Chaeryoung’s gesture.

“And finally, this is Shin Ryujin.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Ryujin barely managed to mumble, noticing Mrs. Choi’s analytical gaze on her.

Fuck!  They just barely met and she already fucked up!  What the fuck was wrong with her?!

“A pleasure,” she answered in a tone that threatened to frost over.  “Thank you for accepting my invitation to dine.  I was eager to meet the friends Julia brought with her to Los Cielos.  Did you enjoy the trip there?”

“It was quite wonderful.  The weather was absolutely perfect for venturing,” Yeji answered in a warm smile that looked like a mix of nostalgia and bliss.  Dammit!  Why was she so good at this?!  Dropping Chaeryoung vocabulary like Chaeryoungese was her first language?  Ryujin was just hoping to get through the dinner without saying anything stupid and Yeji was acting like she lived and breathed this shit.  Which, she kinda did with some of the television programs she watched, but that was besides the point.

“Los Cielos is known for it’s temperate weather all throughout the year which makes it a highly sought after destination.”

“I can see why.”

Ryujin had to force herself to not vomit at Yeji playing the preppy poser.  This bitch was going to send Lia away and even if it was for Lia's sake, Ryujin just didn't feel right with all the sunshine they were blowing up her ass.

“Well then, we should get this dinner started.  Please go ahead and sit wherever you wish.

Ryujin internally sighed.  They went over this.  As per rich people custom Mrs. Choi and Lia were going to sit at the two heads leaving two spaces each on either side.  They moved to their seat quickly, with Yuna sitting next to Lia on her left and Chaeryoung sitting between Yuna and Mrs. Choi as Ryujin sat next to Lia on the opposite side and Yeji across from Chaeryoung.  It felt so somber.  This dinner seemed tolerable when Yuna had used chess pieces and dollhouse furniture to create a ‘battle strategy’ for this scenario, but now it just felt soul sucking.

“So tell me --------------------”

Wait, what did Mrs. Choi just say?  Ryujin didn’t pay attention when the soup got delivered.  Now, there was a soup spoon… right?  But which fucking spoon was the soup spoon?!  Whatever, she decided she could wait as her fingers began to stretch and fidget on the table.  Crap, what was that about no elbows on the table?  Wrists were fine right?  But drumming her fingers would probably get her in shitloads of trouble!  She gave a sigh as she moved ehr hands to her lap and began drumming her fingers against her thigh.  Yeah, that should work.

“I met Yuna at school,” Chaeryoung stated as Ryujin took in a quiet inhale.  Okay, so Mrs. Choi was asking how they met Yuna.  “We had Language Arts together and after being assigned a project together we became inseparable since.”

Ryujin was glad she hadn’t figure out the soup spoon yet so she could gag on Chaeryoung’s words alone.  That was such a fucking lie.  Of course, this was the rich people dinner.  And you never told rich people the truth.

So, great, now they needed to bullshit their meeting stories.

“Ryujin and I met Yuna through Chaeryoung.  We met Chaeryoung at a debate conference where we became friends.  She later introduced us to Yuna and we’ve all been close since.”

“I see,” Mrs. Choi answered as she glanced past Ryujin before turning to Yuna.  “Your friends seem to hold you very dear Yuna.”

“Th-Thank you,” Yuna winced quickly before recomposing themself.  “Their support has meant the world to me.”

“I see,” Mrs. Choi answered in a neutral tone.  “Well now-”

Ryujin gave another silent sigh.  Thankfully Chaeryoung and Yeji seemed to have all this shit figured out which would allow Ryujin to focus on more important things.  Like, which fucking spoon was she supposed to use for her fucking soup!  She swallowed a frustrated growl as she looked towards Lia.  She was using the larger spoon to scoop up the red liquid before turning her spoon over and watching it drip back into the bowl.

“Julia.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Lia snapped to attention, posture immediately straightening and eyes forward as Mrs. Choi had turned the entire table’s attention towards her.

“Has your soup cooled down enough?”

Ryujin kept her gaze fixed on Mrs. Choi whose expression contradicted the words that were spoken at the table.

What a fucking two-faced bitch.

“Yes mother.”

Her mother gave a hum before Chaeryoung engaged her in a conversation about some political shit going on in the world.  The others seemed just as determined to keep Mrs. Choi content, but Ryujin couldn’t stop watching Lia, eyes downcast as she almost looked too defeated to move.  Ryujin nudged her knee into Lia’s.  She immediately turned her eyes towards Ryujin who furrowed her brows just slightly.  A soft smile, almost imperceptible crossed Lia’s face a she gave a slight nod before turning back to her soup.

This was such bullshit.

“So, Miss Ryujin, what extracurriculars do you take part in?”

She heard the words, but wasn’t sure how to respond.  She looked across the table and saw all eyes were fixed on her as she turned to Mrs. Choi who wore a knowing smile.

That told Ryujin all she needed to say.

“I don’t.”

Yuna’s eyes nearly popped out of their head as Yeji and Chaeryoung glanced worriedly at each other, but she kept her gaze fixed on Mrs. Choi seemed genuinely confused.

“I… see.  So, are you strictly focusing on your studies then?”

“No.  I’m not in school.”

Yeji punched Ryujin’s thigh as Chaeryoung looked like she was soothing Yuna out of a panic attack.  Mrs. Choi gave a scoff.

“Then what do you do?”

Ryujin sported the slightest of smirks as she felt Yuna kicking her from across the table.  Yuna better have her salad fork ready since she was keeping her heels occupied.

“I do what I want.  Which I know doesn’t impress you, but whatever.  I don’t make my life decisions trying to figure out what people would be impressed by.  I know I’d fail them miserably.”

She tilted her head at Mrs. Choi as her trademark mischievious smirk crossed her face.

“So, I just do me with giving a fuck what anyone else thinks.”

Mrs. Choi stared at her with a challenging gaze as Ryujin decided to show everyone that Yeji wasn't the only fucker to put on a show.  Who gave a shit which spoon was used for soup, tea or smacking knuckles.  She grabbed the bowl and gave a long exagerated slurp as she felt all eyes on her.  They stared at Ryujin who released a satisfied sigh at the taste before she stretched her arms with a belch escaping her.

“My bad.”

Silence settled over the dinner table as Ryujin was the only person who bothered to disturb the stillness.  Eventually, Mrs. Choi hummed.

“I see.  In that case, I must retire and discuss the situation with my husband.  You are all free to stay for the remainder of the dinner.”

“Cool.”

Mrs. Choi gave Ryujin a final look of indignation before she excused herself.

Finally.

“What the fuck Ryujin?!”

“Ryujin!  I know we didn’t get that far in my rich dinner lessons, but that was a HUGE no no!”

“Ryujin, what was the point of that?”

“Psh, what’s the point of any of this bullshit?”  Ryujin asked as she took another slurp of her soup.  “You didn’t meet Yuna because of some stupid class project and you met Chaeryoung through Yuna, not the other way around.”

“Dammit Ryujin, this isn’t about the truth, this is about the sell!  Why couldn’t you just go along with it!”

“Cuz there was no way in fucking way Lia’s mom was actually letting her stay.”

“You don’t know tha-!”

“Actually… she does.”

They all turned to Lia who continued to show the same withdrawn posture she’d had the entire dinner.

“My mother already has me packed to leave.  This was just a courtesy.”

Yuna stared with their mouth agape, looking like they might cry at any moment as Chaeryoung moved a hand to Yuna’s knee and Yeji turned back to her soup.

“Damn.  Now I feel like a fucking tool.”

“Told you.”

Yuna released a sad sigh as they kept their gaze down.

“We did so much fucking work.”

“I’m truly sorry,” Lia stated.  “I should’ve warned you beforehand, but…”

She hugged herself tighter as she looked away.

“I was scared you wouldn’t show up.”

Silence settled over the table for a moment before Yuna rose from her seat to give Lia a hug.

“Of course we would’ve still come Lia.  You’re my favorite cousin.”

Lia gave a laugh before she returned the hug.  “That’s because I’m your only cousin.”

“No way!  I mean, you’re also basically my favorite sibling since all my other ones are assholes, so don’t act like it’s a default position.”

Lia rolled her eyes as she continued to giggle.  “It really did mean a lot that you all came.”

“Of course,” Chaeryoung stated with a warm smile.  “We’re all here to support you.”

“Yeah, don’t feel like you gotta lie to get us on your side.  We’re all about helping each other out.”

“Speak for yourselves,” Ryujin answered as she wiped the last of her soup from her mouth.  “I just came for the food.”

Lia smacked Ryujin’s shoulder who gave her a cocky smirk.  She laughed as they all began to dissolve into friendly chatter.  Yuna discussing her absolute hatred of Parker Jones, Chaeryoung elaborating on her plans for treasurer, Yeji filling them in on how work had been going, Lia asking probing questions to get more information on her new friends and Ryujin making snide remarks wherever she could fit them.

Suddenly, the night wasn’t so terrible.

Now Ryujin was just worried about what would happen after dinner.

---

“Have a good night all of you.  Please, get home safely.”

“Have a good night Lia!”

“Take care.”

“Thanks for having us!”

“Later princess.”

Lia rolled her eyes as the butler shut the door.

“Well, they were certainly the spirited group.”

“Yeah,” Lia said absentmindedly.  “They really are.”

The butler gave a hum, leaving a pause to allow Lia to stay in her thoughts for a moment before he spoke again.

“By the by, your mother requested your presence in the study.”

“What for?”

“That’s between you and her,” the butler stated firmly before offering a bow.  “Have a good night and if you require my assistance please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you.”

He walked briskly out of the entryway as Lia gave a sigh.  She had been in this position before.  Ryujin was missing and Yuna had called her.  She was in this entryway when Mrs. Stuart told her she had to stay.

She ran away then.

Maybe she could run again.

…

No.

She was going to decide what she wanted to do with her life.

And, right now, she wanted to stay.

She turned on her heel as she made her way up the stairs and in front of the study door.  Take deep breaths.  In.  Out.

She could do this.

She opened the door as her mother sat behind the desk.

“Good evening Julia,” her mother greeted before returning her focused gaze to her desk.

“I was told that you wanted to speak with me.”

“Yes.”

There was a silence as both remained frozen in the room.  Time seemed to stand still as Lia waited for her mother to finally address what she wanted to discuss.

Finally, Lia decided she couldn’t wait anymore.

“Mother, I-”

“You’re staying in Greenstone.”

Lia’s eyes widened as she fought to keep her mouth from dropping to the floor.

“I… what?”

“You’re staying in Greenstone.  Anytime you leave you are to inform Mrs. Stuart that you are visiting with Chaeryoung and Chaeryoung only.  I do not want to hear anything about you visiting the other three.  If there are any further issues here it will be your father who gets involved so do not make me regret this.” She turned towards Lia with the harshest expression Lia had ever seen on her mother.“Do I make myself clear?”

“I… yes ma’am!”

“Good,” her mother responded with a heavy sigh.  Lia couldn’t help but wonder if her mother always seemed as tired as she looked now.  It was a short lived moment however as her reasserted her focus on the desk as if Lia were an inconvenience to some important work she had there.  “That is all.  You may leave now.”

“Thank you,” Lia voiced, however she had so little breathe to speak.

Did that really just happen?

She walked back to her room and flopped onto her bed as she stared at the ceiling.

Was she really able to just… stay?

TING

 

From Shin Ryujin:

hey princes

 

She gave a small smile as she looked at the message.

 

To Shin Ryujin:

Hello Ryujin

 

From Shin Ryujin:

U doin alrite?

 

To Shin Ryujin:

Yes

 

She paused as an incurable smile found its way on her face.  She exited her conversation with Ryujin to open a group message as the widest grin she had felt in her life cracked her face.

 

To Hwang Yeji, Shin Ryujin, Shin Yuna, Lee Chaeryoung:

I look forward to seeing you all at the Hussey Hole tomorrow.

Chapter 9: Nobody Like You

Notes:

Alright, so one, sorry for the delay, I thought I'd have this chpater up earlier but then there was work and holidays and distracting video games so I apologize for the dealy. Second, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!! I'm super ecstatic to see that this fic reached 1000 hits and am so grateful for all the ccomments that folx have taken the time to write. It means so much to me to get your feedback and so I jsut wanted to say again here that I truly appreciate all the comments and kudos this fic has received and will continue to work on providing more quality content. Anyways, that's all I have to say, I hope everyone's having a good holiday season and I hope everyone enjoys the latest chapter =)

“DUDE, I CAN’T BELIEVE AUNT SUJIN’S LETTING YOU STAY IN GREENSTONE.”

“Seriously!  I thought your ass was as good as gone when Ryujin went all ‘spoons are for the bedroom, not the dinner table!’”

Yeji laughed at her own joke as Ryujin rolled her eyes.  “Whatever.  You're just jealous cuz you didn't clock the mom."

“Meh, lost opportunity." Yeji answered with the wave of her hand.  "Seriously though, you could've drummed that up soooooo much!  Like, slammed your spoon against the table as you rose from your seat and pointed at her shouting some bullshit like 'your deception cannot hold us for we see you in your true form you snake!'"

"Sorry, but being dramatic's Yuna's thing."

"What's that supposed to mean!"

"Uh, it means that wherever you go you have to make a scene."

"That's not true!"

"Dude, you have a whole instagram account that's bascially nothing but you being dramatic about something."

"Let's see, you have your last modeling show, your Barbie act at the Royal Springs Hotel... say, do you still have the karaoke video from-"

"Of course not!"

"Don't worry Yeji, I've got it."

"NOOOOOO!!!  We can't discuss that now, my cousin's right there!"

"You mean the video where you got drunk and sang My Heart Will Go On on the bar counter?"

Yuna went completely red as Yeji's smile dropped open.  Ryujin gave a full smile as she breathed out a laugh at Lia's knowing smirk.

"How do you know about that?!?!"

"Uh, you posted it that night Yuna," Lia answered with a smile.  "It was definitely quite the entertainment to receive at two in the morning."

Yuna's mouth moved to try to formulate sound as Yeji and Ryujin had a hayday beside her.

“So, Lia.  How does it feel to be back in the Hussey Hole?”

Lia turned to Chaeryoung who looked at her with a warm smile.

“Honestly?  It feels so surreal.  I was incredibly surprised when my mother said I could stay.”

“We were all surprised by that,” Chaeryoung responded as she placed her chin in her hand.  “Although I can’t imagine that your mother would allow you to stay without some conditions.”

“You see, that’s the part that I’m having difficulty understanding,” Lia answered as she stared up to the ceiling.  “I thought I’d have to argue with her in order to convince her to let me stay, but she told me I was staying before I could even get the words out.  And even the conditions she stated didn’t make sense.”

“Which were?”

“If I’m to leave on a social call, I’m to inform Mrs. Stuart that I’m visiting Chaeryoung only," Lia answered as she tilted her head.  "Something to that effect at least.”

“So… your mother doesn’t want you hanging out with the rest of us?”

“Ugh!  That’s so like her!  I’m glad you’re not putting up with Aunt Sujin's shit anymore Lia.”

“Well, that’s the thing that really perplexes me,” Lia admitted as her brows furrowed.  “She stated that I’m to tell Mrs. Stuart that I’m visiting Chaeryoung only and that she doesn’t want to hear about me visiting the rest of you, but she never actually stated that I couldn’t visit the rest of you."

“Fascinating that your mother left such a glaring loophole in her expectations,” Chaeryoung stated with an expression of curious interest.

“I thought so too.”

“Man Lia, you’re such a raging lesbian that your in the closet about your friends.”

“Excuse me?!”

Yeji’s laughter immediately died as the scream that came from Lia halted everyone in their tracks.

“I mean I’m not-!  I'm not acutally-!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re fooling?”

“Yeah, Yuna already told us about the shit that went down at school.”

“WHAt?!”

“Yeji!”

“Wait, what?”

“NO!  Nothing happened at school!  That was a misunderstanding-!”

"Oh, I get it now," Ryujin answered with a grimace.  “I'm guessing the Royal Springs Hotel was another 'misunderstanding' huh?”

Lia’s face flushed red as she felt like she wanted to vomit at Ryujin’s words.  She looked at her with such indignation that Lia’s stomach dropped.

“That-!  I-I just…”

“It’s okay.”

Chaeryoung spoke calmly as she moved to sit next to Lia and she rested a hand on hers.

“You’ve never been in a space where you could openly talk about it, have you?”

“I…” Lia gave a sigh as she took back her hand to hug her knees.  “No…”

Lia refused to look up even though she knew all eyes had to be on her.  She hugged her knees tighter as she kept her gaze fixed on the floor.

“Hey, um… I just wanna say sorry Lia,” Yeji finally broke the silence with a sheepish grin.  “I should’ve realized that calling you out like that was a shitty move.”

Lia gave a sigh as she barely peeked at Yeji.  She still didn't think she knew Yeji very well, but something about her always felt comforting and supportive that she felt like the apology had to have been sincere.

“But, seriously Lia, I wouldn’t have told them if they weren’t going to be hella supportive of it.”

“Yeah Lia.  If you're looking for people who know about dealing with queer shit then… well… you found your crew.”

Lia’s eyebrow quirked for a moment as she turned to look at everyone, noticing that Ryujin was actively avoiding looking in her direction.

“You mean… all of you?”

Yeji broke out into laughter as she leaned further into her seat that caused Ryujin to push Yeji's legs off the couch.

“You mean you didn’t know?!  Holy fuck Yuna!  I thought you told her!”

“I mean, come on Lia, what do you think I meant when I said they helped me accept I was 'different?'”

Lia’s gaze panned across all of them, all with supportive smiles as Ryujin barely peeked at her from under her hanging hair.

A smile found itself on Lia’s face.

“And I promise you we’re all here to support you too.”

---

 

Ryujin tossed the stress ball up towards the ceiling as it landed back into her palm.

Why was she such an ass?

“Well, looks like it’s just you and me today Ryujin.”

“Weeee.”

Yuna rolled their eyes at Ryuin’s sarcastic enthusiasm as she tossed the stress ball again.  Yeji had work and Chaeryoung wasn’t able to get out of the house apparently so it was just the two of them stuck at the Hussey Hole.  Which was fine with her.

After all, even she knew she was a mega asshole to Lia.

She caught the stress ball before squeezing it.  It was so fucking stupid!  She hears some vague shit about something happening with Lia at school and how it somehow relates to her being a lesbian and she gets fucking butthurt about it.  Seriously, she needed to get her shit together!  Lia could do whatever the fuck she wanted.

Besides... it’s not like the Royal Springs Hotel meant anything besides Lia got drunk. It just sucked that Ryujin didn’t get drunk enough.

Damn she really wished she’d been drunk.

“Helloooo!  Earth to Ryujin!  Are you listening to me?!”

“No.”

Yuna threw a couch pillow at Ryujin as she chuckled to herself.

She was such an ass.

“I’m trying to figure out a way to keep Lia from coming to the Hussey Hole!”  Yuna shouted with a pout.  “I was able to convince her that none of us could come today and we’d try again tomorrow, but now I need another excuse!”

“Yeah, why are you trying to cock block Lia from the Hussey Hole after all the shit we went through to get you two hanging again?”

“Ugh!  You really weren’t listening!”

“Hey, if I’ve got anything going for me, it’s that I’m honest.”

“That doesn’t fucking help me now!”

“Hey, I said I'm honest, not helpful.”

Yuna groaned as she settled back into her couch, out of pillow ammo to launch at Ryujin which Ryujin knowingly smirked at.

“Look, I wanna have a surprise party for Lia now that she’s officially part of our friend group.”

“Okay... and why can’t you just keep saying we’re all too busy?”

“Because she might come here anyways!  Trust me!  She’s a bored teenager at home with nothing to do!  There’s nothing stopping her from just showing up!”

“I guess,” Ryujin answered, not totally buying Yuna’s reasoning, but also unable to argue against it since she bummed around the Hussey Hole all the time strictly because of exactly the conditions Yuna said.  “Why do you wanna throw a surprise party anyway?”

Yuna gave a sighing groan as they looked at their hands.

“You remember that day?  I think it was two Sundays ago.”

Ryujin scoffed.  Should she ask if Yuna meant the Sunday she got completely shit-faced, fooled around with some girl in a public bathroom and then wandered off to sleep in an abandoned building before setting her runaway plans in motion?

Yeah, she wasn’t that big of an asshole.

“What about it?”

“That was Lia’s birthday.”

Ryujin’s jaw immediately clenched.  A part of her wanted to tear out her phone and stalk Lia’s Instagram just to verify what Yuna said, but she wasn’t going to give that big a tell to the baby cousin of all people.

“So?”

“So, I know that no one fucking did anything for it because Lia’s parents were out of town and she has no friends from being Repunzled in her tower  for so fucking long!”

Ryujin fiddled with the stress ball in her hand.  She honestly wanted to tell them 'tough nuts' grab some booze and leave, but Ryujin knew she'd never do that to Yuna.  She just had too big of a soft-spot for their hyperactive, little spaz.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t still be an asshole.

“Alright, I have an idea.”

“YOU DO?!?!?!”

“Yep,” Ryujin answered as she got up from the couch.  “Nothing to do but blow the shit out of your toilet.”

“WHAAAAT?!?!?!”

“Let’s see, I know we got some shit stashed here somewhere and… ah ha.”

“NO RYUJIN!!!  YOU ARE NOT BLOWING UP THE TOILET!!!”

“Chill out squirt,” Ryujin answered with a smirk as she grabbed a cherry bomb out from the entryway closet.  Classic.  “Besides, you know this is for the greater good.”

“NOOO!!!  I WON’T LET YOU DO IT!!!”

---

 

From Shin Yuna:

Sry 2 say this evry1 but ther wont b ne hussy hole 4 a wile

Rj blew up the fukin toilet

 

From Hwang Yeji:

Wat like she took a major dump?

 

From Shin Yuna:

No like she fukin blew it up w/ a fukin chery bom

 

From Shin Ryujin:

Told u I was an ass

 

From Lee Chaeryoung:

On the bright side, Ryujin has improved on her engagement of property damage by limiting her area of destruction to things owned by Shin Yuna.

 

From Shin Ryujin:

Im glad u c im tryin chae

Now I just need yn’s rnts home adres

 

From Shin Yuna:

NOOOOOO!!!!

U R NOT GOIN NEWHER NEAR THER HOUS!!!

 

From Shin Ryujin:

Y not?

Ur nevr ther neway

 

From Shin Yuna:

I want 2 liv past my teen years!

 

Lia watched as the messages poured forth from her phone like a deluge as she tried to figure out how to respond before another message would pop up.  Eventually, she sighed before she put her phone down.

Maybe she was a bit in over her head trying to be friends with them.  After all, if Ryujin blew up Yuna’s toilet then who knew what else they were capable of.

---

 

Ryujin stepped foot in the coffee shop as the smell seemed to shoot caffeine straight into her brain.  She wondered if that was why Chaeryoung claimed this was her favorite spot to study, but Ryujin also figured that Chaeryoung would’ve been just as happy with anywhere outside her parents’ house.  But that was besides the point.

She gave a sigh.  She hated seeking them out like this, but at least Chaeryoung was subtle.

She strolled over to the beanbag next to Chaeryoung’s chair as she flopped onto it.  Chaeryoung gave a smile.

“Ah, Ryujin.  To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You’re not gonna be fucking snarky with me too are ya?”

“Maybe a little,” Chaeryoung answered as she took a sip of her coffee before typing something into her laptop.  “Has the day been treating you well?  You know, with the exception of blowing up Yuna’s toilet.”

“Hey, the squirt asked for it,” Ryujin answered with a soft smirk gracing her lips.  “Besides, she probably told you that she apparently has plans for the place.”

“Which is why you’ve come here to ask for gift ideas I presume.”

“Pft, right.  Like you’d know what to give the princess better than her cousin.”

“You're right, though I also wouldn't mention to the others that you had reached out if in fact you were.”

Her smile remained plastered on her face as Ryujin rolled her eyes.  Of course, Chaeryoung was right, but that was no reason for her to gloat.

“I just figured the squirt would be busy taking care of other things.”

“Of course you did,” Chaeryoung responded with just the slightest hint of sarcasm as her gaze remained locked on her computer screen.

“Watcha doin’ there anyways?”

“I’m working on the script for my next podcast.”

“You really obsess over that thing, don’t you?”

“I suppose I have convinced myself of the necessity that I update it frequently,” Chaeryoung responded as she took another sip of her coffee.  “After all, despite the argument that education is a right, it is obvious that not everyone is given the same educational opportunities which is forcing our nation to live in constructed ignorance to further promote our elitist society.  The internet is the closest entity to a common space since the ancient Greeks and yet it is constantly becoming more and more privatized to further promote the exclusiveness of a diversity of knowledge.”

“You know, you don’t need to throw every word you know at me to let me know you’re smart as hell.”

Chaeryoung gave a sigh as she shook her head.

“I apologize for that.  I, too, am a byproduct of elitism.”

“Don’t worry, I knew that much.”

Silence settled over them before Chaeryoung released a giggle.

“I suppose I should also apologize for getting you sidetracked.  You came here seeking my help, yes?”

Ryujin gave a scoffing chuckle.

“I never asked for help… but since we’re already here, let's snoop on the princess a little.”

---

 

DING DONG

Ryjuin stepped from one foot to the other as she waited for the door to finally throw itself open.  She hated waiting.

Especially waiting alone.

Especially waiting in front of someone’s house.

She gave a groan as it took every fiber of her being to not bang the fucking door down and-

CREAK

“Well whadaya know?”

“Fuck off,” Ryujin answered with an eyeroll.  “I only showed up cuz I got bored waiting at Rustin's.”

“Yeah you convince yourself that,” Yeji answered with a smile before locking up the door.  “You ready to head?”

“I’m fucking here, aren’t I?”

“Aw don’t be so pissy,” Yeji answered as she pulled out her vape.  “You need a hit?”

Ryujin gave a shrug before grabbing the vape and inhaling deeply. She let the smoke exit her lungs as she handed it back to Yeji who mimicked the movement.

“So, you know what you’re getting ‘the princess?’”

Ryujin rolled her eyes.

“It’s none of your business.”

“So, that’s a no,” Yeji answered with another inhale of her vape.  “Guess we’re all on the same page then.”

“Whatever dude.  Besides, the only thing I’d be able to afford giving her is a load of shit.”

“Hey, it’s the thought that counts, right?”

Ryujin rolled her eyes as Yeji gave a chuckle.  “Guess i know what I'm getting you for your birthday.”

“Haha!  Dude, my brother would be sooooo fucking pissed if you stank up the house!”

“You know, I feel bad for the guy,” Ryujin answered with a smirk.  “He’s gotta put up with your wild ass.”

“Hey!  I’m responsible!  I can take care of myself!”  Yeji exclaimed as she returned the vape to her pocket.  “Besides, I don’t pull shit nearly half as wild as you!”

“What can I say?”  Ryujin answered with a light chuckle.  “I’m one of a kind.”

“And we're all so grateful you are,” Yeji stated with a laugh.  “I don’t know if the world could handle more of you.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes as they entered the mall and began to window shop.  Yuna and Chaeryoung showed up later, but Ryujin barely paid them any mind.  She was too busy inspecting every article of clothing, movie and random trinket she passed by as she tried to determine if it would be a worthwhile gift, if Lia would like it, if it was worth convincing one of them to buy it so that she’d have something to give to Lia.

Eventually, she left a trio of very disappointed individuals.  They were all more than willing to help her get Lia something.  She knew that for a fact, but she also knew she wouldn’t be caught dead actually asking for it.  She wasn't even sure why this was bothering her so badly. After all, her and Lia could barely be considered friends.

And it's not like she had anything worthwhile to offer anyways.

---

 

It had been one week.

A full seven days at that!

Seven full days of everyone ghosting her.

Sure, she understood that things happen.  Yeji works, Yuna’s in summer school, Chaeryoung’s parents keep her on a tight schedule and, apparently, Ryujin has scheduled demolition projects that she must engage in for reasons unknown.  Lia understood it, her friends were busy.

She gave a scoff.  If she could even consider them her friends.

She groaned as she held her head in her hands before her eyes glanced at the lower drawer where she hid away her college guides.  Just a few weeks ago she was tearing through the pages to find a college that would take her as far away from Greenstone as possible, but as soon as the opportunity to leave presented itself she was desperate to stay.  She opened the drawer gingerly as she pulled out one of the books, letting her fingers graze the cover ever so gently.  She released a sigh.

She knew why she wanted to leave Greenstone.  She wanted to get out of her parents’ hold and make her own decisions.  Moving to Los Cielos would’ve made that even less possible.  Of course, that begged the question, how much of a hold did her parents actually have on her in Greenstone?

Lia’s thumb ran over the letters on the cover.

What was the real reason she wanted to leave?

CRASH

She screamed as she ducked under her desk.  Glass fell like rain in her bedroom as she struggled to calm herself.  Was someone breaking in?  Was this supposed to be an attack?  Should she stay there trying to hide or should she call someone for help?!

“My bad!”

Lia’s hands immediately moved from her ears to curl in front of her as she strangled the imaginary neck of the owner of the voice.  She immediately groaned as she stomped her way towards the window.

“SHIN RYUJIN!!!”

“Hey princess.”

Lia's fingers gripped the window frame as Ryujin gave her the same snide smirk she always seemed to carry.

“Why the hell did you smash my window?!?!!?”

“Fuck, I already said 'my bad' princess.  Besides, it’s not like I could use the door.”

“So, you broke my window?!”

“Hey, I had to get your attention somehow.  Also, why are your windows that fucking breakable?  I figured rich people like you could afford the military shit.”

“The stature of my house’s windows are irrelevant!  Besides, you could’ve just sent me a text!”

“Yeah, but I didn’t feel like it.”

Lia gave a groan as she shook her head.

“Okay, well, why are you here?  And it better not be ‘because I felt like it!’”

“Well, that' why I'm here.”

Lia groaned with her hands in her face as she refused to look at whatever teasing smirk Ryujin would be sporting this time.

“Oh, but also the Hussey Hole’s back up and everyone’s already there if you wanna come over.  Anyways, enjoy your life.”

Lia shook her face out of her hands as she struggled to comprehend what Ryujin had said.  “Wait!  The Hussey Hole’s open?!”

“Yeah.”

“Well-!  Then-!  Wait for me then!”

“You su-“

“Yes!  You better sit your ass right there Ryujin or I swear to God you will regret it!”

She heard Ryujin’s disbelieving chuckles echo in the background as she carefully hurried to get her shoes on before wading back across her glass covered bedroom floor.

“Ms. Choi, is everything alright?”

“Yes Mrs. Stewart,” Lia rushed out as she hurriedly brushed past.

“But I thought I heard-”

“Everything’s fine!”  Lia shouted a little too quickly.  “I’m going to visit Chaeryoung for a bit.”

“Well, don’t forget-”

“Curfew!  I know!”

She rushed out the door before slamming it shut and running towards where she knew Ryujin would be before jumping onto her back.

“HOLY-!!”

“SHHHHHH!!!”

Lia shushed Ryujin as she pressed one of her gloved fingers to Ryujin’s lips while still straddling her back.

“Consider this payback for breaking my window.”

Lia was certain she could feel Ryujin’s eyeroll.  “What?  You’re shitty attempt at jumping me?”

“No,’ Lia answered as she tried to suppress the smile she knew Ryujin couldn’t see.  “Instead, you’re carrying me to the Hussey Hole.”

“PFFT!  You’re fucking crazy princess!”

“Not the first time you said that to me,” Lia answered playfully as she adjusted herself on Ryujin’s back to get more comfortable.  “Now, I do believe we are late to being somewhere.”

Ryujin gave a light chuckle as Lia watched her shake her head.  “I swear princess, you’re the fucking worst.”

“At least now we have a mutual understanding of each other,” Lia answered with a wide grin.  “Now, onward!”

Ryujin gave a sigh before finally moving forward with a chuckle.  “You’re lucky Yuna’s on my ass right now.”

“Honestly, I’m not sure what surprises me more: that you’re actually carrying me to the Hussey Hole or that you're doing so because you're apparently afraid of a fourteen-year old.”

“It’s better not to question those things.  Makes me feel less like putting up with your bullshit.”

Lia gave a light giggle before falling back into silence, struggling to decide if she should question Ryujin more or if she should just enjoy the ride.  She ended up opting for the latter, hugging Ryujin’s shoulders slightly tighter as she nestled her head against Ryujin's shoulder.  Times like these she felt like Ryujin was more a teddy bear than an actual person.  It was nice.

It was also too short lived.

THUMP

“We’re here princess.”

Lia groaned.  “You could’ve at least had the decency to tell me you were letting go.”

“Why would I do that?”

Lia glared at the same teasing smirk Ryujin wore a little too often as she internally rolled her eyes.  She supposed there was only so much she could expect from the other woman who was now pounding on the door.

“Open up assholes!  I brought the hostage.”

Lia rolled her eyes at that one.  “Is that why you’ve been acting so violently today?”

“No, I’m just always like this.”

Lia moved to retort but then thought against it.  After all, the only interactions she’d had with Ryujin were her standing on cars, smoking her life away and then turning her mother’s formal dinner into a disaster.  At least, those were the only sober memories she had of Ryujin but she knew that the other memory wouldn’t exactly give her any proof against Ryujin’s statement even if it wasn’t fuzzier than all the stuffed animals Yuna liked to collect in the Hussey Hole bedroom.

Besides, it was better not to dwell on that night.  It lead to thoughts that led to ideas that were… complicated…  that had become even more so ever since-

“SUUUUUURRRRRPRRRIIIIIIIIIISSSSEEEE!!!!!!!!”

Confetti fell from the air as Lia became absolutely frozen in disbelief at what she saw.  The entire room was decorated with streamers and balloons as the dying shout was replaced with Yuna’s iron lungs blowing the life out of a party blower that was leaving an incredibly obnoxious trumpeting sound ringing in the awkward silence that everyone else left.  Lia was certain it was a full minute before Yuna had to take another large inhale as they motioned to continue their trumpeting.  Thankfully, Ryujin prevented it as she snatched the blower out of Yuna’s hand, tore the paper from the plastic reed and returned the tube back to Yuna.  Yuna looked at it with a mournful gaze before taking it and blowing sadly into the now silent tube.

“Damn Ryujin, that was a mood killer.”

“It had to be done.”

“Dammit, I should’ve known to buy more than one of these things.  Now how am I supposed to celebrate the party?!”

Chaeryoung gave a light laugh before turning back to Lia.  “So, were you sufficiently surprised?”

“I am not only surprised, but I am absolutely bewildered by the whole purpose of all of this,” Lia answered honestly as she noticed Yuna’s beer collection all laid out on the counter and a stack of three presents on the ottoman in the living room.  “Are we celebrating the rebirth of Yuna’s toilet?”

Yuna immediately laughed as she posed triumphantly before the newcomer.  “Of course not!  The toilet was perfectly fine!... Barely.”

“Besides," Yeji commented with a smile.  "If we threw a party every time something was fixed Ryujin would never stop destroying shit.”

“As if,” Ryujin answered with a scoff.  “You’d wreck the whole fucking place then blame it on me just to give Yuna something to buy more booze for.”

“No-!… Actually… that doesn’t sound like too bad an idea.”

Ryujin rolled her eyes before Lia panned the room once more.

“Okay… so then… what is all this for?”

“Psh, isn’t it obvious?”

Lia quirked an eyebrow before Yuna shouted, jumping with arms widespread.

“THIS IS YOUR OFFICIAL WELCOME PARTY!!!”

Lia wasn’t sure she could comprehend it.  They all did all of this?  All for her?

“We also heard that your birthday was a couple weeks ago, so we also decided we may as well throw you a belated birthday celebration.”

“What?”

“Yeah!  We even got you some presents!”

“Wait, those are for me?”

"Of course Lia!"  Yuna announced with a bright grin as they dragged their cousin by the hand.  "What kind of a birthday would it be without presents!"

Lia's jaw hung open as Yeji suddenly materialized right next to her.  "Don't get your hopes up too high. None of us had any idea what to get you. Well, none of us but Yuna."

"What can I say?  No one knows Lia like her favorite cousin!"

"Who said you're her favorite?"

"Uh, I did and this is my house so anyone who disagrees can get the fuck out."

"'Kay, bye."

"NOOOO!!!  RYUJIN!!!  I WASN'T TALKING ABOUT YOU!!!!"

Lia couldn't help but laugh as Yuna draped herself over Ryujin's arm to use their whole body to keep her still as Ryujin tried very hard to hide her amusement. Lia couldn't help but feel like Ryujin seemed happier somehow, but she couldn't place why she thought that or why Ryujin would seem that way.  She dismissed the thought for now.  Apparently there were other things she had to attend to.

Like presents.

"Here's the one I got you.  I hope you like it."

Lia smiled widely as she thanked Chaeryoung before slowly unraveling the gift.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it? How did you know that Roxanne Mayweather was my favorite author?!"

Chaeryoung just gave her same tempered smile as she took a sip of her beer.  "I apologize, but I'm sworn to secrecy on my sleuthing strategies."

Lia gave a laugh as she dismissed the thought.  Her parents never let her read 'garbage literature' and she had so wanted to read the fifth volume of On the Brink of Life for far too long, but the library never seemed to get it.  And now it was finally hers!

"Thank you so much Chaeryoung!  I absolutely love it!"

"HEEEEEY!!!"

Yuna suddenly showed up, leaping over the couch to sit next to Lia, inspecting the evidence in Lia's hands and pouting at their best friend.

"Chaeryoung!  How could you start the gift opening without us!"

"Yeah!  Don't you know some of us are working hard to keep this spazzo contained?!"

Yuna swatted at Yeji who wore a bright smile as Chaeryoung rolled her eyes.

"I simply thought it unfair to force Lia to wait until you all had settled down.  That being said, she only opened my gift, so you all are free to give yours."

"Sweet!  Then mine next!"

"Wha-!  Yeji!"

"What?  You're the cousin right? So yours should come last anyway."

"But-!  Ugh!  Fine!"

"Fuck yeah!  Let's do this!"

Yeji immediately bounded over the couch before grabbing the largest gift that was there.

"Here! I really hope you like it!  I wasn't totally sure what to give you."

Lia gave a light giggle.  "I'm sure it'll be great."

She slowly unwrapped the box before gingerly cutting the tape to reveal what was inside.

"Aw, it's adorable!"

"Haha, thanks!  Yuna mentioned you always wanted a cat so I figured I'd get you the next best thing."

Lia pulled out the fluffy yellow stuffed animal that looked like it was likely designed after a cartoon pet rather than an actual cat breed but Lia didn't mind.  She hugged the toy and relished how soft it was before turning back to Yeji with a smile.

"I love it."

"That's good to hear!"

"Okay! My turn!"

Yeji rolled her eyes as Yuna immediately bounced to the table and grabbed the final box before bounding back to Lia.

"Here you go!"

Lia had to reorient herself to the scene with Yuna's sudden movements before she could register that Yuna was back in the seat right next to her.

"Come on! Open it!"

"I'm getting to it Yuna, have some patience."

"NEVER!!!"

Lia rolled her eyes as she stripped away the final scrap of wrapping paper before her fingers gingerly brushed against the mini piano inside.

"It's…"

"Wait! You gotta play it!"

Yuna immediately wound the key as the music box began to play a soft lullaby that was always a favorite from her childhood.

She was completely beside herself.

"This is incredible Yuna. All of this is! I…"

She paused, her eyes turning to the warm smiles that lit up the room as she fought against the lump in her throat.

"I don't know what to say."

"Well, don't feel like you have to say anything," Yuna responded as they moved to wrap an arm around Lia's shoulders.  The gesture was short lived when Lia wrapped her arms around Yuna to pull them into the tightest hug she could manage.  Yuna happily returned the embrace.

"Aw, group hug time!"

As did Yeji.

As well as Chaeryoung.

Lia gave a giggle.  "I didn't realize you were a group hug person Chaeryoung."

"Why wouldn't I be?  I am all for supporting all forms of communal togetherness."

"Yeah, yeah, we've all heard your lectures, but this is party time, not school time.  So let's turn this place the fuck up!"  Yeji announced as she moved to the speaker.

"Hey! I thought we agreed I'd get to pick the first song!"

"Sorry Yuna, losers weepers. Now, to kick off this night we're gonna do-!"

"I suppose the quiet had to die at some point tonight."

"With those two hosting the party it was inevitable," Chaeryoung answered with a light smile.  "I hope it doesn't cause you too much of a headache."

"I think I'll be alright," Lia answered with a light smile as she watched Yeji try to keep the speaker away from Yuna's swiping hands.  At least Yuna found someone who was able to match their energy.  Of course, Lia couldn't help but notice that their little crew of chaos just happened to be one short.

"Are you alright Lia?"

"Yeah," she answered softly as her eyes turned to the window to see Ryujin drinking a beer on the balcony.  "Is it alright if I excuse myself for a moment?"

"Of course.  After all, it is your party."

"Thanks," Lia answered with a small smile before she rose from her seat.  It was a short walk to the balcony and she couldn't help but wonder how no one seemed to notice Ryujin sneak out earlier or even mention her absence.  She opened and closed the door as quietly as she could, but not quietly enough as Ryujin turned to face her.  The gaze was immediately retracted as Ryujin returned her gaze to the building ahead and took a swig from her beer.

"Hey princess."

"Hello Ryujin," Lia answered as she moved to lean against the railing next to Ryujin.  Silence reigned over them as Ryujin continued to sip on her beer can.

"What are you doing out here?"

"A whole lotta nothing."

She drank the beer in the same methodical way she tended to smoke, though Lia couldn't help but find it strange to see Ryujin with a beer can instead of her usual drug. Lia pushed that thought to the side.  That wasn't what was really pressing on Lia's mind right now.

"Then why don't you join the party inside?"

Ryujin's head swayed as if it were balancing the options of how to answer that question.  Finally Ryujin shrugged.

"Just don't feel like it."

Lia gave a thoughtful hum as she eyed Ryujin suspiciously.  Eventually, she shrugged it off before taking a seat.

"You never feel like being social apparently."

"Hey, don't you have some fucking party to be at?"

"As I've been informed, it's my party so I get to do as I wish."

Ryujin gave a scoffing chuckle as she shook her head.

"Spoken like a true princess."

Lia rolled her eyes but didn't get the chance to retort before Ryujin broke the silence.

"By the way, do rich kids ever check their mailboxes?"

Lia rolled her eyes.  "And why does that even matter?"

"I dunno, I'm just curious," Ryujin answered before crushing the can in her hand.  "Besides, I know you know how to cook, so maybe I just wanna know if you trained yourself to get the mail too."

Lia smacked Ryujin's calf who laughed, whether at her own comment or her reaction Lia wasn't sure.  She sighed before deeply inhaling the cool summer air that befell them during the night.  It was soothing.

"Hey! What are you two bums doing out here?!"

"Yeah, I didn't plan and host a party just for forty percent of the guests to bail, now get back in here!"

They both were dragged back into the apartment with Lia giggling at Ryujin's begrudgingness.  The rest of the night slipped away into loud music and light booze as the party continued on. Yeji and Yuna continued to provide the vast majority of the energy with their loud singing and dragging everyone to the dance floor-living room.  Chaeryoung joined in with much less energy but much more grace than a drunken dance would probably ever see.  Ryujin continued to heckle from the sidelines until Yeji finally challenged her to a drinking contest, where, if Yeji won, Ryujin would have to dance.  It ended with Yeji being deemed to incapacitated to walk home and Yuna deciding to stay with her at the Hussey Home, shouting to everyone 'who's the babysitter now!'  And Lia drank in every moment of it as she set the beer can aside to make sure she didn't 'pull a Yeji.'  After all, she told Mrs. Stewart she would be home and she desperately didn't want to push the envelope just in case it'd burst the lucky break she got in just being there.

She hated having to leave, but it was unfortuantely necessary.  Of course, she found it just as difficult functioning somewhat tipsy as it was hungover, but she managed.  She always found a way to manage.

At least, she usually did, but her house was so ridiculously huge it made the whole trip aggravating!  It was like walking through a desert swearing the next oasis was only a few hundred yards away just for it to never come any closer.  Honestly, she hadn't even reached her mailbox and-!

She immediately paused as she stared at the little metallic cube that sat next to her property's gate.

Do rich people ever check their mailboxes?

And why does that even matter?

Her heart dropped as she walked forward.  She thought the question was rhetorical, or maybe even just inane, but now she began to think it was hypothetical.  Hypothetically, would Lia bother checking her mailbox?  Hypothetically, what would Lia even find?

She reached in before her fingers grazed against a piece of paper.  It was folded neatly, unlike the crumpled ball Yuna told her Yeji found the day Ryujin ran away.  Lia made a mental note to herself that Ryujin may just communicate more through mailboxes than through any other mode of communication.

She gave a sigh before shutting the mailbox and heading into her house.  She scrutinized her room, noting that no one had cleaned up the broken glass. Of course, Ryujin's announcement came later than most of the housekeeping usually did so it wasn't surprising.  She should probably clean it up anyway since she gave housekeeping enough of a headache on her actual birthday. She finally turned her gaze to the paper, noting it was completely blank on all sides which made her wonder if it was even for her.

Guess there was only one way to find out.

She opened it up as her grin cracked the dams in her eyes. Inside was a drawing of the five of them, Yeji and Yuna with their usual enthusiastic expressions, Chaeryoung with a tempered grin, and Lia with the brightest smile she'd ever seen on herself as the four of them clanked their beer cans together with Ryujin sitting on an armrest in the background already downing the vile liquid that what it lacked in taste made up for in togetherness.  The picture itself was drawn in an oval that had an elaborate frame and was surrounded by the words Welcome to the Hussey Hole in a cursive font that would get thicker in places to curve into star points.

It was the perfect gift.

They all were.

She moved to her drawer to get some mounting putty before posting the picture right above her bed as she wound up the music box, snuggled with her now dubbed kitten Whiskers and hunkered down to some teenage trash literature about vampire romance before she shut the book to release a happy sigh.

She was so incredibly grateful that Yuna fought so hard for them. It would've been so easy to have left Lia to her own devices where she'd wait until she was in college to figure out friends and relationships and all the other things too complicated for a high school teen in a heteronormatized household, but it wouldn't have been the same.

She had friends now.

And she knew that no matter where she went she never would've found anyone like them.

Chapter 10: You Make Me

Notes:

Hey everyone! I don't really have much to say, but I would like to once again thank everyone for their support! It means so much that people continue to enjoy this fic and I'm always excited to see everyone's comments! Thank you all so much for the feedback and compliments and I hope you enjoy this latest chapter of The Time of Our Lives =)

Yuna stared at herself in the mirror as she gave a sad sigh.

This wasn't going to work.

The foundation she used was way too dark for her complexion.  Or, maybe it was too bright and that's why it looked like she smeared Cheeto dust all underneath her cheekbone.  She groaned as rested her head on her arms in the vanity.  She always thought make-up was stupid, but once she had her eyes opened to all the possibilities she could do with it, she began wishing she would've bothered learning it earlier like all the other femme-bodied folx that identified as female 24/7.

She sighed loudly as she kept her gaze focused on the mirror, not focusing on herself, but on the girl rustling around in the bed.  Yuna couldn't help but smile as she turned towards the waking form who looked absolutely confused by her surroundings.

"Good morning starshine!"

Yeji blinked about five times as the grin Yuna wore got just slightly wider.

"The Earth says hello!"

"Well... no offense, but can the Earth fuck off for a second?"  Yeji asked as she rubbed her eyes.  "I'm still trying to figure shit out."

"Oh! I can help you with that!". Yuna announced as she bounced in her seat.  "So we threw a party for Lia last night and you were kind of a bitch for not letting me use the speaker, but whatever.  Anyways, everyone started dancing but Ryujin so you challenged her to a drinking contest-"

"Fuuuuuuck.  Why didn't anyone stop me?"

"I mean, I thought it was an awesome idea."

"But Ryujin doesn't do party games!  She just trolls the fuck outta the dumbasses who challenge her!  She probably just sat there and watched me get shit faced!"

"Yeah, but you broke your drinking record of seven cans under a minute!  How could I stop you when you were on such a roll?!"

"I did?!"  Yeji answered as she hummed lowly.  "I still feel like I'm forgetting something though…"

"Well, then you started throwing up off the balcony so we made you stay the night here."

"That makes sense now," Yeji responded through her yawn that morphed into a groan.

"Shit."

"You've got Ibuprofen on the nightstand by you."

Yeji grabbed the bottle that had a glass of water next to it before downing two pills and chugging the liquid.  "Thanks Yuna."

"Of course!  I didn't earn my ‘number one babysitter’ ribbon for nothing!"

Yeji looked at the ribbon Yuna pointed at that she posted on the corner of her bedframe.  It was made with blue construction paper and colored with yellow crayon as the words OFFICIALLY THE BABYSITTER NOW we're neatly scrawled in black sharpee.

"Meh, I guess that's accurate."

"Thanks!  I worked super hard on it!"

"I bet you did," Yeji answered with a smile before laying back in the bed.  "Ugh, I don't wanna get up."

"Then don't!"

"Can't," Yeji answered with a grimace.  "I've got therapy in… what time is it anyways?"

"Uhhhhh…. 9:02."

"Shit," Yeji answered with a groan as she sat back up to scratch her head.  "Guess I better get dressed then."

"You have therapy this early?!"

"It's what happens when you reschedule for some spazzo to throw a surprise party," Yeji answered with a grin.  "The things you push off to party always come back to you later."

"Ugh, don't remind me.  I haven't even started my 12 page essay on To Kill a Mockingbird. "

"When's that due?"

"Two days."

"You still got time."

"Yeah, but, let's be real, I'm not starting that shit till 3 the morning it's due."

Yeji gave a laugh.  "Spoken like a true procrastinator."

"Damn straight!"

Yeji shook her head chuckling as Yuna watched her go to the closet and pull out some clothes that they stockpiled for 'emergency slumber parties.'

"I'll be right back."

"Yeji, wait!"

Yeji paused at the door as Yuna fidgetted at the vanity.

"I… I don’t mind... I mean, you can change here…”

Yuna paused for a moment as she sratched the back of her head to distract from her awkwardness.

“I mean… you know… if you're comfortable…"

Yeji sighed heavily as Yuna left the comment to die.

"Yuna, I… I know what you're trying to do, and... don't get me wrong I do appreciate it, it's just… I'd just rather change in the bathroom, you know?"

"Y-Yeah! Totally! I just, just thought I'd let you know..."

"Yeah," Yeji answered with a slight smile.  "I get you."

Yuna's lips curled but it wasn't necessarily in a smile as she watched her friend by the door.

"Look, I'll be back 'kay?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

Yeji left the room as Yuna turned back to the vanity.

That was super stupid.

She sighed.  Yeji said she understood, but Yuna couldn't help but feel like she didn't.  Or, at least, she didn't fully understand.  Of course, maybe Yuna was at fault thinking she'd understand Yeji more than anyone.  After all, Yeji was the person who helped her most in exploring her genderfluid identity, especially after things with Chaeryoung....

Yuna shook her head as she slapped her cheeks.  That was a while ago.  Besides, everything was better now!

No point in dwelling on the past.

"Ahhhh, dude, I don't know about you but I'm so ready for this day to be done already."

Yuna gave a light chuckle.

Everything was better now.

"Hey, don't say that!  There's still plenty of time to fuck shit up!"

"Like your face?"

"Ugh, I know!  I should just wipe it all off and go bareface," Yuna announced as she leaned her head against the vanity before turning to Yeji with a mischievous smile.  "Unless you wanna finish it for me."

"You are so fucking needy!"  Yeji announced with a laugh.  "Honestly, how do you get by without us?"

"I don't!  I just sit around moping until one of you comes around!"

Yeji gave a sigh at Yuna's bright smile.

"Alright."

"YES!!!"

"Shit, but pipe down if I'm helping you," Yeji answered with a groan.  “And get me some wipes so I can fix your face."

Yuna handed Yeji a face wipe who began dabbing it against Yuna's skin as, for a rare moment, Yuna sat perfectly still.  She kept her eyes closed as she felt Yeji's gentle hands go to work as her voice became a gentle hum of what she was doing, describing the lines she was drawing with the blush to create the desired feminine effect and commenting on how despite how rich Yuna was she always managed to buy the shittiest cosmetics.  Yuna couldn't help but smile at that one, even with Yeji scolding her for moving her lips as she was coloring them in.  Yuna didn't whine like she normally would though, instead focusing on the the way Yeji's eyebrows furrowed anytime she scrutinized a part of the make-up she did, or how light Yeji's fingers would be when they cupped Yuna's chin to hold her head in place, or the way Yeji's eyes would light up whenever she decided how to fix a blemish.  There was something about these moments that brought out a side of Yeji that Yuna loved watching, as the girl pressed on with passionate seriousness.

"Alright, I think that does it," Yeji announced as her bright smile returned to her face.  "All set to break some hearts.  Or... some fingers if needed."

Yuna turned towards the vanity mirror as the light seemed to catch her face and cause it to glow to accentuate the contours that Yeji colored in.  She looked absolutely flawless.

"Yeji, this looks incredible!"

"I know," Yeji answered with a cocky smile.  "That's why you hired me, right?"

"But for real though," Yuna mumbled as she stared at herself in the mirror.

"Well, get off your lazy ass and learn to do your own makeup," Yeji responded with a smile.  "You're not gonna get any better if you keep asking me to do it."

"I know, but I also know you never say no," Yuna answered with a large grin.  "You love painting my face too much."

"Yeah sure you convince yourself that."

"I don't need to.  I know it for a fact that-!"

BRIIIIIIII-

"Oh shit! I gotta get to class!"

Yuna hurriedly grabbed her phone, tie and backpack before booking it towards the door.

"See you tonight Yeji!  Love ya!"

"Huh?  Oh, wait!  Yuna-!"

"Sorry, running late!  Tell me later!"

And with that Yuna slammed the door as she rushed down the stairs leading out of the apartment building with the biggest smile on her face.  Sure, she has school, but after that it was going to be another funtastic day with all her friends at the Hussey Hole.

She couldn't wait for it.

---

"Hello everyone and welcome back to another installation of Judy Lee and the Responsibility of Us .  For today's broadcast, I'd like to bring up a concept known as 'Epistemology of Ignorance.'  This term was first popularized by Michel Foucault when he began to describe the ways in which power perpetuates itself within society.  Prior to Foucault's book Discipline and Punish many epistemology scholars were divided into two ideas as to how we obtain knowledge, one of which is described as being a posteriori, or, knowledge gained through experiencing the world around us.  Of course, Foucault notes that because we cannot possibly experience everything that we can potentially know about the world we rely on authoritative figures to provide knowledge for us, leading to his popular term 'knowledge-power.'  Now, what makes knowledge-power important is that because we rely on authority figures to communicate to us what knowledge they gain, they are also at liberty to omit certain facts with many being none the wiser.  This privileged position of determining what information isn't deemed worthwhile knowledge to share, or is considered knowledge that should be actively hidden, leads to what Foucault terms 'Epistemology of Ignorance.'"

Chaeryoung hit pause as she quickly took a sip from her water bottle before turning back.

"Now, many of us may already recognize how Epistemology of Ignorance can play a part in our academic institutions.  We experience this any time a health class ignores queer identities, a history class ignores the contributions and human rights violations of people of color, and when all the literature read in a Language Arts class are by white male authors.  These are large scale instances of institutionalized ignorance that, although definitely a major issue, is not the main focus of this broadcast.  Instead, I'd like to delve into how language is utilized as a major vehicle to-"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Chaeryoung turned to her window and sighed as she saw the happily waving Yuna hanging from a tree in front of her window.

Good thing she knew better than to do her podcasts live.

She took off her headphones and opened the window, letting Yuna roll through the windowsill with a light giggle.

"Thanks Chae! I was worried you'd leave me hanging there."  She giggled again as her bangs splayed across her face.  "Get it? 'Hanging?'"

"I'm very well aware of the intent behind your vocabulary choice, Yuna," Chaeryoung answered dryly.  "Is there something you need?"

"Uh, yeah!"  Yuna announced as she hopped to her feet.  "I need to hang out with my best friend!"

"Well that will have to wait," Chaeryoung deadpanned as she shut her window.  "I'm in the middle of recording my broadcast."

"Awwwww, but can't that wait?!"

"Yuna, you know that I set aside every third Thursday of the month to record and post my broadcast."

"Yeah, I know," Yuna answered with a groan. "Of course, I still think that's a stupid rule.  I mean, that's right during Thanksgiving!"

"That's the fourth Thursday Yuna."

"Oh yeah!". Yuna piped as she watched Chaeryoung slowly return to her computer.  "But pleeeeease! I mean, it's summer! You can get away with posting one a little late, can't you?!"

"You know I don't compromise my podcast Yuna," Chaeryoung stated evenly.  "I do this out of passion not obligation, and unless there was a major emergency occurring I would not put my podcast on hold."

"What do you consider a 'major ' emergency?"

Chaeryoung simply glared at Yuna who immediately raised her hands.

"Hey hey! I was kidding! I know your podcast is important to you and I respect that.  There'll be no more distractions from me.  Promise!"

Chaeryoung gave a sigh as she turned back to her monitor and returned her headphones to their place on her head.  She replayed what she already had, before hitting record again.

"Instead, I'd like to delve into how language is utilized to-"

CLACK

"How language is-"

CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK

"Yuna!!!"

"Ah!" Yuna cried as she held the clacking pendulums of Chaeryoung's Newton's Cradle together.  "Sorry!"

Chaeryoung sighed heavily.

"Yuna, if you wish to remain here until I finish my podcast then you need to find something that will entertain you quietly."

"Right!!  Don't worry, Chaeryoung!  You won't even know I'm here!"

Chaeryoung took a deep breath.  Just relax.  After all, this was just the only three hours of the day where she could dedicate it to whatever she desired without needing to leave the house and Yuna had, without prior arrangement, took it upon herself to encroach on her space and time, but it would be okay.  Yuna could be patient.  It shouldn't take her too long to record as long as Yuna kept herself out of trouble.

She inhaled one last time before turning back to the monitor and hitting record.

"Instead, I'd like to delve into how language is utilized as a major vehicle to to perpetuate the ignorance we experience and continues to allow for the legal oppression of all minorities in the states."

She took another sip of her water.  Finally she got that line down!

"To begin this broadcast, I'd like to start with the Declaration of Independence, a document written to establish to America's separation from Great Britain where Thomas Jefferson famously wrote 'all men are created equal.'  As the feminist movement of the sixties and onward began to critique the way that patriarchy had embedded itself both theoretically as well as legally within the country this line became exteremley important to show how language was woven into this document to privilege men over women.  As the United States claimed to become more progressive, moderates began to argue that, although the term may have originally been used exclusively, the continued use of the term ‘men’ is now meant to be an inclusive term for all ‘human’ beings.  The truth of the matter is that even if the term ‘men’ is being used as shorthand for the term ‘human’ it still falls into the same trap both literally as well as etymologically speaking.  As gender neutral a term as 'human' may appear to be, it's origins say otherwise, being a combination of the Latin terms 'humus' meaning "earth" and "homo" meaning 'man.'  Regardless of the term used, our language privileges men as being-"

RUMBLE CLATTER CLATTER CLATTER CRASH!!!

"YUNA!?!?!"

Chaeryoung rose from her seat as she saw her debate trophies had all been knocked over and the lamp on the edge of her desk had shattered.  She also noticed one of her teddy bears was suspiciously on the ground next to her trophy shelf and turned to see Yuna looking like a deer in headlights as she held another teddy bear in her hand.

"Uhhh," Yuna slowly raised a pointed finger to the bear she was holding.  "They did it."

Chaeryoung clenched her fists as her shoulders tensed.

"Yuna… get out of my room now."

"Right! Sorry! Uh… do I need to take the window or…"

"Your means of exiting are irrelevant," Chaeryoung responded as her pitch rose with her frustration.  "Just leave.  Please."

"Right! Sorry again, I'll be sure to make it up to you!"  Yuna announced as she gently placed the teddy bear back on Chaeryoung's bed.  "See you later. I love you!"

"Just go!"

Yuna squeaked before she rushed out the door as Chaeryoung held her hands in her head.  

She swore, Yuna made her rethink her ideas on private property every time she made an appearance.

She gave a sigh as she looked around at the mess Yuna had left before getting back to her podcast.

After all, cleaning up her room wasn't a major emergency.

And, like the popular saying goes, the show must go on.

---

"Ray!"

He turned solemnly to the all-too familiar voice.  He had hoped to avoid this encounter, however, it seemed like fate always managed to foil even his greatest of plans.

"Ray…"

She breathed heavily as he watched her lithe form.  It always hid a secret strength she held that always left Ray bewildered.  Just as bewildered as how he could be so mesmerized by the full moon that reflected in her green eyes.

"You're not stopping me Angela," he responded as he turned his gaze back to the sea.  "This is something I have to do."

He could hear her heavy breaths, feel her crystal eyes on him.  Perhaps it was a sign that he had grown too accustomed to her presence that he continued to stand before her watchful gaze with no use of mind tricks or seductiveness, but time seemed to have a way of changing all things.

Even the things believed to be eternal.

"I know better than to try to change your mind," she answered as she rose to her full height.  "That's why-"

TING

Lia blinked at the page before turning her gaze to her phone.  She looked back at her book as she pursed her lips.

“But… Angela!”

TING

She gave a sigh.  Okay, she'll see what whoever was texting her needed and then get back to-

 

From Shin Yuna:

LIAAA!!!

hang @ the hussey hole!

 

Lia groaned for a moment as she leaned back in her bed.  She loved hanging out with her baby cousin, she really, truly did, but after the party the night before she really just wanted a day to stay home and relax.

Not that she could tell Yuna that.  That'd basically be an invitation to have Yuna break her other bedroom window.

 

To Shin Yuna:

I apologize Yuna, but I'm busy and am unable to visit today.

 

She sent the text and immediately opened her book.

He looked on at her with per-

TING

TING

TING

 

From Shin Yuna:

WHAAAAA?!?!?!

BUT LIA!!!!

IT TOOK SO LONG TO HANG AGAN!!!

 

Lia held up her head to fight off the impeding headache.

This might've been more challenging then she thought.

 

From Shin Yuna:

im comin ovr

 

To Shin Yuna:

NOOOOOOO!!!!!

You can't come over! You know what my mother said!!!

 

From Shin Yuna:

dont worry, im super stealthy!

 

To Shin Yuna:

But… but…

 

Dammit! What was she supposed to say?!

 

To Shin Yuna:

Mother has me staying at Mrs. Stuart's until they can figure out who broke my window!

 

She held her breath as the message loaded before finally being sent.  Please let Yuna get the message.  Please let Yuna-

TING

 

From SHIN YUNA:

rely?

 

Lia typed furiously on her phone as if she expected Yuna to materialize in her room if she didn’t reply quickly enough.

 

To Shin Yuna:

Yes, so I can’t leave!

But I’ll let you know when I can hang out again.  I promise!

 

There was a long pause as Lia stared at her phone for dear life.

TING

 

From SHIN YUNA:

K

 

Lia gave a relieved sigh before setting her phone down.  She felt a little bad for lying to Yuna like that after everything they’d gone through in just the past few weeks.

But right now she was too far into On the Brink of Life to bother thinking about anything else.

---

She stared down at the parchment with a gaze too intense for the paper as it flopped over the book cover.

Ryujin was done with that corner anyways.

And now, she was focused on the centerpiece.  The portrait needed to be drawn to perfection as she took a slow stroke of her pencil and drew out the elliptical feature that would-

TING

SNAP

She raised her head with a groan before she glared down at her phone.

 

From annoying squirt:

RYUJIN!!!!!

 

To annoying squirt:

fuk off

 

She slammed down her phone as she reached for her pencil sharpener and-

TING

 

From annoying squirt:

man ur pisy

 

To annoying squirt:

im busy

so fuk off

 

She released another groan as she moved back to her canvas.  She swore if she heard from Yuna one more time-

TING

 

From annoying-

 

To annoying squirt:

FUKIN HEL YUNA!!! I SED IM BUSY SO LEEV ME THE FUK ALONE!!!!

 

From annoying squirt:

alrite ALRITE im sry!!! I'll stop bugin u, jesus!

 

Ryujin gave a sigh before turning back to her parchment that had LIA FOR PRESIDENT written in large old english print with a sketch of the candidate being promoted as the centerpiece.

She immediately tore it apart.

What the fuck was wrong with her?!?!

She tore at her hair as she stared at the fallen pieces of her latest work.  She needed to get her shit together!

She needed some weed.

She was out of weed.

Booze.

Yeah, booze would work.

Booze and maybe some fresh air.  Maybe the roof?

Yeah, that would do it.

Just leave the pencils and the phone behind so that she doesn't impulsively reread old messages from a certain 'princess' to get her thinking stupid shit again.

She was probably just being nice.  No way she meant what she said honestly… right?

…

Right?

She stared at the words on her phone again as her mind screamed at her for being a fucking dumbass.

 

From the princess:

Thank you so much for your gift!  I absolutely loved it!

 

To the princess:

idk wat ur takin bout

i didn't get u nethin

 

From the princess:

If you say so ;)

On a side note, you're an incredible artist! You should help me make my campaign posters!

 

To the princess:

agen no idea wat ur takin bout

 

She laid out a new piece of paper on her small hardcover book before she groaned at herself.

She officially graduated from being an ass to being a dumbass.

And, she'd convicne herself how stupid being a dumbass was as soon as she wiped the smile off her face.

---

"Thank you for coming to Padilla's!  Have a great rest of your day!"

The man grumbled off as he grabbed his bag while Yeji had to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

Lameass.  She was the one at work right now.

TINGALING

She gave a sigh before plastering her customer service smile back on.

"Welcome to Padilla's, how can I-"

"You can help me by quitting this job so that I don't have to be so booooooored!!!”  Yuna whined as she slumped her chin onto the counter.  “Also, you could’ve told me earlier that you were working today!  Youngjae nearly chewed my ass out!!!"

“Well, I tried to tell you, but you just told me to tell you later.  Which, technically, now is later,” Yeji responded with a laugh as Yuna glared at her.  "And, I can’t quit.  Some of us actually pay for our own shit you know."

"I've been trying to tell you to get a sugar daddy, but do you ever listen to me?! NoooOOOooo."

"Right, and where would I find one? Your school where you fucking hate everybody?"

"It's not my fault everyone there fucking sucks!"

"Anyways, can you move over?  You're holding up the line."

"I'm the only one here!"

"Yeah, and people are staring at you through the window.  Oh, and there runs off another person."

"You're so mean!"

Yeji laughed at Yuna who blew her bangs out of her face in disgruntlement.

"Can't you just take a break or something so that I can talk to you?"

Yeji gave a sigh before turning back to the window through the kitchen.

"Hector, I'm taking five!"

"Alright, and while you're out tell Yuna to stop harassing you on the job!"

"How dare you!". Yuna interjected as she slammed her palms on the counter.  "I'm a paying customer!"

"Are you now?  I don't see your order anywhere!"

Yuna sighed, folding her arms before she grumbled.

"I'll take a grande nacho supreme."

"That'll be $7.63!"

Yeji chuckled at Yuna's childish display before she swiped the card at the register.

"Man, did Chaeryoung forget to feed you or something?"

"I bought them for you too," Yuna muttered to herself, still keeping her arms crossed.  Yeji just laughed before pulling out the receipt, handing one copy to Yuna while clipping the other above the kitchen window.

"You good if I go boss?"

"Yeah, I'll have your nachos out shortly."

"Thanks a bunch!"

She threw off her apron before walking through the small door that separated the front counter from the rest of the world.  She walked over to the wooden bench styled booth that Yuna had settled into and took a seat across from her.

"Alright.  So, what's up?"

"Ugh, no one wants to hang out with me!"

Yeji sighed.  "Yuna, people are bus-"

"I know for a fact that they're not busy!"  Yuna announced as she pointed accusingly at Yeji.  "I mean, school's out, they don't have any jobs, and I just don't get why they don't wanna hang out with me!"

"Well, you do make us crazy sometimes."

Yuna's pout turned to a glare as Yeji laughed.

"I'm kidding I'm kidding!"  She announced with a smile.  “Look, I know school's out and all, but that doesn't mean they don't have other things going on in their lives."

"Like what?!  Like, I know Chaeryoung's in love with her podcast, but she's working on that thing all the fucking time!  Like, when do we get time to hang out anymore?!"

"Last night?"

"But that was last night!  What about todaaaaay?!"

Yuna stretched her arms to slump on the table as she pouted at Yeji.

"You know, expecting Chaeryoung to make time for you everyday is a bit of a stretch, right?"

"Mmmm maybe..." Yuna groaned as she sat back up to hold her chin in her hand as she thought.  "But what about Lia and Ryujin?  I tried asking both of them and neither of them were willing to hang out!"

Yeji thanked Hector who brought over their nachos before turning back to Yuna.  "They could have other things too."

"As if!". Yuna shouted, pounding the table that caused the nachos to rattle.  "I know Lia well enough that she was just claiming to be busy because it's 'more polite' or some shit.  And Ryujin's never fucking busy!!!  Seriously, what the fuck’s going on if Ryujin’s 'too busy' to hang with me?!"

"Okay, I don't know about Lia, but Ryujin might just need some space right now.  Honestly, after the party yesterday and us basically having Ryujin on the buddy system for a while, did you think everyone would be all gung-ho about hanging out again today?"

"YES!!!"  Yuna shouted with palms slamming the table.  "Seriously, last night was awesome!!!  Why wouldn't they want to all hang out again?!  I mean, you were the only one who got totally wasted and you'd come hang, right?!?!"

"Ugh, I still can't believe I fell for that," Yeji responded as she grabbed a cheesy chip that she used to scoop some sour cream and pico de gallo on.  "And you know I'd totally be down to hang if I wasn't working, but you know we're both different from the rest of our friends."

"As in, we're the only normal ones?"

"As in, they like to take time for themselves too," Yeji answered as she popped the chip in her mouth.  "It's nothing to take personally, it's just that they probably need a break from being social, you know?"

"I guess…" Yuna grumbled as she placed her chin on the table and stared at the massive nacho platter.  "But it doesn't help me be less bored."

"I know," Yeji answered as she chomped on another chip.  "But I'm here now so stop pouting and eat your damn nachos."

Yuna giggled before starting to dig into the platter.  It seemed to help her cheer up a little that they were able to spend at least this time together.  It was a good thing Hector was so chill, otherwise, Yeji would've been left in an awkward position between her friend and her job.

"So, what are your plans after here?"

"I don't know…" Yuna drawled as she stared at the guac dripping off her chip.  "I mean, it's way to early to go home so..."

"Why don't you go to the club?"

"Hell no!  You know I hate going there alone!"

"But this could be your chance to make more friends!"

"Pft.  I have friends."

"Okay, but make more friends who aren't fucking introverts who have to shut themselves in for a week after one party."

Yuna sighed.  That did sound nice, but… the club?  Alone?

"Just think about it, alright?"  Yeji stated as she got up from her seat.  "I gotta get back to work.  Text me if you need anything, okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

Yeji sighed, leaving Yuna to mopingly stare at the nacho platter before her.  She should be the one complaining.  She had to work!

She snuck a peak at the clock before groaning.

And she only six more hours to go.

---

She sat solemnly at the table as she slurped down her chocolate milkshake.

This fucking sucked!

Chaeryoung kicked her out, Lia and Ryujin bailed and Yeji was too fucking busy to do anything!

And worst of all, no one even complimented her on her haircut.  Seriously, didn't anyone care that she had bangs now?!

Apparently not.  Of course, it was a spur of the moment thing, but still!  Her friends should've noticed that as well as the fact that she didn't start trying to contact them until a whole forty-five minutes after her classes had ended.  Like, seriously?!  Didn't anybody fucking care?!

…

Maybe they just didn't like hanging out with her…

NO!  No, stupid thought! They were all just… doing their own thing… apparently.

She released a sigh.

She was such a fucking mess.

Seriously, she has to spend one day alone and all of a sudden it's the end of the world.

...

Well, it wasn't the end of the actual world, but Yuna's world felt pretty bleak right now.

She just hated being alone.

"Hey…"

She turned her gaze up but she didn't have to raise her gaze too much.  The boy addressing her was probably a good four inches shorter than she would be standing.  He had soft green eyes and shaggy black hair that looked frayed from too much indecisiveness around a workable hair color.

Something she could relate to very easily.

She gave a soft smile as she leaned her head into her palm.  "Hey.  Need something?"

"Oh, ah, not really," he answered bashfully.  Yuna couldn't help but think that the way he rubbed the back of his head as his cheeks flushed and his voice squeaked was actually pretty adorable.  "I… well, my name's Coal.  I sit behind you in Ms. Callister's class."

Yuna's eyes narrowed.  She didn't really pay attention to the people who sat behind her.  Which, being assigned to the front row, meant that was just about everybody in the class.

"I mean, I sit… like… waaay behind you."

The lightbulb went off in Yuna's head as she clapped her hands.  "Oh yeah! You're the kid who sits in the corner!  You said your name's Cole?"

"Yeah, and it's spelled with an 'A' 'L' not an 'L' 'E.'"

"Huh?" Yuna tilted her head as the gears worked in her brain.  "Ooh, like the shit I get in my stocking every Christmas."

"I mean, that's one way to think of it," he answered with a giggling chuckle that was just too contagious.  Seriously, who was this guy?!

"By the way, your bangs look great."

"Thank you!" Yuna exclaimed loudly with the biggest smile on her face.  "Seriously, none of my friends even noticed!  Apparently they were ‘too busy with other things’ to bother caring."

"What a bunch of lameasses," he responded with a laugh as Yuna couldn't help but giggle at how dorky his swearing sounded with the pitch of his voice.  It wasn't his fault his voice hadn't developed yet.

"By the way, Yuna, I was wondering… do you have any plans for Friday."

Yuna blinked twice, then blinked three more times as she tried to comprehend what he just asked.

"Um… say again?"

"I mean, like, to hang out!  I mean,  if you want to!  I… I mean, you're just… you know, you seem super cool and-!"

Yuna half listened to his erratic ranting before honing in on laughter happening at a table behind Coal that caused her to immediately snarl.

Watching them, from about two tables behind Coal, was Brian Mackey and Parker Jones.

"Yeah the fuck right!”  Yuna responded as she rose from her seat.  “Let me guess, those assholes put you up to this shit didn't they?"

"Huh?" Coal turned around to find Parker Jones and Brian Mackey who were waving him on.  "I-I mean, they said you'd- "

"Of course!  I should've known you were just another Academy asshole."

"Yuna-!"

She dumped the rest of her chocolate milkshake on his head as it dripped slowly down his face while she gave a satisfied smirk.

"Sorry I couldn't join you for your dinner date, but I hope you enjoyed the dessert."

She slammed the cup back on the counter as she stormed off to the sound of laughter raging behind her.

And to think, she almost gave Coal a chance.

---

She slammed the door to her bedroom shut as she rushed over to her bathroom counter.  Time to get all the crap off her face and sleep away the rest of the evening.

There wasn't anything more worth being awake for anyway.

"Well look who decided to grace us with her presence."

Yuna groaned as she continued to scrub at her face.   Apparently, closed doors weren't a strong enough hint that she didn't want to see anybody.

"Leave me alone Hana."

"Hey, is that how you talk to your older sister?"

"I can say worse things if that'll make you happy enough to leave," Yuna challenged as she glared at Hana through the mirror.  Her sister wore a knowing smirk as she leaned against the doorframe to her room.

"Oh, I'm not doubting that.  After all, you being such a troubled child is what's tearing this family apart."

"It's not my problem."

"Isn't it now?"  Hana answered as she strode into the bedroom.  "You create a scene at our father's company's modeling shoot where mother even allowed you to model one of her own designs and you have the audacity to claim that their constant arguments are 'not your problem?'"

"Yep.  If mom and dad are fighting, it's because they always had issues.  Which is their problem and not mine," Yuna announced as she kept her focus on the mirror.  That's right, don't worry about the bitch wandering around and doing her stupid fucking mind game bullshit.  Hana's sigh is just a dramatic effect, it's not like she's actually bothered by any of this shit.

"I swear Yuna, you make me speechless."

"And yet you're still talking."

"I don't even understand why I continue to try with you.  I'm just glad Joshua doesn't have to see you like this."

"Yeah, I'm sorry your favorite sibling went off to college and you're stuck with me," Yuna stated sarcastically as her hands moved rougher over her face.  "But don't worry, I'll be sure to come home less often so that I don't screw everything up around here too badly until you’re gone too."

Hana scoffed at the notion.  "Perhaps that is for the best.  After all…"

She strode slowly through the doorframe as she let her final statement ring through the room.

"You cause nothing but trouble wherever you go."

Yuna breathed heavily as her eyes locked onto the bathroom counter.  Somehow she felt like her head was too full of thoughts, but whenever she tried to pick one out it slipped through her fingers like sand.

What was she doing again?

She gave a sigh as she pressed her face into her palms.  Right, she was getting ready for bed since this day was so fucked.

"Yuna?"

Shit.

"Honey, is everything-?"

"Just… leave me alone Mom… please?"

"I… okay."

Her mother left as Yuna leaned her head back with a sigh.

What a shit-show of a day.

TING

She reached out for her phone as a small smile fought it's way onto her face.

 

From MCLRBLS GRUNT #1:

Hey hope the rest of ur day went wel!

Also ur bangs look awesom!

(Sry 4 not mentionin that erlier, but i was scared ud nvr leev if I did XD)

 

To MCLRBLS GRUNT #1:

it didnt but im glad i herd from u

tho im stil a lil pisd u ignord my hair til now

but i ges i can 4giv u

 

From MCLRBLS GRUNT #1:

thats all i need in my life XD

 

Yuna chuckled lightly as she clutched her phone tighter.

 

To MCLRBLS GRUNT #1:

glad i can help

now u can repay me by hanging @ the hussey hole 2moro

 

From MCLRBLS GRUNT #1:

sry i work

 

To MCLRBLS GRUNT #1:

FOR REEEEEEALLLL?!?!?!

BUT U ALREDY WORKD 2DAY!!!!!

 

From MCLRBLS GRUNT #1:

dude, i work 29 hrs a week

i can't get that don n 1 day

 

Yuna groaned as she leaned back in her bed.  If tomorrow was anything like today she swore she'd-

TING

 

From MCLRBLS GRUNT #1:

but dont wory

im cin rj aftr work and wil make sure she makes time 4 u 2moro ;)

 

Yuna grinned widely.

 

To MCLRBLS GRUNT #1:

thnx yj

thats y ur my favrit grunt

 

From MCLRBLS GRUNT #1:

i mean that dosnt say much since rj doesnt do much XD

but srsly tho text or cal if u need nethin

we r al here 4 support =)

 

Yuna typed in her thank you as she sighed into her bed.

Today was a nightmare.

But the comforting thing about nightmares is that they never lasted forever.

Tomorrow was going to be a funtastic day with her friends.

She was absolutely certain of it.

Notes:

A different chapter more Yuna focused, but this is meant to be an ensemble cast. Also, due to some of the comments I'm thinking of adding some more political critiques within the fic, though these theories will largely delve into American politics as well as some discussions around Western ideology that has perpetuated these issues although I welcome any comments or critiques on what I present since I can hardly consider myself an expert on this (especially since my background is in Philosophy and not Poli-Sci =P). Anyways, I hope folx enjoyed the chapter! Please feel free to comment and kudos since those are the sparkling ray of sunshine I get staying at home during COVID with the blinds closed XD

Chapter 11: I Don't Wanna Dance

Notes:

Hey all! Man, I feel like this chapter came a lot faster than I was anticiating, so I hope everyone looked forward to it! Also, as I mentioned in one of the comments, this fic is going on hiatus after 24HRS. It pains me to put this fic on hiatus, but I also feel like because of the way this fic is structured I want to wait for the next comeback so that I can plan out how to develop certain plots. I appreciate all of your understanding and promise that The Time of Our Lives will go on for as long as ITZY's around since I'm doing a chapter for every song they do so this'll go on a while XD Anyways, that's all I have to say! Thanks again for all of your support and please read, kudos, comment and, most of all, enjoy =)

Yuna sighed as she opened the door to the Hussey Hole apartment building.  School wasn't bad but... it wasn't exactly the best either.

She just couldn't shake off something after she met Coal the day before, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was.  Guilt?  Irritation?  Regret?  Confusion?

Yeah... she was definitely confused right now.

As soon as she walked into the class she turned in his direction only to see his head completely down like he could've been sleeping or crying.  She was certain it was sleeping, but Ms. Callister had to call on him five times for not paying attention, which was shocking since Yuna's the only student any teacher had to redirect more than once.  And in response Coal would just say 'yes Ms. Callister' in a sad mumble while never raising his eye level past his desk.

He was also incredibly quick to leave, walking past Yuna hurriedly as he disappeared beyond the classroom door.

Maybe Yuna should feel bad.

She slapped her cheeks as she shook her head.  He was a boy!  A boy who was friends with Parker and tried to ask her out!  She knew that Parker wasn't beneath using mind games to win the election so Coal likely wasn't beneath them either.  What was that proverb Chaeryoung mentioned one time?  'Tell me who your friends are and I'll tell you who you are?'

Yeah, if Coal was hanging out with those pricks, then he couldn't have been any different.

Besides, Yuna had better people to worry about.

She opened the door to the sound of fighting as she noticed Ryujin was sitting on the couch as she mumbled profanities at the screen.

Yuna almost wanted to cry.

Almost.

Instead she opted to leap towards Ryujin and hug her as tightly as possible.

"Fuck, what are you doing?!  I'm in the middle of a game!"

"I MISSED YOOOUUU!!!!"

"Yeah, that's nice, now let me go!"

"Right!"  Yuna answered as she grabbed the second controller.  "Need a P2?"

Ryujin groaned as the woman in the jumpsuit rolled under the man's punch, rising to their feet behind him as they started firing a blaster to steadily increase their damage.  The man raised a bubble shield as Ryunin's character dashed for a bomb, jumping over the NPC who did a jumping kick into the air.  Ryujin's character did a mid-air jump, landed on the platform, and grabbed the bomb before chucking it at the man who was blown off-screen.

"END!!!"

"Fuck yeah!  How ya like that ya asshat!"

"I guess that's a no…"

Ryujin gave a light chuckle as she turned to Yuna.  "Hey, I had to finish.  So, teams or free for all?"

"Come on Ryujin, you know I can't beat you at this game."

"And you're never gonna if you keep making me do teams with you."

Yuna groaned as she leaned back.  "Maybe I'll just watch then.  Trying to beat you sounds too draining right now."

Ryujin shrugged.  "Suit yourself."

Yuna watched as Ryujin selected Gina Gunn and changed the NPC settings from very hard to normal.  Yuna couldn't help but smile at that.  It was a small gesture, but Yuna knew what it meant.

"So what were you busy with yesterday anyways?"

"Stuff."

"Right…"

Yuna sighed as she watched Ryujin's trademark character do a double backflip over an enemy, dashing for an item as the three NPC's began to focus on each other.

"You're quiet today."

"Hm…" Yuna paused as she looked at Ryujin whose gaze remained locked on the game.  Yuna couldn't help but release a chuckling scoff.  "Yeah, I think things from yesterday are just kinda bugging me, you know?"

Ryujin stayed silent as her character slowed down before getting whacked by a fan from a mouse-like character.

"Ryujin! Speaksqueakers is-!"

"I know," Ryujin answered as their character continued to fight but with nowhere near the same speed and skill as earlier. "Hey, I hope I didn't come off as too shitty yesterday.  I just had… something… just… something I needed to deal with, you know?"

"Yeah, I get you," Yuna answered as she hugged her knees.  "Sorry if I was being annoying."

"It's whatever.  Honestly, I expect it from you."

Yuna slapped Ryujin who smiled as her character gained momentum.  Yuna watched as the character rushed across the field only to attack all three in a dash attack.  She had a hard time focusing though, knowing her mind was inevitably going elsewhere.

“l met a boy yesterday."

Ryujin hummed, continuing to focus on the game as Yuna opted to look at the floor.

"He seemed really cool and all,  but then I noticed Parker and Brian behind him…" she paused.  In hindsight, the milkshake and final statement might've been a bit much.  After all, Parker and Brian were the ones who put him up to talking to her,  but he agreed so he was just as at fault… right?

She took a deep inhale.  Breathe in.  Breathe out.

"I think he was just trying to use me."

"Boys'll do that to ya."

"Yeah…" Yuna answered lightly as she kept her gaze to the ceiling.   "Fuck'em."

"Yeah… though, just so you know, they're usually shittier after you fuck'em than before."

Yuna laughed as she slapped Ryujin’s shoulder.  "You're so fucking nasty Ryujin!"

"Whatever.  Like you can judge."

Yuna laughed as she turned to watch the screen, left in a trance by how fluidly Ryujin's character moved. It was as if Ryujin programmed a choreographed routine for the character that the character followed flawlessly.  Eventually, Yuna leaned her head onto Ryujin's shoulder.

"You're in my elbow zone."

"I'll live," Yuna answered quietly as she watched the rest of the fight unfold.  Ryujin played and won five more rounds before the door opened causing Yuna to immediately bounce out of her seat.

"LIA!!!"

Yuna hugged Lia tightly who grunted at the sudden force before returning the embrace.

"Hey Yuna.  Hey Ryujin."

Yuna turned to Ryujin who barely nodded at the greeting before turning back to Lia.

"So, what gives?!  Like, why the hell did you bail on me yesterday?!"

Lia blinked profusely as she watched Yuna pout.  "I... didn't think we had plans for yesterday."

"Uh, Hussey Hole is the plan for everyday!"  Yuna announced with the pout still on her face.  "And I know for a fact you'd never stay at Mrs. Stuart's, so what's the real reason?"

"I-I don't know what you mean.  Why wouldn't I stay at Mrs. Stuart's?"

"Because you can't fucking stand her!  Seriously, did you think I forgot about the time your parents sent you to stay with her because they had a business trip or some shit?  You ran away and showed up at my place!"

"I…" Lia tilted her chin down to look up at Yuna with a sheepish expression.  "I can't believe you remember all that."

"Oooof course I do!"  Yuna announced as she posed just as triumphantly.  "But that's besides the point.  I wanna know why exactly you decided not to hang with me last night!"

"Okay, so maybe I wasn't at Mrs. Stuart's," Lia admitted as she walked slowly past Yuna.  "But I still don't fully understand the conditions my mother set for me staying, and I didn't want to risk getting moved."

"Bullshit!"  Yuna shouted as she grabbed Lia by the shoulders and shook her.  "You told us your mother's expectations and as long as you tell Mrs. Stuart you're hanging with Chae you're basically free to do whatever you want so tell me-!"

"I spent the entire day reading On the Brink of Life !"

Yuna stopped shaking Lia who had her hands up, ready to plead for Yuna's mercy.

"Seriously?!  You refused to hang out with me for some book about teen drama?!  I can give you as much of that as you want!"

"But it's not just teen drama!  On the Brink of Life is a compelling story about a vampire who-"

"Yeah, I'm not interested."

"But Yuna-!"

Yuna ignored Lia and sat next to Ryujin who threw back a light elbow when Yuna leaned close.

"I warned you."

Yuna groaned, folding her arms as she pouted in her seat.  She could take a hint.

"Look, Yuna," Lia stated as she sat next to Yuna on the other side of the couch.  "I'm sorry for lying and for not hanging out with you yesterday.  I was just… drained.  I mean, I absolutely loved the party and hanging out and everything, but… I just… I just wanted to some time to recharge."

Yuna sighed heavily as she ran a hand through her hair.  "I know, I get it."  She turned to Lia giving her a sincere smile.

"I'm just glad you're here now."

Lia smiled before hugging Yuna one more time and then turning her attention to the TV.  "So, what television show is this?"

Yuna facepalmed as Ryujin laughed so hard her character nearly fell off the stage.

"Seriously princess?  You never heard of video games?"

"You know, even when we were younger I don't think you ever knew where the television was in your house."

Lia flushed bright red as she turned away from the laughing duo.  "It's not my fault that my parents thought that television rotted the adolescent brain."

"Oh yeah, I forgot!  They hid it everytime we found it and tried to watch Journey Days together!"

"Seriously?'  Ryujin asked with a skeptical chuckle.  "Damn, Your parents are fucking weird."

"You don't need to tell me I have to-"

The door creaked open as Yuna immediately rushed to the door.

"CHAERYOUNG!!!"

She hugged Chaeryoung who lightly returned the embrace.

"Hello Yuna."

Yuna immediately paused.  She stepped back and tilted her head, noticing that the warm smile Chaeryoung almost always wore wasn't there.

"What's up Chae?  Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine, just a little fatigued," Chaeryoung answered as she lightly smiled.  "Do you mind if I brew some coffee?"

"Of course not!  Actually, you sit and chill and I'll get it for you!"

"Thank you," Chaeryoung answered softly as she moved to the loveseat to watch as Ryujin showed Lia how the controller buttons worked.  Yuna smiled slightly at the sight.  It sucked that Yeji wasn't there, but otherwise her little circle was complete.

Oh!  And she had to get that coffee going!  She hurried to her coffee maker as she put in a clean filter and dumped the mix in before brewing it and heading back to the living room to wait.

"If you hit the R button while you move the joystick then you can…"

Yuna couldn't help but smile at Lia's brow furrowed in confused concentration as Yuna listened to Ryujin say more explaining the controls and the game to Lia than she'd probably ever heard Ryujin say since meeting her.

Maybe Ryujin was finally starting to open up.

But Yuna's mind was on something else right now.

TINGTINGTINGTINGTINGTING

The three friends turned their heads towards Yuna who continued to play the glass tapping sound on her phone until she felt like she had everyone's gaze long enough to ensure their attention.

"Hello everyone and thank you all for joining me at the Hussey Hole today.  I wanted to take this time to announce what we're going to be doing for our Hussey Hole activity tomorrow."

"Shit!  I knew this was a fucking trap."

"Wait, what's going on?"

"I'll tell you dear cousin!" Yuna announced as Chaeryoung whispered to Lia that Yuna's making a 'Hussey Holler' which is just her term for an announcement and that Lia will eventually get used to them.  "You have officially joined our friend circle, but you haven't even experienced the place that will probably be the most important location you'll know of for the rest of your existence!"

"Uhhhh…" Lia looked around.  "You mean, the 'Hussey Hole' wasn't it?"

"Oh, this is the most important place of your overall existence, but there are only so many places where you can be ridiculously open about being queer and we're going to the best place for that there is!"

Lia looked between the other two with Ryujin rolling her eyes and Chaeryoung looking a little distracted.  Was this place really as great as Yuna was claiming?"

"Tomorrow we're going to the Blazing Eiffel!"

They all looked at Yuna skeptically before Chaeryoung raised her hand.

"Does this mean that now that you've described our plans for tomorrow that you are now in an adequate place to begin your essay on-?"

"Yes, yes!  I'm gonna get to it Chae, just let me do this for a moment!"

"Um... I have another question," Lia stated with an awkward hand raise.  "What is 'Blazing Eiffel.'"

Yuna grew a wide mischevous grin on her face as Ryujin answered Lia's inquiry.

"It's a dance club."

"It's... what?!"  Lia flushed as she turned back to Yuna.  "But-!"

"Yep, don't worry!  We'll get your fake ID.  Of course, you'll probably want to tell Mrs. Stuart Chaeryoung invited you to spend the night at her place to do council shit or whatever, but, trust me, everything will be awesome!"

Lia swallowed hard as she looked at Yuna.  Sure convincing Mrs. Stuart that she was spending the night at Chaeryoung's didn't seem too difficult, but going to the club?  At sixteen?!

What kind of a world was Yuna and her friends integrating her into?!

---

She was so ecstatic about today!

Seriously, they hadn't had a party this big since they got back to Greenstone!  Well, Yeji probably had, but now Yuna was able to get the whole group together for a party and she wanted to look perfect for it!

She stared at herself in the mirror as she contemplated.

Did 'she' even feel accurate today?  Like, she was totally planning on doing her hair and was hoping she could get some makeup done, but did that necessitate her being a woman?

She groaned lightly in thought before discarding the bra and fishing out her nude binder.  It took some effort, but it was always worth the struggle to squeeze herself into the spandex.  Especially when she looked at herself in the mirror.

This was definitely a binder day.

She flexed her arms in the mirror as she watched how the fabric stretched across her chest as it compressed her breasts to keep them flat.

Her smile grew wider.

"Yeah, I mean I work out a little, but, you know…"

She let the comment die as she awkwardly chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck before returning her gaze to the mirror.  She held her arms up to posture threateningly as she dropped her voice again.

"What bruh?! You wanna piece of me?!"

"Sure, I'll take you on."

"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

She turned to the snide smile of Ryujin before growling in annoyance.

"HOLY FUCKING HELL RYUJIN!!!  YOU EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?!?!?!"

Ryujin gave Yuna a sarcastic expression as she knocked on the doorframe three times.  Yuna frowned.

"That's not what I meant."

"Whatever.  I'm not the weirdo who dresses with my door open."

"It's my house!"

"Your house that you gave us all the passcode and key to and told us to show up whenever we want?"

"Mrmnmrnrmnrnm"

Ryujin laughed as she shook her head.  "What the fuck was that?!"

"Just… shut up, okay?!"

"What's the big deal?"  Ryujin asked as she leaned back on the bed.  "I've seen you in less."

"Dude, I don't care about that!  The problem is that my masc voice is trash!"

Ryujin shrugged.  "Sure, it's cracky,  but so is every other fourteen-year old boys'."

"That doesn't help me if we're going to the club," Yuna mentioned as she analyzed herself in the mirror.

"Why?  Is today a masc day?"

Yuna scrunched her face and hummed as she kept her eyes on the mirror.

"Mmmmm, no.  But I do feel like I need more practice with it."

"Hey, I'm not gonna judge."

Yuna smiled at herself before pushing herself up.  "I'm honestly so tempted to go to the club like this."

"Just your underwear?"

"Fuck off, I'd put some pants on," Yuna responded with a laugh.  "Of course, I don't know… I like the binder, but I still think I want to present more femme."

"So are those your pronouns?"

Yuna hummed deeply before turning towards Ryujin.  "Actually, today's special.  I'm gonna use she-series and they-series pronouns today!  I'll even give you a free booze if you use both in one sentence."

"Sure, I'll just let everyone know that the little girl we babysit is gonna be late cuz they're dealing with dysphoric shit."

"Ooooh, good one, buuuut you gender me as a girl instead of using she-series pronouns soooo no dice."

"Whatever.  You never stop me from just taking your booze anyway."

"Haha truuuuue."

They pursed their lips in the mirror as she thought before deciding she'd figure out her outfit and then decide on her makeup.

Though… she was still tempted to forgo the shirt.

Like, seriously, if cis-guys could just walk around shirtless like the world was born to worship their bare nipples, why did she need a shirt over her binder?!

Whatever, they could make it work.

They smiled as she pulled out a baggy white crop top hoodie and threw it over her head, poking her arms through the short sleeves arms as the hoodie draped loosely over her chest.

Yeah, this was the look she wanted.

They hurried over and grabbed some pleather black pants that had a silver chain hanging from one belt loop to connect to another.

Perfect!  And now for the hair!

-

Ryujin's character rushed across the field before doing a sliding kick that hit two of the NPCs while knocking the third off the screen.

"That's right, fuck off loser."

Ryujin continued to stare at the screen, buttons clacking loudly from the unrelenting abuse of her fingers jamming them to control the miniature figure on the screen.  Sure, she could've hung out in Yuna's room, but when they get that invested in figuring out their outfit the world kinda ceased to exist.  Which was fine by Ryujin.  She would rather play Ultra Bust'em Bros. any day of the week.

CREEEE

Ryujin immediately shot her gaze up before immediately retreating it.

Dammit, why'd she even do that?!  Yeji told them that she'd meet them at the club and Chaeryoung said she was running late.  She didn't need to look up from her game to know who it was.

"Hello Ryujin."

“Hey,” Ryujin answered lightly as she kept her gaze focused on the game.  Just focus on the screen and not on the princess who's shy expression made her cheeks heat up every fucking time.

"Is Yuna here?"

"They're getting dressed," Ryujin deadpanned as she kept her gaze on the game.  If only Yuna wouldn't take her sweet ass fucking time.

"Right.."

Ryujin furrowed her brows as she played more fiercely.  Not that it mattered since she quickly cleared the field of all enemies before quickly exiting the game stats and returning to character selection.

"Wanna play?"

She nodded her head towards the spare controller before busying herself with deciding on a character skin to use.  Because, you know, she just might feel like playing as Gina Gunn in her pink outfit.

"I'm fine just watching."

Ryujin shrugged as she started a new game, focusing intently on knocking some fictional heads together as she desperately ignored the presence of the princess who was right fucking there?!  Seriously, get your shit together Ryujin!

"You bitches ready to set the town on fire?!"

"Sure," Ryujin answered.  It was about fucking time!

"I mean, it's what we're here for right?"

"Right!  Oh, and I got you this!"

Ryujin watched as Yuna chucked a card that whizzed past Lia and clattered to the ground.  Ryujin barely suppressed their chuckle but Lia was much less amused.

"Hey, it's not my fault cards are fucking hard to throw!"

"Then why didn't you just hand it to me?!"

"Please, that's a waste of time."

Ryujin released a sigh as she shut off the game.

"So we good to go now?"

Yuna took a moment to check their phone, brows furrowing at something there before they looked up at Ryujin who just raised her brows at them.

"Hm?  Oh, yeah!  Let's get heading!"

"Finally."

Ryujin grumbled as she walked past Lia, careful not to look at her as Yuna began talking Lia's ear off about the Blazing Eiffel.  They decided to take the bus because, unlike Yeji and Ryujin, Yuna and Lia were too pampered to walk the mile and a half to get to the club.

At least Lia opted to sit next to Yuna.

It was better Lia kept her distance anyways.

That way, Ryujin couldn't do anything stupid if Lia got drunk again.

---

They hurried off the bus as Ryujin continued to walk in front of them to lead the way.  Lia watched Ryujin, half-hoping she would turn around and look at her while the other half of her was just trying to drown out her anxiety.

They were going to a club.

Like, an actual club.

Like, a place they weren't even old enough to step foot into.

She was going to a club?!

"YEEEJIII!!!"

She watched as Yuna barrelled into the newly blonde, rainbow fringed girl who giggled while hugging Yuna back.

"Holy shit, Yeji!  Your hair looks amazing!"

"I know," Yeji answered with a wide smile.  "Still, I'm glad you like it."

"Yeah, it was real nice of you to let Yuna use your hair as a paintbrush for her latest arts and crafts project."

Yeji slapped Ryujin's hand that was holding her hair as Lia slowly shrunk back.

"Fuck you Ryujin!  You're just jealous I can do every color and you can't even pull off blonde."

"Please, I'd be a better blonde than you."

"Would you now?”  Yeji asked as she held her vape to her lips and released the smoke with a grin.  “How about after four shots and a few dances we go back to my place and test that theory."

"Nah, I'm chill."

"Say, did you hear any word from Chae?"

Yeji's brows rose at the question before she shook her head.  Yuna's head dropped slightly before Yeji gave them a smile.

"Hey, don’t worry, she'll be here!  She would've told us if she wouldn't be able to make it."

Yuna kept their head down, but slowly was able to bring it back up with a small smile on their face.

"Anyways, let's get going!  I'm not getting any soberer out here!"

"Yeah, because being too sober is always your problem."

Yeji pushed Ryujin who lightly chuckled as Yuna bounced up Yeji's shoulder to join in on the conversation while Lia watched.

She just felt so… out of place right now.

"Yo, Lia!"

She perked up as Yeji waved her up towards them before she picked up the pace.

"Come on Lia, you're part of the crew now, no lagging behind!"

"Sorry," Lia answered sheepishly as she was now walking between Yeji and Ryujin.  She looked up at Ryujin who was actively looking away from her before she shifted her gaze to the sidewalk.

Why were they being like this?

"Hey, don't be so nervous," Yeji stated as she nudged Lia slightly.  "No one here ever busts us and the people are usually chill.  Besides, we'll all keep an eye on you to make sure you're good."

Lia gave a sigh as she felt a little better.  She offered a small smile before turning to Yeji.

"Thank you."

"Of course.  It's what friends are for."

"Yeah, Lia, don't sweat anything!  We're gonna take care of you!"

Lia averted her gaze, instinctively tucking some hair behind her ear as she glanced back at Ryujin.  Yes, she was still avoiding her.

Lia sighed as she hugged one of her elbows.

Why wouldn't Ryujin just look at her?!

"ID please."

Lia internally panicked as she watched Yeji roll her eyes playfully.

"Come on Shane, it's not like I've gotten any younger since last time."

"You mean five days ago?"  The wavy-haired man answered back with a soft smirk.  "With as often as you come here I half figured you'd just super glue your ID to your shirt so that I wouldn't have to keep asking."

Yeji laughed as she handed her card over to the man.  "That'd be the day."

He quickly glanced over it before returning it to Yeji.  "Alright, you're good.  Rest of you have your ID?"

Ryujin just rolled her eyes as she handed her card as Yeji lightly brushed her hand against Lia's arm.  Lia's gaze bolted towards Yeji as she nodded her head towards Lia's purse.

Oh, right!  He needed all of their IDs.

Lia immediately dove into her purse as she worried that the anxiety would kill her before she actually found it.  She felt a hand on her back as Yeji leaned towards her and softly whispered.

"Hey, it's all gonna be okay.  Just relax.   We're here for you."

Lia felt her breathing settle at Yeji's commfort before finally finding her card.

"Here."

She watched as he looked it over scrutinizingly before turning his gazed back to Lia.  She felt her stomach drop as he turned his gaze back to the card.

"Hm, you're a new face."

Lia's hands instinctively clenched and released until the hand on her back moved to wrap around her shoulders.

"Come on Shane, you're not gonna tell me you're not letting my girl in, are you?"

Shane immediately laughed as Lia tried desperately to hide her blush.

"Man, that's really gonna break some hearts.  But, hey, congrats Yeji!"

"Thanks Shane," Yeji answered with a smile as she grabbed Lia's ID.  Lia immediately shoved it back in her purse.

"Anyways, you're all good.  Have a good time!"

"Thanks again Shane!"  Yeji shouted back with the others saying their farewells.  All of them but Lia who continued to try to calm her rushing heart as Yeji held her hand and leaned over to her.

"Hey, I told you it'd all work out."

"Y-Yeah," Lia stuttered as she walked through the doors and took in the sight of the club.  The place was designed with the front being a bar and lounge area with booths running along the opposite wall of the bar and couches in the corner by the pool table and dart board that no one seemed to bother using.  Beyond that was a doorway where Lia could tell it was overcrowded with people dancing even from the entrance and a hallway that she presumed led to the restrooms.

"Well, let's get this party started!"  Yeji announced as she rushed over to the bar with Yuna quickly following while Lia gathered her bearings.  Yeji took the furthest seat as Ryujin stood beside her and Yuna left a seat in between her and Yeji.  Lia sighed before taking the seat as a bartender with hair slicked to the side and a light beard approached them.

"Good evening folx, welcome back."

"Thanks Tony," Yeji answered with a smile as Yuna leaned forward.

"Can I get a Coke and Rum?  And whatever they're having can go on my tab."

"Of course, what else can I get for ya?"

They all ordered their drinks as Yeji stretched in her chair.

"Man, it's been waaaaay too long!"

"Yeah, a whole five days apparently."

Yeji slapped Ryujin's arm who laughed as Yuna nudged Lia.

"So?  What do you think?"

"I… don't know," Lia answered as she looked around at the people socializing in the booths and in the lounge area.  "I think I'm still trying to take everything in."

"Yeah, it can be a lot at first, but you get used to it."

"Especially when you hang around Yeji."

Yeji pushed Ryujin who began to laugh before her eyes wandered to Lia.  Lia swore her heart stopped as a smile slowly formed on her face while she waved her hair back.  Ryujin immediately dropped her gaze as she rubbed the back of her head while Lia lightly sighed and played with her hands on the counter.  Thankfully, Tony returned quickly to fill Lia's empty hands with a full beverage as the rippling cranberry vodka gave Lia something else for her gaze to focus on.

"I'll be back."

Lia snapped her attention to the voice as she watched Ryujin move from the side of the bar and walk towards the back where she started talking to a man with dyed red hair.  She watched as he nodded towards the hallway Lia saw earlier with Ryujin following him out of sight through the passageway.

Lia felt her heart drop.

"You alright Lia?"

"I'm fine," Lia bit back a little more forcefully than she wanted as she heard a groan from her other side.

"Everything good Yuna?"

"I can't get ahold of Chae," Yuna grumbled before rising from her spot.  "I'm gonna see if I can call her."

"For sure," Yeji answered.  "Let us know if you need anything.

Yuna just nodded as she rushed out while Lia continued to play with her drink.  Yeji turned to Lia almost immediately.

"Okay Lia.  What's really up?"

"I already told you I'm fine."

"Oh, come on, don't lie to me.  After all, it's not nice to lie on a first date."

Lia sulked in her seat as Yeji immediately let her laughter die.

"Hey I was kidding!  I mean, you're not upset with me are you?  You know I only told Shane that to make sure he'd let you in, right?  I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything."

Lia sighed.  "I know.  That's not what's bugging me."

Yeji hummed and nodded as she took a sip of her booze.

"It's Ryujin, isn't it?"

"N-no!  Why would it be?!"

"Because I know you've been sending Ryujin puppy dog eyes all night and Ryujin's been ignoring you."

"I have no-!  Wait, you noticed Ryujin's been avoiding me too?"

Yeji gave a light chuckle as she shook her head.  "Dude, it's been soooo fucking obvious."

Lia sighed as she eyed the passage that Ryujin had left through with that stranger.  What were they doing right now?  Of course, she noticed Yeji following her gaze before turning back with a comforting smile.

"And don't worry.  Nothing's going on between her and DR."

"I wasn't worried about that!"

"Yeah, I’m sure," Yeji answered back.  "But I figured you'd like to know just in case."

Lia sighed as she sat up in her barstool.  The more she hung out with Yeji the more she felt like there was no hiding from her.  Like Yeji could pick out the heart on each person’s sleeve whether they wore it there or not.

"Anyways, forget about that, let's just focus on now," Yeji responded as she nodded at Tony for a refill while giving him her award winning smile.  She turned that same smile to Lia as she leaned her head in her palm.  "What do you wanna do to make this the best night of your life ?"

"I…” Lia sighed as she answered softly.  “I don't know…"

"You still haven't touched your drink."

"I know, I just…" she released an exhale before running a hand through her hair.

"I'm just not sure how to feel about being here right now."

"Because of family expectations?"

"Because of what happened when… well… I mean…"

Lia let the vodka swirl in her cup as she struggled to figure out the words she wanted to say.

"When we were in Los Cielos?"

Lia sighed as her shoulders slumped.

"I don't even remember half of what happened and I totally lost control."

"And that's a bad thing?"

Lia looked at Yeji with the most exaggerated skeptical look she could manage.  “ Yes that's a bad thing!  Did you miss where I said I can't remember and was out of control ?!"

"'Kay, maybe those weren't great, but let me ask you this: do you regret any of it?"

"I…" Lia paused as she thought back.  Back to wild dancing, loud music and hugging Ryujin's neck as she pulled her in for a kiss.

Did she regret any of it?

"No…" she answered quietly.  "To be honest, that was probably the best night of my life."

"Then what are you really worried about?"

Lia paused as she looked at her drink before watching her reflection morph from visible anxiety to a small smile of anticipation.

"You know, you're right," she responded with a newfound enthusiasm.  "There really isn't anything worth worrying abotu right now."

"That's the spirit!"  Yeji announced as she clanked her drink with Lia's

"Leave your worries for tomorrow!

Because tonight we're gonna live!"

---

Yuna furiously tapped her foot as she listened to the phone ring.

"Come on, come on…"

bee Bee BEE WE'RE SORRY,  BUT THE NUMBER YOU DIALED IS-

"Fuck!"

"Upset about something, Yuna?"

"Yes!"  Yuna shouted, not bothering to hide her frustration.  "I've tried calling, like, 50 times and-! Holy shit Chaeryoung!"

Chaeryoung offered a sheepish smile as she looked up at Yuna.  "I apologize for being-"

OOOMPHFF

"Who the fuck cares, you're here now!"  Yuna announced hugging her tightly before grabbing her hand.

"Now, come on, we gotta get to the party!"

---

Yeji cheered as Lia danced to the pounding music.  Yeji wasn't gonna lie, Lia actually wasn't that bad a dancer.  It just took her a few drinks, but hey, that just made her like just about everyone else.  It took a bit to let all inhibitions go, and with Lia living in Stifle City she probably had a lot more inhibitions to let go off than others.

Which… that's just how life went sometimes.

After all, everyone has their baggage.

"Well if it isn't gorgeous and considerate."

Yeji immediately turned as she caught sight of the familiar face.

Shit!

"Yeji!"

Lia suddenly came into view as she stumbled into Yeji laughing before taking note of their newcomer.

"Whoa… Yeji, do you know this girl?!"

"Uh…" Yeji paused, trying to get her gears turning.  What was this girl’s name again?!   "I mean, I... ran into her once… but…"

"Just once?"  Lia asked as she continued to stare.  "But she's so pretty!"

The girl began laughing as Yeji flushed and turned to Lia.  How could Lia betray her like-?!

She immediately recollected herself before smirking and leaning towards Lia's ear.

"And here, I thought you only had eyes for Ryujin."

Lia immediately smacked Yeji who simply laughed before giving Lia a cocky grin.  If she couldn't take it…

Suddenly, Lia smirked.

"Guess I’d better move on then."

"Huh- Wah!"

Lia pushed Yeji into the girl as Yeji flushed with embarrassment.

"Have fun with your new girlfriend!"

"Lia!"

And… Lia was gone.  Fuck!

"Um… I'll buy you a drink?"

Yeji turned to the girl who bore a sheepish smile that only made her large black eyes and full cheeks look that much more beautiful.

Yeji released a sigh.

"It's alright, I can spot you," Yeji responded as she sulked towards the bar.

“Besides, her cousin's paying for it."

---

Yuna danced wildly as they let everything go.

They deserved this day.

After all, they had to deal with flakey friends, asshole classmates, and twelve page essays all in one week!  They deserved this break!

She laughed as the music died before opening her eyes to find Chaeryoung leaving the dance floor.  She quickly moved through the bodies as she rushed over to be in front of Chaeryoung.

"Hey! Chaeryoung, you alright?"

Chaeryoung snapped to attention, as if Yuna reminded her that reality was, in fact, still present.   She dropped her eyes slightly before giving a light nod.

"Yes, I… I'm just… thinking…"

Yuna sighed before she grabbed Chaeryoung's hand and guided her to one of the couches with no resistance from Chaeryoung.  She sat Chaeryoung on the couch before squatting to be closer to Chaeryoung’s lowered gaze.

"Chaeryoung, what's wrong?"

"Nothing…"

"Chae, I know you better than that," Yuna answered as they kept their gaze locked onto Chaeryoung.  "You get this look where that's like 'close the blinds, close the curtains, close everything up in here' and you just…"

Chaeryoung turned her gaze to Yuna who continued to exude absolute empathy before Chaeryoung dropped the gaze again.

"I… it's nothing to be concerned about."

"But it's got you worried."

Chaeryoung's body deflated as Yuna moved to sit next to her on the couch.  "Besides," she reached a hand out but paused, hovering over Chaeryoung's hand for a moment before letting it slowly rest on top of hers.  Chaeryoung not flinching was a good sign… right?  They released their breath as they let her hand rest easily on Chaeryoung's, giving a small smile when Chaeryoung turned her gaze towards them.

"We promised we'd tell each other everything."

Chaeryoung seemed to visibly relax as a smile etched her face at the sight of Yuna's hand on top of hers.  She scooted closer before she snuggled into Yuna's side and rested her head in the crook of Yuna's neck as they stiffened at the motion before slowly relaxing.  She watched as Chaeryoung picked up their conjoined hands, eyes glued to them as if checking for any cracks in a work of pottery.

"I'm glad I have you Yuna."

Heat rose to Yuna's cheeks as they struggled to keep themself from turning to fully face Chaeryoung.  "Shit, Chae!  Where's this coming from?!"

"Where else would it come from?  We’ve been friends for almost five years now."

Yuna's eyes widened as she leaned back into the couch.  "Damn… has it really been that long?"

"I suppose it's been closer to four and a half years," Chaeryoung stated as Yuna rolled her eyes.  Leave it to Chae to mention the specifics.

"That's such a long time," Yuna breathed out as Chaeryoung hummed in agreement.  Yuna couldn't help but to look at their hands.  She couldn't help but love the way their conjoined hands looked, love the way that Chaeryoung felt snuggled against her.  She felt a little guilty for relishing it, but Chaeryoung initiated the contact, so she'd push those worries aside for now.  Besides, this wasn’t about them.

"My parents set up a meeting with the school."

She pulled herself up out of Yuna's comfort seek out their eyes.

"They plan to make a case that I should start beyond the ninth grade the upcoming year."

Yuna clung to Chaeryoung's hand instinctively as she tried to fight off her panic.

"But… but you failed the exams!"

"I did…" Chaeryoung admitted, "but my parents plan to present a case that those scores don't reflect my intellect and are certain they have the evidence to convince the school administration to grant an exception."

Yuna groaned as she threw her head back.

"They fucking would do that."

Chaeryoung just nodded in agreement as Yuna raised themself up.

This wasn't the time for them to play the victim.

"But, I mean, hey, there's still a chance the school won't move you up.  And you're hella smart so you could probably convince the school that you really shouldn't move up. A-And even if you do move up a couple years you know…”

She clutched Chaeryoung’s hand as she slowly raised her gaze to her friend.

“That won't change anything between us."

Yuna caught their breath as she gave Chaeryoung a warm smile.

"You'll just have to deal with the fact you have a hyperactive underclassman that's constantly fangirling over you."

Chaeryoung giggled as Yuna moved to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, so don't worry about it.  Everything's gonna be alright."

"Of course," Chaeryoung answered as Yuna's hand hovered by Chaeryoung's cheek.  Her gaze remained frozen on Chaeryoung's face.

God Chaeryoung was beautiful!

But then Chaeryoung's smile slowly died as her eyes revealed a slight panic.

"Yuna..."

Yuna snapped her eyes becak to Chaeryoung before dropping her hand.

"Sorry."

"It's okay," Chaeryoung responded, tucking some of Yuna's hair behind their ear before hugging them tighlty.  "I'm just glad I have you ."

"I know," Yuna answered softly as she gingerly returned the embrace.

"I'm glad I have you too."

---

Yeji fidgeted in her seat as she tried to avoid looking at the other girl.  Seriously, how could Lia do this to her?!  Of course, maybe bringing up Ryujin was a low blow, but she was secretly hoping Lia would be too gay panicked to pick on her further.

Which… probably made that a more shitty move.

"So… I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean for your girlfriend to dump you.."

Yeji laughed loudly as she leaned onto bar counter before rolling herself back up.

"Yeah, she wasn't my girlfriend," Yeji explained as she shook her head.  "I just kinda… convinced that to Shane cuz she was spazzed about being here."

"Shane?"

"He's the bouncer tonight."

"Ahhhh," she answered with a smile and dammit!  There's no way she doesn't know how gorgeous that smile makes her look!  And being in a club meant Yeji being saved by the convenient arrival of the girl's parents was highly unlikely.

"So, are you on a first name basis with everyone in this establishment?"

"I mean, yeah, I guess I come here from time to time," Yeji answered as she gave a sheepish grin.  "What about you?"

"This is my first time,” Noemi responded as she swirled the mini straw in her drink.  “Kinda what happens when you move to a new place, you know?"

“Aw, so that’s what brought you to Greenstone.”

"So you do remember me,” the girl answered as she raised her eyebrows while Yeji gave an embarrassed laugh.

“I mean… yeah.  You were from the airport.”

“Yep.  Noemi Rivera, in case you forgot,” she answered with a sincere smile that morphed into something less innocent.   “So do I get to know your name or do I just have to keep referring to you as ‘gorgeous?’”

"I…" shit!  This girl flirts hard.   "Just call me Yeji."

"Yeji," Noemi answered as she sat back with a smile on her face, like that name was the sweetest candy she had ever tasted.  "It's a pleasure to officially meet you."

"You too," Yeji answered lightly as she shook Noemi's hand.  "How're you liking Greenstone so far?"

"I mean, I haven't gotten to know it too much since I've been spending most of my time unpacking.  Of course, no one's even bothered pretending to be as gorgeous and considerate as you, which made everything after the airport incredibly dull."

"That's such a shame," Yeji answered with the shake of her head.  "With as beautiful as you are, I'm surprised people weren't lining up to open your parents' car door for you."

Noemi giggled as she swirled the drink in her hand.  "Now you decide to be flirty."

"Come on, you need to give anyone you talk to at least five minutes to recover after seeing your petrifying beauty."

She fully laughed, pushing Yeji's shoulder who laughed before leaning her head into her palm to stare up at Noemi.  Noemi noticed the gaze as she flipped her dark hair behind her and raised her eyebrows.

"Like what you see?"

"Mmmhmmm," Yeji hummed with a light smile.  "So much so I'm petrified."

Noemi laughed as she shook her head.  "God, you are so terrible!"

"I know, I know, I'll stop."

"What if I don't want you to?"

"Then I guess you'll just have to deal with me being terrible."

"I can live with that if you promise me a date."

Yeji's smile immediately died.

"I-I'm sorry?"

"Unless," Noemi answered as she raised herself up, "you're not interested."

"No!  I mean… I don't know…" Yeji answered as she ran a hand through her hair.  "I mean…"

Yeji sighed as her fingers fidgetted on the bar counter.

"I just… I'm not looking for a relationship right now.  I promise it has nothing to do with you!  I just-"

"Hey, it’s okay," Noemi answered as she rested a hand on Yeji’s shoulder and offered a comforting smile.  "You don’t need to explain yourself to me.  I can respect that.”

“You?...”  Yeji paused as she couldn’t help but to stare at Noemi.  “Really?”

“Of course,” Noemi answered as she gave a nod.  “Anyways, I’m gonna head back to the dance floor.  Thank you for the drink.”

She rose from the stool and began walking back towards the dance floor until-

"Hey, Noemi, wait!"

She turned around as Yeji hopped off her bar stool and gave her a smile.

"Let me see your phone."

"What for?"

"I said I didn't want a relationship right now, but I didn't say I didn't want to see you again.  I just… want some more time to figure some things out, you know?"

Noemi smiled before unlocking her phone and handing it over.  "I swear, that makes you sound so mature."

"How do you think I convince people I'm old enough to be in places like this?"

Noemi laughed as Yeji finished typing in her number before handing the phone back to Noemi who smiled.

"Thanks.  Guess I'll be seeing you around then."

"Yeah…” Yeji responded a little breathlessly.  “I guess you will."

Noemi turned, leaving Yeji with a wink and a flourish as Yeji just stood and stared.  Half of her wondered how she could be so lucky that someone so beautiful could be so interested in her of all people.

Then there was the other half that wondered what the hell she'd gotten herself into.

---

Ryujin took another inhale of her joint before letting the smoke out of her.

Damn it was so good to have weed again.

Just to sit outside the buildings in the emptiness of the night where she belonged.  It was better for her to be out here.

Besides, she couldn’t do anything stupid to people if there was no one around.

She took in another drag as she let the ashes fall.

At least… that’s what she wanted to convince herself.

CREEEE

She looked up to see who was coming out to the patio before she bitterly chuckled to herself.

Of course it was Lia.

She watched as Lia looked completely lost.  Completely alone.

Completely like an easy target for anyone to take advantage of.

Ryujin sighed as she snuffed her blunt.  She thought Yeji was gonna look out for her.  Be her date for the day or some shit while Ryujin just stewed in her own misery like she always did.

She rose from her spot as she waited for a moment.  She couldn’t help but to stare.  Lia just looked too perfect with the dimly lit patio outlining her petite figure and her hair drenched in the moonlight.  She tried to avoid people whenever there was a large party around.  She just did too many stupid things at too many stupid parties and after what happened in Los Cielos it was better if she put distance between her and Lia.  Better that Lia didn't think that Ryujin actually cared.

...

But…

She gave a small smile as she secretly relished the chance to be with Lia again.

She could convince herself she was high enough to care.

"Looking for someone princess?" 

Lia immediately turned, likely seeing the genuine smile that Ryujin convinced herself she was too high to hide as Lia’s eyes widened in near star-struck wonder.

"Yes…" Lia answered softly before shock riddled her face.

"I mean, no!"  Lia corrected as she turned away with arms crossed  "Of course not!  Why would I be looking for you?!"

Ryujin couldn’t help but chuckle.  "I didn't ask if you were looking for me."

"Well… then good!"  Lia shouted as she kept her gaze turned.  "Because I wasn't looking for you."

Ryujin rolled her eyes as her smile refused to die.  "Whatever.  Where are the others at?”

"I don't know I was busy looking for you!"  Lia announced before the shock returned to her face as she turned her gaze away with a fake cough.  "I mean I was busy not looking for you."

"Right," Ryujin answered as her smile slowly died.  Could she really trust she was sober enough?  Lia was clearly drunk and the last time this happened…

She shook her head before grabbing Lia’s hand and pulling her back towards the building.

"Well, let's get you back to them."

"What, why?!"

"It's just better that way," Ryujin answered somberly as she berated herself.  Why did she think for a second that her being was Lia could be a good idea.  "Come on."

"But… but…!"  She stuttered as she tried desperately to pull Ryujin back before she finally shouted.

"Okay, I admit it I was looking for you!  Please don't make me go back in there!"

Ryujin sighed.  "Why not?"

"Because I want to be with you!"

Ryujin had to catch her breath as she tried to ignore the fact that her hand was still holding Lia’s.

"I just want to be with you."

Just stop talking to her Ryujin.  Get her back to the others Ryujin.  You know what happened the last ti-

"Why?"

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I…"

Ryujin sighed as she let Lia’s hand go.

Because she felt like it.

Because it was better if she did.

"Because... It's personal."

Silence settled over them as Lia kept her gaze on the ground.

"I'd listen."

Ryujin turned her gaze to Lia who looked at her with so much warmth it made Ryujin’s heart swell.

"If you wanna talk about it."

Ryujin shook her head before scoffing.

This was such a bad idea.

"I'd rather you be so wasted you'd forget everything I tell you."

"That might happen, the night's still young."

Ryujin couldn’t suppress her laughter as she turned her gaze back to Lia.  How could such an uppity rich kid get her like this?

"You're fucking crazy princess."

"I know you think so," Lia answered with a light smile.  "So… can we stay?"

Ryujin gave a sigh.  "You should seriously go back to Yeji.  She’ll take better care of you."

"I'm done with dancing for the night," Lia answered with an eyeroll.  "And you take plenty good care of me.”

Ryujin stared at Lia for a moment as Lia kept her gaze determined.

“I’d rather be here with you.”

Ryujin sighed as she slumped to the ground.  There was just no winning against the princess.

"Fine.  But don't expect me to be happy about it."

"Say what you will, I know you love having me around."

Ryujin rolled her eyes with a mirthful smirk as Lia leaned against her shoulder.

“So... why do you always play as Gina Gunn in Ultra Bust’em Bros.?”

Ryujin rolled her eyes.

“Because I feel like it.”

It was Lia’s turn to roll her eyes.  “So, out of all the hours you spend playing that game you never get the slightest desire to play as any other character?”

Ryujin couldn’t help but laugh as she shook her head.  “Nah, they all suck anyways.”

“Well what makes Gina better?”

Ryujin turned to Lia’s soft smile before deciding she was high enough to open up.  High enough to tell Lia about the Asteroid game she played a lot.  High enough to discuss how fucking cool she thought it was when she finally found a game that had you play as a girl.  High enough to believe that Lia was drunk enough to care about everything she talked about as she ranted about video games because she wasn’t high enough to open up about anything else.

And Lia wasn’t drunk enough to hear about anything else.  But… that was okay.

Ryujin just wanted to be high enough to believe that someone might actually care about her.

Because her in her sober mind knew that no one ever did.

Notes:

Just a side note, the proverb Yuna mentions 'tell me who your friends are and I'll tell you who you are' is a Mexican proverb that I learned from Gloria Anzaldua's book Borderlands which is a great book to read for anyone who is interested in reading how more on intersectionality and how she navigates issues around queerness, feminism and explores race through Chicana cultural theory.

Chapter 12: 24HRS

Notes:

Well, here we are. After 12 chapters and over 80,000 words we've come to the first Time of Our Lives hiatus. I just wanted to say one more thank you to everyone who has supported Time of our Lives! During this hiatus I'll likely try to finish the other fics I ended up neglecting and start up Chaeryoung's podcast if people want more of their favorite ITZY anarchist XD Anyways, thanks again so much for all of your support! I hope you enjoy the next chapter and I hope to see you all back after ITZY's next comeback when I'll come back with Not Shy.

She groaned as she held her head up.

Where was she again?

She looked around, tossing the mass of stuffed animals that had surrounded her as she slept.

That's right.  She went to the club with the others.  She told Mrs. Stuart that she was spending the night at Chaeryoung's so that they wouldn't have to worry about curfew and could spend the night at the Hussey Hole after.  Of course… Lia couldn't remember heading back to the Hussey Hole.  She remembered taking shots with Yeji, looking for Ryujin, and talking to her for a bit before the night kinda... went fuzzy.  How late were they up last night?

How late was it now?

She turned to the nightstand, finding her phone, a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen.  She took the water as she smiled at the bottle.  She appreciated their concern but she was able to show some restraint the night prior.

That didn't stop her from feeling incredibly hungry though.

Her stomach grumbled in response as she looked at her phone with a grimace.  She hoped Chaeryoung was awake and sober enough to give Mrs. Stuart an explanation as to why she was still visiting at 2:46 in the afternoon.

She sighed.  She brought an extra pair of clothes and she knew she'd need to shower before returning home.  Which was fine since the Hussey Hole definitely had that facility available.  She just needed to grab the clothes she'd left and…

…

She heard laughing.

Of course she heard laughing.

She let a small smile cross her face as she exited the room where Ryujin turned from the loveseat to meet her with a smirk.

"Morning princess."

Lia rolled her eyes as the others quickly said their morning greetings before she took a seat on the couch next to Yuna.

"Don't you all know how rude it is to wake someone up while they're sleeping?"

"Aw, shit!  Did we wake you?!  Dammit girls!  I told you all we were being too loud!"

"Oh chill out Yuna.  After all, we all know you're the loudest one here."

Yeji chuckled as she pinched Yuna's cheek who flailed her arms to escape Yeji's grasp.

"Gyah!  Fuck off!  Besides, I wasn't half as loud as you were when I mentioned you gave that girl your number!"

"Hey!"  Yeji shouted as she slapped Yuna's shoulder.  "I told you, nothing's happening with that so stop spreading bullshit!"

"Wait, you mean the girl from last night?"

"Ugh, I don't want to hear about it from you Lia," Yeji responded with a pointed finger that was accompanied by an equally pointed gaze.  "It was all your fucking fault that happened."

"Shit, Lia, you're the one that hooked Yeji up?!"  Yuna asked with a wide smile.  "That's so fucking awesome dude!"

Yuna offered Lia a high five which Lia smugly took as Yeji rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, that's nice and all, but you're walking on thin ice.  Trust me, I'm gonna return the favor."

"Don't worry about Yeji," Ryujin responded with a sly smile.  "She's all talk."

"Hm… maybe I am and maybe I'm not,"  Yeji responded with a knowing smirk to Ryujin before turning it to Lia.  "I guess the question is, are you willing to run the risk?"

Lia immediately shrunk back as Yeji's words rang in her head.

And here I thought you only had eyes for Ryujin.

She tilted her head down, looking slightly towards Ryujin's direction before shoving her gaze away again.  There was nothing between her and Ryujin!

…

Was there?!

…

Could there…?

She shook the thought out of her head as she turned back to the conversation.

"There's no need to act so hostile, Yeji.  After all, Noemi seemed rather amicable."

Yeji groaned at Chaeryoung's interjection.  "I mean… okay, yeah.  She's super pretty and fun and was totally chill I just…"  She paused as she ran a hand through her hair that decided to settle on her left shoulder.

"I don't know.  I think I'm just kinda afraid of getting into that kind of a relationship again."

Lia's heart dropped as she watched Yeji clutch her shoulder tighter.  She was so invested in her own troubles that she didn't think about where any of the others were coming from.

"Well, you have discussed your boundaries with her already, haven't you?"

"I mean… I told her I wasn't ready for a relationship… and she said she respected that."

"Then that shows that she'll likely work with you, you just have to commit to being honest."

"Yeah…"

Lia noticed Yuna looking towards Chaeryoung before looking somberly away as Yeji still looked distant.

"Listen… Yeji?"  Lia sighed as she moved a strand of her hair behind her ear.  "I just want to apologize.  That was reckless and thoughtless of me to have abandoned you and encouraged that girl like that."

Yeji gave a sigh before turning her characteristic smile towards Lia.  "Hey, don't worry about it.  It's not like you could've known."

"Besides, it was gonna happen eventually anyway since Yeji's such a helpless flirt."

"You don't gotta say it like that!"  Yeji shouted before sinking back into the couch.  "Seriously, why is everyone picking on me today?!"

"I don't know, but I'm just happy I'm not getting picked on!"

"Don't worry Squirt, we'll get back to ya later."

"I'm still fucking taller than you!"

"Yeah, and don't go acting all high and mighty Ryujin!  I swear, you can't be social for 10 minutes without being like 'sorry, my weed dealer just came in.  Gotta dip.'"

"That's who that guy was?!"

"Yeah, why?"  Ryujin asked as she gave a soft smirk.  "Worried he was my boyfriend?"

"N-of course not!"

"And that's besides the point!"  Yeji interrupted.  Thank God Yeji interrupted!  Maybe she wasn't going to make Lia's life as miserable as she originally thought.  "I swear you act like it'll kill you to actually hang out with people!"

"I can be social if I want.  I just never feel like it."

Yeji rolled her eyes.  "That's always your excuse."

"If you don't believe me then why don't we make a bet on it."

Yeji's brow quirked as she looked at Ryujin skeptically.  "Seriously?"

"Sure.  Besides, it's not like I'm gonna lose."

Yeji smiled, leaning forward as all eyes were trained on the two.  "You don't spend enough time with me sober to know that."

Ryujin laughed as she shook her head.  "Seriously though.  Let's make a deal."

"I'm listening."

"If I spend a full 24 hours hanging out with you losers then I get to choose a new profile pic for you on Instagram."

"Wait a minute, does that mean we're hanging too?!"

Ryujin turned to Yuna and shrugged one of her shoulders.

"I said 'losers' didn't I?"

"Ignoring that.  Anyways, I think that's an awesome idea!  Like, having a full day!  Just about us!  For twenty-four hours!"

"And, since Lia has recently joined us, it would be a great time for her to get to know each of us better.  We could even take turns picking activities to engage in for the day."

"Yes!  Yeji, you have to agree to this!!!"

"I don't know…" Yeji answered as she leaned back.  "Just changing my Instagram picture?  I thought you were more hardcore than that."

"You'll rethink that statement after I win."

Yeji rolled her eyes before leaning forward with a smile.  "Alright then, but if I win you gotta tell Yuna where you live."

"Holy fuck, finally!  I've been wanting to know for soooooooo long!  Ryujin you gotta accept!  Accept and lose!"

"Deal."

"YES!!!  Everyone wait in your spots while I get the summoning chalk to start the blood oath!"

"And I'll write up a contract to stop Yuna from pulling out the knives."

Yuna whined as Chaeryoung gave her a knowing smirk while Lia just looked between Yeji and Ryujin.

"So… perhaps it's just me but… am I missing the point behind all of this?  This deal seems largely childish."

"Oh, it may not be the most mature thing I've done," Yeji responded as she leaned forward.

"But this is finally my chance to give Ryujin 24 hours of hell."

---

They wrote up a contract and came up with a plan.  Yuna still complained that contracts lacked the same seriousness a blood oath would but Chaeryoung was able to convince them they didn't have anyone well versed enough in blood rituals to ensure that the deal would be bound legitimately.  Yuna seemed to be okay with that explanation, though they did continue to pout at Chaeryoung as she discussed how the contract would work.  The day would be split between the five of them, each getting four hours and forty-eight minutes with the option to choose to end their chosen activity/activities early to give time to transition to the next.  In order for the bargain to be fulfilled Ryujin had to remain in the premise of one or more of the involved parties throughout the entirety of the twenty-four hours.  If Ryujin manages to remain with the group throughout the full twenty-four hours then Ryujin will have the power to create and change Yeji's profile picture on Instagram which Yeji must keep for a full 168 hours (or seven days).  If Ryujin fails to meet these conditions then Yeji has permission to share Ryujin's personal address to Shin Yuna who is free to use this information as she/he/they wish.  The twenty-four hour period will begin at 5 AM after all parties agree to its terms and conditions.  Room and boarding will be provided at the 'Hussey Hole' prior to the beginning of the bet.

"Is there anything that any party would like some clarification on or believes needs to be added?"

Yeji turned to Ryujin with a smirk as Ryujin gave a shrug.

"I just heard I get to fuck up Yeji's digital social life for a week."

"Psh!  As if!  Get ready for Yuna to raise some hell in your crackhouse."

"Aw yeah!  Now I can finally just start pounding on your door when you start ignoring me!"

Ryujin scoffed.  "In your dreams squirt."  She grabbed the pen and signed on the line above "participating party" before handing the pen to Yeji.  Lia rolled her eyes when she received the pen as she signed her name above "witness."

"I still don't understand the point of this whole endeavor.  Yeji, why would you give Ryujin control of your social media account?  Also, Ryujin, why is it so that Yuna doesn't know where you live?"

"Uh, Ryujin's not gonna control my social media cuz I'm gonna win!"

"And I feel like the less home addresses Yuna knows the more likely they'll live to see Chaeryoung graduate.  Besides, if you had the chance to have your address hidden from Yuna, wouldn't you?"

"Hey, you don't need to be so rude!  Lia, I don't harass you that often, do I?"

Lia hummed as she contemplated the thought.  Ryujin actually had a fair point.

"In any case, now that we have all completed the contract we officially start this campaign in the morning," Chaeryoung announced as she got up from the couch.  "What are everyone's proposed sleeping arrangements?"

"I'll take the couch," Yeji answered almost immediately.

"Where are you thinking Chaeryoung?"

"We can likely fit three of us on the bed, so I proposed to take one of those slots."

"Then I'll take the recliner," Yuna answered as she rubbed the back of her head.

"Are you certain?"

"Yeah… T-totally!"

Chaeryoung didn't look too convinced but ultimately didn't fight it as she sighed.

"Very well.  I suppose that just leaves Ryujin and Lia."

Lia paused as she looked at Ryujin  before looking down.  What should she choose?  If she chose the bed, would it look like she was trying to sleep with Chaeryoung?  Or, if she chose the loveseat, would Yeji tease her throughout the night about missing the chance to sleep with Ryujin?  In front of Yuna even?!  She knew the way they all joked with each other and she just wasn't mentally or emotionally in a place where she could deflect Yeji's jabs!

"I'll take the loveseat."

Lia looked up to Ryujin who nodded to Chaeryoung.

"Alright then.  If that's all done I'm going to bed.  Have a good night everyone and rest well.  We have quite the day ahead of us tomorrow."

They all said their goodnights as Chaeryoung left the room.  Yeji immediately turned to Yuna.

"Hey, is everything good?"

Yuna tilted their head in surprise before shrugging their shoulders.  "Yeah.  Why wouldn't it be?"

Yeji rocked her head.  "I don't know.  You and Chaeryoung just seem a little... awkward recently."

Yuna sighed as they set up their blanket on the recliner.  "It's no big deal, I'm just… figuring things out right now."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Yuna just gave a light shrug before turning back to Yeji.

"I… think I wanna think it out on my own for now but… thanks."

"Hey, I'm always here for ya."

Yuna smiled before Ryujin got up from the loveseat and stretched.

"Alright, I think we need something to clear out the warm fuzzies."

She moved to the TY, turned on the game play console and squeezed herself between Lia and Yuna.

"I think this calls for a Bust'em match.  Come on, I'll even let all three of you try to beat me."

Yuna's eyes widened before a sinister smirk crossed their face.  "Oh you're so dead!  Right Yeji?!"

"Hells yeah!  Let's do this!"

"You joinin' princess?"

Lia blinked a few times.  She was slightly disoriented by how quickly the mood changed but managed to process quickly enough to put on a scowl.

"Are you kidding me?!  We all have to wake up at five tomorrow!"

"Then go to fucking sleep, it's not like we're gonna stop you."

"No, please stay Lia!  We never beat Ryujin!  You gotta help us out!"

Lia's mind paused as she heard Yuna's plea while Yeji grumbled about not being that bad at the game.  Lia sometimes wondered why she was there.  Yuna had so much support who had been with them throughout so much while Lia…

…

She sighed.

It was such a waste thinking about time lost.

"You know what, I've always wanted an opportunity to put Ryujin in her place."

Yeji and Yuna hollered at the comment as Ryujin shook her head.  "Please Princess.  You've, what, touched the controller twice?  There's no way you're beating me."

"Don't listen to Ryujin Lia!  We'll totally take her down!"

Lia laughed as they started the game.  The matches seemed to bleed into each other with Ryujin dominating the board although there were a few close calls.  Eventually, Lia opted to leave to get ready for the morning since she was in charge of the first 'shift.'  She recommended everyone else get their rest, though she doubted they would.

Which would be immensely evident in the morning.

---

BEBEBEEP BEBEBEEP

"Alright everyone, it's time to wake up!"

The room collectively groaned as Lia continued to walk past the couches, tearing off blankets as mumbled protests escaped the sleepy teens.

"I don't wanna wake up yet!"

"Come on Yuna, we all signed a contract."

"I change my mind!  I wanna sleep!"

"Just a reminder Yuna that if people fail to uphold the contract agreement then the contract becomes null, meaning you will no longer have the opportunity to learn Ryujin's home address."

With a panicked 'oh shit' and a mass of flailing limbs Yuna bounced out of the recliner before bounding onto the loveseat.

"Holy fuck!"

"Come on Ryujin!  Times a wasting!  You need to wake up too Yeji!"

"Mrnnn I can't believe I took a day off for this shit."

"Hey, you can always quit and let me change your photo now."

Yeji chuckled as she shook her head.

"No way asshat.  You're so going down."

"And now that you are all sufficiently attentive I suggest you all find something comfortable to wear that you can move around easily in."

Yeji groaned as she raised herself slowly from the couch.  "Ugh… why?"

"Because our first activity for the day will be a three mile jog."

Ryujin and Yeji both turned towards each other before looking back at Lia.

"What. The. Fuuuuuu-"

"Okay, I'm concerned," Yeji responded with a raised hand.  "Like, seriously?  I did not sign up for summer PE credit."

"Well I've had to miss my morning routine on multiple occasions because I'm making time for the activities you all enjoy," Lia answered bitterly as she set her fitbit watch.  "Besides, maintaining a healthy body is an essential component of ensuring a high quality experience of life."

"Also, you all signed a contract."

They both groaned as Yuna continued to jump on the couch.

"Come on!  It'll be fun!  I'll even race all of you!  None of you fuckers will be able to stop me!!!"

Ryujin swatted at Yuna who smiled unapologetically.  She wasn't awake enough to deal with Yuna at 150 percent energy, but she was always in the mood to mess with Yeji.

"So Yeji, you gonna join the run?  Or are you too worried this'll fuck up your hair."

"Oh fuck off Ryujin!  You think you can handle some cardio with your smoker lungs?"

"I could run faster than you."

"Bet."

"Hey, excuse me!  I see a lot of talking and little preparing so start getting dressed!"

They all groaned before grabbing clothes to get changed in while Chaeryoung and Lia prepared water bottles for everyone.  Once they were all dressed and set, Lia led a quick stretching session that led to more banter between Yeji and Ryujin and an energetic Yuna grumbling about being too bouncy to be in that one spot.  Finally they made it outside the apartment building where Lia explained the route they'd run to Stoneridge park, taking the two mile lap before returning to the Hussey Hole.

"Now, are there any questions?"

They all rolled their eyes.  Lia was a natural gym instructor.

"Aaaaand go!"

Yuna immediately zoomed past them all as she shouted 'see ya later suckers!' while Lia and Chaeryoung paced themselves more moderately.  Lagging behind was Yeji who was keeping a watchful eye on the just as lagging Ryujin.

"Why don't you run ahead?"

"Why don't you?"

"You gotta stay by someone, remember?"

"And?"

"I just figured I'd give you a warning that if you lagged too far away from the group then it could be considered you abandoning us and breaking the contract."

"So?"

"So, I'm gonna run ahead and let Yuna know your home address now.  See you later loser!"

Yeji started running ahead, passing Lia and Chaeryoung who looked behind them to make sure that Ryujin was still there.

They would need someone else to stay with Ryujin.

Which, Lia sighing, decided may as well be her since it was her activity.

And why in the world was Ryujin leaving their specified route?!

Lia groaned before stopping to turn towards where Ryujin was walking.  Was Ryujin already  giving up?!

Suddenly, Ryujin blew past her as she gave a nod before passing Chaeryoung.  Lia looked back towards where Ryujin had been earlier, noticing a board rental shack before she sighed.

At least Ryujin was participating in some way.

---

Yeji laughed as she slowed down her running.

She should be well enough ahead to not have to worry.  Ryujin didn't even seem to care, which was typical Ryujin behavior, and Ryujin was fucking shit at running.

She had this in the bag.

She chuckled to herself as she pulled out her vape.  She thought Ryujin would at least try to put up a good fight.

Not that it mattered to Yeji.

She brought the vape to her lips before giving a nice inhale.  There weren't enough people in the park for her to be worried about someone complaining or ratting her out and right now she needed a victory drag.

"Hey loser."

Yeji coughed on the last of her vapors before watching as Ryujin rode on her longboard, giving Yeji the finger as she rolled along the path. Yeji immediately ran forward before she grabbed a tree branch and chucked it in Ryujin's direction.

"Get back here you asshole!"

"See you at the finish."

Ryujin turned around the curb as Yeji caught her breath before pushing back her hair.  Dammit!  She should've known better than to think Ryujin would fall back that easily.  Yeji wasn't sure what disappointed her more: that Ryujin pulled one over on her again or that she didn't think of grabbing a longboard first.

Her eyes lit up as a mischievous smile crossed her face.

She wasn't contracted to need a babysitter.

Which meant no one would be the wiser if she made a few detours.

The mischevious smile stretched across her face as she wandered into the trees.

This wasn't over.

Not by a long shot.

---

Yuna crashed on the ground with their limbs splayed out as they took heavy breaths.

How could running three miles be so hard?

They took in deep breaths as they stared up at the sky.  How many more miles did they even have left?

"This is why it's important to pace yourself."

Yuna gave a sad raspy groan.

"Not now Chaeryoung."

They listened to Chaeryoung's light giggles.  Dammit!  They could never stay mad when Chaeryoung giggled!

"Would now be a good time for this at least?"

Yuna looked up to Chaeryoung who was handing them a water bottle.  They groaned before sitting up and taking the offered reprieve.

"Thanks Chae."

"Of course."

Yuna took the drink as Chaeryoung's attention was immediately drawn to the sound of rumbling gravel behind them.  Ryujin showed up shortly, rolling slowly on the longboard before stopping by the duo.

"Whaddup nerds?"

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes as Yuna gave an exaggerated whine.

"Hey!  How come Ryujin got a longboard!"

"Cuz I didn't bother asking."

"Asking for permission or asking for clarification on vehicular use during this activity?"

Ryujin shrugged.  "Either or."

"Ugh, and I ran all this way for nothing!"

"I will admit, Lia was rather unclear in how she wanted us to engage in this activity."

"I don't think she cares," Yuna answered with a sigh.  "If there's anything I'm certain of Lia these days, its that she's got structure ingrained into her skin.  Which also means she doesn't know any activities that would actually be fun."

"Then why did we all agree to doing this shit?"

"Because we said whoever was in charge of the shift got to determine what we did.  Remember?  We signed a contract."

"Also, no one wanted the 5-10 shift so it makes sense we'd be engaging in a modified version of Lia's morning routine."

Ryujin rolled her eyes.  "You rich shits are fucking weird."

"I blame the parents."

"They do coerce us into engaging in a different lifestyle."

"Whatever.  I'm really only here because I passed Lia and Yeji already."

"Aw, you're really taking needing a babysitter seriously!"

"Fuck off Squirt.  I'm just ready to watch Yeji's social life blow up in her face."

"That's not going to happen!  I'm gonna learn where you live Shin Ryujin, one way or another!  In fact, I think I'm ready to get back in this thing!"

Yuna immediately bounced up before booking back down the path and blowing a kiss to the two behind them.

"Love ya both!  Later!"

"They're so fucking weird."

"Yuna is definitely a unique individual, but that's part of what makes them special."

Ryujin turned to Chaeryoung before finding a wistful expression across her face.  Ryujin rubbed her neck before shaking her head.

"Don't break your brain now.  The world would be royally fucked if you do."

Chaeryoung giggled.  "I'm immensely shocked that you care."

"I never said I cared," Ryujin answered as she took a drink from her water bottle.

Chaeryoung gave a full laugh.  "Say what you will Ryujin, but I didn't get this far in life without learning how to read between the lines."

Ryujin rolled her eyes.  "Should I be impressed you're a nerd?"

Chaeryoung laughed as she pushed Ryujin's shoulder who laughed in response.

"Anyways, shall we get going?"

"You think you can keep up?"

"No, but I also know it's not my responsibility to ensure you uphold your end of the bargain."

Ryujin rolled her eyes before she lightly pedalled her longboard.

"Whatever, it's not like I care about that shit anyway."

"Then why sign a contract for it?"

Chaeryoung walked alongside Ryujin who shrugged her shoulders as a small smile crossed her face.

"I dunno.  Guess I just felt like it."

---

Lia continued to jog down the path at a steady stride.  Her feet heavily padded against the ground as she tried to focus her mind on her running feet and not her running thoughts.  It didn't matter where Ryujin, Yuna or any of the others were.  It didn't matter that Yuna and Yeji ran ahead or that Chaeryoung kept her pace, leaving Lia behind when she was distracted by Ryujin's deviancy.  It didn't matter that Lia was alone, despite the fact that they were supposed to be spending this time together.

She even signed a damned contract saying they would spend this time together!

She slowed to a halt as she looked up towards the path.

What was she even having them do?

She didn't care about her morning routine whenever she hung out with her friends.  Sure, it was a struggle the first time, but the structure in her life was largely created to prevent from being idle.  To keep the boredom at bay so that she wouldn't run off and be friends with the very kinds of people she was hanging out with now.

…

So why was she letting that structure get in the way?

She checked her watch.  It was around seven.  Of course she had lost a lot of time since all of them started late with needing to wake up, get dressed and get going, but there was still plenty of time for her to turn it around!

She started jogging in the opposite direction.

She needed to find the others!

---

They crouched in the bushes, waiting intently as they stared unblinkingly at the paved pathway.

"You sure we're gonna get Ryujin this way?"

"Come on, you saw Lia's map, this is the only pathway through this park."

"Okay, yeah, but what if Ryujin decides not to take the path at all?"

Yeji sighed.

"Look, I know Ryujin does her own thing, but it'd be way too difficult to ride a longboard off the path.  Also, if you're with me then the only two left to babysit Ryujin are Chaeryoung and Lia and I doubt either of them would bother with detours."

Yuna hummed skeptically as they lowered their head.

"I still don't think-"

"Shhh!  Someone's coming."

Yuna paused.  They could hear the footsteps, but they were certain the footsteps were coming from the opposite direction that their relay thing or whatever was supposed to be done in.  It probably wasn't anyone-

"Lia?!"

Yuna ran towards the path, ignoring Yejis hushed screams to get back before giving away their position.  They strode up to Lia who immediately turned towards her cousin.

"Lia, what are you doing here?"

"I…" Lia immediately shook her head before putting on an accusatory face.  "I mean, what are you doing?!  That wasn't the path I outlined!"

"Me and Yeji are waiting to prank Ryujin," Yuna answered with a wave towards the bushes where an audible groan could be heard.  "And if you were so worried about us going the right direction, then why are you coming from that way?"

"Well, I mean… I don't…" Lia sighed.  Who was she trying to fool? "Okay, I…"

She shook her head as she avoided Yuna's gaze.

"I got lonely."

"AWWWWWW!!!"

Yuna squeezed her cousin in a tight hug as Lia gasped for air.

"Yuna… please…"

"Alright, alright I'm sorry," Yuna answered with a light chuckle as they let Lia go.  "Anyways, wanna stick with me and Yeji?  I guarantee you it'll be worth it."

Lia turned to the bush that Yuna had come from.  She had never pulled a prank before.  And a prank on Ryujin?

A sinister smirk crossed her face before she turned back to Yuna.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea."

---

Ryujin grabbed a drink of her water as she continued to roll slowly.

"So… you really think that oppression happens just by talking?"

"More or less.  When discussing the English language, definitely.  After all, America speaks a language that is shared by it's mother country of Great Britain, which was a major force of colonial empiricism in the 1600's and continues to be so.  I don't know from experience about Spanish and French, however  given that they also participated in the mass colonization of the quote-unquote 'New World' as well as the African continent, I can only presume that their languages would share a similar consequence since they participated in similar practices that led to the mass oppression of black and indigenous populations."

"But… not all languages perpetuate oppression?"

"Again, I am unsure.  Perhaps there is a language that doesn't but it could only be so if it existed among a people or community where oppression didn't exist."

Ryujin hummed as her brow tensed in thought.

"Why can't language be not shitty even if it's in a place that is?"

Chaeryoung smiled lightly as she turned her head to the sky.

"Well, why do you think we have language?"

"Uh, cuz there'd be no way to talk to people otherwise."

"That's true but why would we need to communicate with each other at all?"

"I mean, what kind of a question is that? Like, if humans are social creatures then how could we not communicate?"

"So we communicate based on a survival need?"

Ryujin tilted her head at the thought.

"I guess… maybe it's not that necessary."

"I think it might help to think about this on a macro scale.  That the reason we live in communities is to ensure that each person can perform a role to help support others in the community.  Farmers grow food, carpenters make homes and so forth."

"Ah, okay."

"I will admit, that may not be necesary, but it certainly does make life easier," Chaeryoung responded with a light smile.  "So don't go thinking of running off to the woods."

"Come on, I could make it work.  Be one with the wolves or some shit."

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes as Ryujin gave a light smile.

"I think I got ya though.  The reason we need to communicate is so that people can organize since it'd be harder to take care of all your shit alone."

"Precisely."

"And, if language is needed to organize people, then my guess is your argument is that because America organized itself around oppressing everyone who's not a white, cis-dude their language must necessarily promote it."

"Correct."

Ryujin hummed as she pedaled her board again.

"Alright then smartass, here's a question for ya: If language reflects oppression then do we need to change language to make society less oppressive, or does society need to get its shit together before language can get less shitty?"

Chaeryoung gave a laugh.  "I should've known that'd be your response.  You do have a tendency to ask things like that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Chaeryoung answered with a smile towards Ryujin.  "That you are asking a question that can be related to multiple philosophical and political theorists."

"So?"

"So…" Chaeryoung responded.  "You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for."

"Psh, as if," Ryujin scoffed.  "I'm not smart.  I'm a drop out."

"Just because you no longer attend high school classes doesn't mean that you're not intelligent."

"Oh come on Chae.  As if a lazy ass like me could-"

"RAAAAAAAH"

"MEERRRRY CHRISSSTMAAASS!!!"

"EAT THIS!!!"

Yeji, Yuna and Lia rushed out of the bushes as they sprayed silly string at Ryujin who swatted at it.  She stepped off the longboard and started using it to swat blindly at the pranksters.

"What the fuck?"

"Think I wouldn't get you back?"

"Yeah, you can't fuck with us forever you know!"

Ryujin lowered the longboard before grabbing at some of the silly string.

"And this was the best you could come up with."

She tossed the string at Yuna who shrieked at the gesture.

"Also, I didn't think the princess enjoyed shitty pranks."

Lia rolled her eyes. "I just felt like this would be a grand opportunity for me to get back at you for all the headaches you've given me."

"Yeah, and someone needs to show her what normal life is like," Yeji responded as she slung an arm over Lia's shoulder.  "Which brings me to my next point.  'Rah,' is not what you shout at people when you pull a prank."

"Yeah, you say something totally sarcastic!  Or playful!  Or threatening !  Like 'Happy Birthday!'"

Yuna sprayed the silly string at Ryujin again.  Ryujin blocked it with the board before swinging it towards Yuna, causing them to scream.

"Dammit Ryujin, I'm not even in your elbow space!"

"You're still being annoying."

Yuna whined as Yeji laughed.

"Don't worry, Ryujin's just being pissy at getting pranked."

Ryujin scoffed as she shook her head and turned towards Chaeryoung.

"I plead innocent.  I had no idea that Yuna or Yeji had this planned and even less of an idea that Lia would take part in something like this."

"Hey, I did not agree to being talked about like I'm being accused of something!"

"What are you doing here anyway Princess?"

"Nothing!"

"Lia got bored and lonely so she joined us!"

"Yuna!"

"Hey, don't be so embarrassed.  It's actually adorable to hear that the lil' cousin missed us so much."

"I told you I'm the older cousin!"

"I mean, yeah.  But even sober I can tell that 'lil cousin' works better for you."

"Ugh!"

"It's alright Princess.  It's not your fault the Squirt's a fucking beanstalk."

"You wanna fight Ryujin?"

"Nah, I was taught not to play with my food beanstalk."

Yuna sprayed Ryujin again who laughed with the rest of them, whether at Yuna's reaction or Ryujin's new nickname for them Lia wasn't sure.

"Anyways, since our morning jog is over, shall we head back to the Hussey Hole?"

Yeji gave a sly smirk to Ryujin who simply rolled her eyes.

"Sure lil cuz.  What's the next activity?"

Lia rolled her eyes.  Looks like she got a new nickname too.

"You'll find out when we get there."

---

Ryujin furrowed her brow as her hands clenched tighter.

"Fuck!"

FINISH

"YES!!!  Finally!  How's it feel being a loser Ryujin?!"

"You know better than I do.  Besides, you can't beat me without Chaeryoung's help."

"Oh come on, I can totally beat you- Hey where are you going?!  Don't tell me your rage quitting!"

Ryujin flipped Yeji off who just laughed.  "Damn, I should've figured Ryujin'd be a sore loser.  'Course, I'm surprised you're as good at video games as you are Chae.  You hardly ever play."

"I suppose that would be surprising, however, ten years of violin lessons does have a tendency to improve your fine motor skills."

Yeji shook her head.  "I can't believe your parents still have you taking lessons.  Don't they think you have enough shit to deal with?"

"According to my parents too many projects is never enough.  After all, 'idle time is wasted time.'"

"Video games isn't idle time.  Come on, let's do a 1 v. 1 and see how good you really are."

The buttons of the controllers clacked away as Ryujin rolled her eyes while heading into the kitchen.

"What'cha working on princess?"

Lia piled the bundles of fruit onto the counter next to Yuna's brand new blender.  Seriously, how could these four practically live here with nothing for adequate meal preparation?!

"It's nothing.  Go back to your game."

"I'll pass."

Lia huffed as she started chopping a banana.  Ryujin moved past Lia to grab a knife and start chopping strawberries.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Ryujin answered sarcastically as she continued to chop the fruit.  "At least, that's what you told me this is."

Lia shoved Ryujin's shoulder and shook her head with a smile.  "Seriously, you should go back to your game.  I can do this on my own."

"I'm chill.  Yeji's being an ass anyways."

"Aw, stop being such a baby.  Yuna's got that job taken already."

Ryujin threw a strawberry at Yeji as Lia smacked her shoulder.

"Stop wasting my products."

"Yeah Ryujin, respect the food," Yeji responded as she threw the strawberry back.

"Oh, it's so on."

"NO, it is NOT!!!"

Lia released a tense sigh before turning towards each of them separately.

"You, sit back down and play your video games!  You, either stay on task or get out of my kitchen!"

"Shit, sorry Lia."

Yeji immediately sat back down as Ryujin rolled her eyes.

"My bad princess."

Lia groaned as Yeji laughed before turning back to her game.  Thank God!   They had no further issues as the kitchen fell into a rhythm of button mashing and knife cutting before Chaeryoung brought idle chatter back into the room.

"So Yeji, have you heard from Noemi recently?"

"Hm…? Uh… yeah… I mean, she texted me just a couple days after the club, but… you know…"

"You haven't responded yet?"

"Of course she hasn't.  Yeji's afraid of girls cuz she thinks all their time forced in the kitchen makes them pan abusers."

"Your such a fucking asshole Ryujin!"

BRRRRRRRRR

"WHAT WAS THAT?! CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE-!"

BRRRRRrrrrr-

SMACK

"I told you to stop messing around in my kitchen!"

"Haha!  Looks like being bi isn't saving you from being whipped!"

"Shut the fuck up."

"I'M BAAAAAACK~!!!"

THUMP

They all turned towards the voice before quickly returning to their own tasks.

"It's about fucking time.  You were in the fucking shower for for fucking ever!"

"And I used up all the hot water so no one else gets to use it!"

Yeji groaned as she leaned back in the couch.

"Seriously Yuna?!  What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"I've been preparing for my shift!"

BRRRRRRRRRRRRR

"Smoothies are ready!"

Ryujin jumped over the back of the couch with her smoothie as Lia handed everyone else theirs.

"Shit, thanks a bunch Lia."

"This is very generous of you.  Thanks."

"Yeah, you're the best Lia!"

Lia rolled her eyes as she sat next to Chaeryoung on the loveseat.  "It's only natural.  After all, what better way to finish a morning jog than with a smoothie?"

"Damn, I never knew you'd be such a health guru," Yeji joked as she took a sip of her smoothie.  "Seriously though, I'm surprised you cut the jog early.  You seemed super into it."

"Well, I came to the realization that the stress and anxiety that comes with interacting with you four will probably burn more calories than any amount of running possibly could."

They all laughed at the comment as Yeji shook her head.  "I swear, you're becoming more and more like us each day."

"How so?"

"I mean, you're not really part of the group if you're not hurling insults in some way."

"That… doesn't seem like a healthy friendship."

"Hey, it's all in good fun.  Like, we understand boundaries and shit.  We just like to call each other out on our shit sometimes too."

"You're one to talk Squirt.  No one has more shit worth picking on than you."

Yuna sighed.  "It's okay, I've come to accept the fact that your politically as well as literally inaccurate nickname for me comes from you being vertically challenged."

"Man, fuck you."

"Yeah, so everyone gets shit on.  Though, it is kinda hard to pick on Chaeryoung."

"I will admit that my upbringing does make it difficult to engage in such behavior."

Yeji rolled her eyes.

"Except for when Chaeryoung sounds like a fucking white noble from the 1700's."

"That's Greenstone Preparatory Academy for you."

They all fell into comfortable laughter before Yuna raised their glass.

"Alright all!  Drink up your smoothies!"  They announced as a sinister smile crossed their face.

"Because after this, it's war!"

---

Yuna stared out across the field with binocular hands.

"See anything out there Yuna?"

"Negative," Yuna answered matter-of-factly as they continued to scan the empty field.

"I still think this is stupid," Yeji responded.  "Like, why are we hiding in the playground of all places?!  It's so fucking obvious!"

"Look, just let me have my moment, okay?!"

Yeji laughed as she shook her head.

"Alright, alright.  Whatever the baby needs."

Yuna huffed before returning to look through her finger binoculars.  "You know, you could help with scouting."

"Yeah, well, I figured all the parents around here are already afraid of you that they don't need to think we're both incurable weirdos."

Yuna smacked Yeji's shoulder as she laughed before standing up.

"Oh chill Yuna, I'm just stating facts.  Besides, doing lookout is a waste of time."

"It's not a waste of time!  We created the perfect ambush!"

"Yeah, but none of them are gonna just come over here.  Not unless we lure them."

Yuna hummed in thought, lowering their 'binoculars' before turning to Yeji.

"Watcha got in mind?"

---

"I can't believe Yuna spent a whole hour in the bathroom filling up water balloons!"

"Get used to it princess."

"It may have been unorthodox, but they did prepare us well for the battle ahead."

"Psh, speak for yourself.  I got put on a team with you two."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"It means that I'm ninety percent sure neither of you can make a proper throw."

Lia scoffed at the comment.  "Well, you did sign a contract that someone needed to supervise you."

"And given events prior it was deemed illogical to have you on a team with Yuna or Yeji."

"Besides, I don't know what you're complaining about.  We're not even doing the balloon fight!  Instead you dragged us here!"

"What can I say?  I got hungry."

"I made us smoothies!  Seriously Chaeryoung, how can you be okay with this?!"

"I can never say no to a coffee break," Chaeryoung answered as she took a sip from her thermos.  "Besides, the contract stated that Ryujin had to remain with someone involved in the activities, but it didn't necessarily state whether we could or could not have breaks in between them.  Yuna didn't say we couldn't grab some lunch and coffee after all.  And we do technically still have the water balloons with us should we get a surprise encounter which could been seen as continued participation to the activity."

Lia gave a sigh.  "I don't think inside a coffee shop is the best place to have an open water balloon war zone."

"Yeah, but if the squirt fires first I'm knocking them out."

"I'm sure that should we run into Yuna or Yeji we can negoti-"

WHOOOOOMP

They turned towards the sound finding Yuna pressed up against the glass window as they stared at them with wide eyes.

"I guess we'll have our chance to find out."

Chaeryoung waved at Yuna who continued to obnoxiously stare at the trio.

"For the love of-"

Lia rose from her spot before moving to the door.

"Yuna! You're making a scene."

Yuna slowly turned their head to glare at Lia.

"We're supposed to be balloon battling."

"Yeah," Ryujin acknowledged as she took a bite from the fries she'd brought.  "And you gave us five minutes to find a place to set up."

"You can't set up inside a building!"

"You didn't tell us that earlier."

"Ryujin's correct Yuna."

Yuna groaned.  Chaeryoung's supposed to be on their side!  It's like… best friend code or some shit.

"Ugh! Whatever, I'm coming in!"

"Hold up."

"Yeah, we want to make sure you're not going to pull anything!"

"Wah-?!  Come on Lia!  You think I'd do something inside Green Bean's of all places?!"

"Well, I didn't think that if I'd let you use the shower first you'd waste all the hot water on water balloons!"

"Come on, this isn't a waste!  Besides, a water balloon fight is basically a shower right there!"

Lia groaned before moving back to the table as Chaeryoung quickly replaced her.

"Yuna, we understand your frustration-"

"No you don't."

"Which is why we propose a ceasefire.  After all, you and Yeji must want something as well."

"We had smoothies!"

"Yeah, but they weren't that filling."

"Excuse me!  Those smoothies were made to-"

"But Yuna, wouldn't you like to grab something else to tie you over?" Chaeryoung asked as she covered Lia's mouth.  "After all, we have only passed five and a half hours of our contracted time, so we still have a rather long day ahead of us."

Yuna sighed.

"Fine.  I'll come in and grab some stuff.  But you assholes better not try anything!"

"Of course."

"I mean, the lawyer said so."

Yuna rolled her eyes as she walked past.  Lia removed Chaeryoung's hand to glare at her as Chaeryoung gave an apologetic smile.  Yuna ordered, refusing to look towards her 'friends' as they waited by the counter for their order before walking back past them.

"You all have fifteen minutes.  After that there is no more entering buildings or leaving the park.  So you better head back right after."

"Yeah sure."

"Of course."

"If you say so."

Yuna huffed before leaving, letting the door close behind them and watching their back.

Just to make sure.

They quickly ducked behind a building before pulling out their phone.

"Yeji, meet me by Green Bean's Coffee House," Yuna commanded as she kept an eye on the exit.

"We're gonna create an ambush."

---

The fifteen minutes ended quickly as Lia still wasn't quite sure which she lamented more: their inevitable return to whatever outlandish activity Yuna had prepared or the fact that everyone critiqued her smoothie expenditure as being inadequate to supporting their dietary needs.

"I still think purchasing food and beverages here was a waste of time and money.  I can guarantee you those smoothies I made had everything needed for a nutritious brunch meal."

"Look, Princess, I don't know when you turned forty, but a smoothie is not a meal.  Also, brunch isn't a thing either."

"It is too!  Chaeryoung, back me up on this!"

"Well, I suppose this all depends on how you define a 'meal.'  For instance, does this meal need to fulfill a certain caloric intake?  Does it require food from all currently recognized food groups?  Does a meal need to have all vitamins and nutrients present and, if so how much of those need-"

Lia groaned.  "You could've just told me you weren't going to-"

SPLASH

"God dammit!"

"You need better aim squi-!"

SPLOOOOSH

"Dammit Ryujin!"

"RYUJIN!!!"

Ryujin rose to her full height as she came face to face with a drenched Lia.  She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Uh… my bad?"

Lia glared at Ryujin before grabbing her by the shoulder of her hoodie and reaching into her backpack.

"H-Hey!  What're you doing?!  I'm on your team-!"

SPLOOOOSH

"Yes!  Take that Ryujin!"

"The plan worked!  Now that we have sewn chaos into their ranks we will be unstoppable!"

SPLASH

"EEEEE!!!"

Chaeryoung huffed as she grimaced at the shattered balloon remains on the pavement.

"I certainly miscalculated that throw."

"Don't think I'm ignoring the fact you hit me Yeji!"

"Shit."

"Come on Yeji!  Maneuver 3593!"

"Uh… and that's-?"

"RUN AWAY!!!"

"Whoa, hold up!"

"Get back here you two!"

The chase began, with Yuna and Yeji rushing through the alleyway to the parking lot as Ryujin, Lia and Chaeryoung gave chase.  Once they made it to the park Yeji and Yuna split, both running in different directions before Ryujin stopped her teammates.

"Hold up."

"What, why?!  They're getting away!"

Chaeryoung paused, tilting her head towards the open field before turning back to Ryujin.

"You suspect they have something planned?"

"I know those assholes do," Ryujin answered roughly.  "They were on their own for, what, forty minutes?  Those two shits would plot something."

Lia gave a groaning sigh before turning back to Ryujin.

"Of course they do!  How're we supposed to get them now?!"

"Don't worry Princess," Ryujin responded with a mischievous smirk.

"I have a plan."

---

Yuna returned to their post at the top of the slide as they looked out again with their binocular fingers.

"Dammit, where are they?!"

"Maybe they went back to Green Bean's."

"No way, I told them no more hiding in buildings."

Yeji released the smoke from her vape as it billowed beside the ever-watchful Yuna.

"I doubt that'd stop Ryujin."

"Yeah, but Chaeryoung's with her, and once you lay down the law Ryujin being a butt breaks the contract."

Yuna hummed in thought.  Sure, Chaeryoung would hold them to the contract, but she also was the best at finding loopholes in-

"Wait! I think I see Ryujin!"

"Really?"  Yeji asked as she rose to look out across the field.  Yuna handed her their imaginary binoculars but Yeji just pushed them away.  Seriously, how badly did the doctor drop them?

"You see her too, right?"

"Oh yeah.  That's definitely her."

"What do you think she's doing?"

"I don't know, but you're gonna give away our position if you keep standing there."

"Oh please, we have the high ground!"  Yuna announced triumphantly.  "And everyone knows that if you have the high ground you automatically win!"

Yeji sighed.  "You know, everyone in Galaxy Wars who had the high ground ended up dying regardless, right?"

"That's not true!  Dark Slayer still lived!"

"Right, my bad.  Because, you know, becoming a cyborg totally overrides the fact that he got his ass-"

"Wait, Ryujin's going back towards the trees!"

Yeji immediately rose back up to look towards where Yuna was looking.

"That fucker's planning something."

"What should we do?"

"I'm thinking," Yeji responded as she thought hard.  It'd be too risky to run through the clearing, leaving them open to an assault and-

"GET DOWN!!!"

"Wah- GYAH!!!"

Yeji pulled Yuna down as water exploded from around them, sprinkling them just lightly.

"Shit, where the hell did that come from?!"

"Where do you think?!  They built a fucking catapult!"

"Are you fucking shitting me?!"

Yuna rose up, as if to verify Yeji's claim only to duck down quickly again with a scream.

"Holy shit!  What do we do?!"

"I'm thinking Yeji yelled back as she peaked around the wall that led to the ladder down the playground.  She scanned the area.  The catapult had to have come from where Ryujin returned to the woods.  How could they get-

Wait a minute!

"Ryujin incoming!"

"What?!"

"Ryujin's rushing this way, we gotta blitz!"

"But- The catapult!"

"If Ryujin's heading this way then Lia and Chaeryoung are likely manning it.  You're faster so you head for it and I'll keep Ryujin off your back."

"Right!"

"Alright, let's do this!"

"HEY ASSHOLES!!!  SEE IF YOU CAN HIT ME!!!!!"

Yuna leapt off the playground as they ran towards the woods with Yeji sneaking out of the playground from behind.  None of them could outrun Yuna and they all knew it, which made them the perfect distraction.  They could dodge the balloons and get past Ryujin, and as long as Yeji did her part, Ryujin wouldn't be able to target Yuna.  It was risky, but it was the best they got.

"RYUJIN!!!"

Yuna gripped a water balloon in each hand as they ran towards Ryujin.  They knew that Chaeryoung and Lia wouldn't risk launching a water balloon if they thought they'd hit Ryujin and Yuna was gonna use that to their advantage.

"I hope you're thirsty Squirt!"

"Nah, I'm better at staying hydrated than that!"

Ryujin launched one of her water balloons as Yuna dodged under it while chucking their own balloon towards Ryujin.  The balloon missed, splashing somewhere way out there as Yuna kept running towards the catapult.  Ryujin immediately turned towards Yuna before-

"Heads up asshat!"

SPLOOOSH

Ryujin got drenched by Yeji's sneak attack as Ryujin whipped her other water balloon forward with the telltale sign of Yeji's scream letting her know she got a hit.  She hurriedly rushed towards the playground as Yeji chucked another water balloon at Ryujin which exploaded against Ryujin's back.  Yeji grabbed another two water balloons from her backpack before giving chase.

Ryujin would rue the day she trolled with Yeji.

Yeji would make sure of it.

---

After a long arduous battle Yeji and Ryujin sat on the bench that ended up being just as drenched as they were.

"Damn Ryujin.  You may not know how to run, but you sure put up a hell of a fight."

"Course I do," Ryujin answered, just as out of breath.  "I'd rather fuck a fucker up than run from them."

Yeji chuckled as she shook her long wet hair.  "Yeah, I think I learned that after you bloodied that one guy's nose."

"Hey, I said I wasn't interested.  I swear, sometimes I think guys can't understand language, they only understand a punch to the face."

"But for real though!"

"You know, you two could've told us you were done balloon fighting."

The two turned, finding three more very drenched individuals as Yeji gave a warm smile.

"We ran out of balloons."

"What took you three so long?"

"Yuna started climbing trees."

"I told you the high ground always wins!"

Lia rolled her eyes as Chaeryoung giggled lightly.

"Well, since we've all depleted our water balloon ammunition, what's next on the agenda?"

"Uh, what else would we do but hang here?!  I call the swings!"

Yuna ran off as no one else bothered chasing them.

"Really?  Our next activity is prancing around the park?"

"Meh, given it's Yuna, it's not surprising."

"Yeah, I don't think they ever stopped being five."

"Yeah…" Lia answered breathily as she watched Yuna jump onto the swing, lying belly flat and making superman poses.  "Though… I can't help but feel a little relieved at that."

"Were you worried Yuna might've grown up without you?"

Lia turned back to Chaeryoung as she looked up at her sheepishly.

"Maybe a little."

Yeji chuckled to her side.  "Don't worry.  I don't think Yuna's growing up for a long time."

"I take mild offense to that.  Yuna is perfectly capable of becoming a fine young adult!"

"Hey!  For our next activity let's play 'Floor is Lava!'  Who wants to bet that I can make it to the playground from the swing?!"

Lia groaned as Yeji laughed.

"Hey, I didn't mean for it to come off as bad.  Yuna's just that kind of personality.  Besides, this way you'll get to live out your childhood for a little bit longer."

Lia hummed.  She wasn't totally on board with Yeji's logic, but she did have a point.  Lia lost most of her adolescent years stewing in shame and self-hate.

…

But…

Maybe she could reclaim some of those years in some way.

She gave a smile before turning back towards Yuna.

"Hey, Yuna!  Wait for me!"

She ran off towards her cousin who had jumped off the swing to greet Lia who hugged them tightly.

"Aw, the cousins are back together!"

Then Lia smacked Yuna's shoulder before running towards the playground as Yuna gave chase.

"Guess the Princess is just as much a kid as the Squirt is."

"I mean, we spent the past two hours having a water balloon war.  I don't think we can claim to be better."

"I agree with Yeji.  Besides, I think maybe they both need this…"

They both watched Chaeryoung who watched the two run around the playground.  There was something in Chaeryoung's gaze.  Something that seemed like… contentment.

"You alright Chae?"

"Mmm…" Chaeryoung hummed affirmatively with her eyes never leaving the playground.  "I'm just… happy."

Yeji couldn't help but smile at Chaeryoung's words.  "It really was a long time since they hung out together, wasn't it?"

"This was eating up Yuna since I first met them," Chaeryoung admitted.  "It's good to see it finally come to a conclusion."

"I bet," Yeji responded with a smile.  "So why are you hanging out here?"

Chaeryoung turned towards Yeji as her smile widened.  She ran off to be quickly tagged by Yuna as the chase started anew.

"They're all a bunch of weirdos."

"They are," Yeji agreed before turning to Ryujin.  "But you love it."

"Psh.  Yeah, you can convince yourself that."

"Please, you're not as big of a hardass as you think you are," Yeji answered with a scoff.  "Just admit you like hanging with us."

"Please, you'd have to break my arm before I'd say that."

"And yet, you're not saying it's not true."

Ryujin scoffed.  That was so like Yeji to say shit like that, but…

…

No…

She wasn't gonna give Yeji that satisfaction.

"So, when you gonna make the Princess your princess?"

"Dude, as if," Ryujin responded with the roll of her head.  "Even if I did like her that way, which I don't, there's no way she'd like me back the same way."

"Who knows?  Maybe she already does."

Ryujin scoffed.  "Yeah, you keep living in your pretend world Yeji.  It'll never happen."

Yeji shrugged.  "Maybe you just haven't given it the opportunity to."

"Yeah, that's ironic coming from you."

"Difference is, I decided not to date right now.  What's your excuse?"

"I don't need an excuse," Ryujin responded as she hugged one of her legs.  "Relationships are just stupid and never work out anyways so why waste the time?"

Yeji tilted her head at the comment as Ryujin kept her gaze fixed ahead.  Yeji must've gotten tired of waiting for Ryujin to look at her since she ended up running off towards the playground leaving Ryujin alone.  Which was perfectly fine by Ryujin.  She was totally fine being alone.

She was used to it.

SMACK

"You're it!"

Ryujin turned her gaze up to see Yuna's wide smile.

"Come on Ryujin, you gotta chase us now!  Like, you do know how to play tag right?"

Ryujin looked from Yuna to Chaeryoung to Lia to Yeji.  This was probably her damned idea.  Yeji was just too big of a busybody to let anything slide.

She gave a smirk.

"I think I forgot the rules.  Can you come closer and explain them to me?"

"Oh fuck no!  I'm not stupid enough to fall for that!"

"Worth a shot."

She swiped at Yuna who dodged out of her reach before running after them towards the playground, joining in the mayhem as she chased after the four before finally tagging Chaeryoung.  It was stupid.  It was childish.

It was more fun than she would ever admit.

She smirked at the thought as she watched Chaeryoung tag Yeji.

And the day wasn't even half over yet.

---

They all sat in front of the television waiting for Yeji who was drying her hair in the bathroom as the remaining four stared at the television screen.

"Whoa! Chester's Laboratory is on Getflix?"

"That's not what we're watching Yuna."

"But ChaaaAAAAeeeEEE~!"

"Oh chill Squirt," Ryujin answered as she sat back on the couch.  "You could've had us watch that twenty minutes ago."

"But I didn't know about it until now!"

"I'm still rather surprised that you're having us watch television for your activity Chaeryoung."

"Why?  Did you think I was going to give a lecture on political science and critical race theory?"

"It wouldn't be the first time."

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes.  "In response to Ryujin's comment, we will be watching Requiem for the American Dream ."

"UGGGGHHHH!!!  Again?!  Thanks a lot Ryujin!"

"No problem Squirt."

"So, I take it we finally decided what we're watching?"

Yeji lightly chuckled as she bounced onto the loveseat spot next to Yuna, leaving a very large empty space between Lia and Ryujin on the couch.

Chaeryoung giggled lightly.  "I think my humor simply fell on distraught ears.  I'm actually torn between The Journey of Kino , Train to Infinity, The Handmaid's Story or Get Away."

"Glad you narrowed it down a little," Yeji responded with a laugh.  "You sure that last one's a good idea?  I don't know if the cousins are ready for it."

"What's that supposed to mean Yeji?!"

"Is it rated R?!  Chaeryoung, what kind of content are you trying to show us?!"

"Get Away is a fantastic horror/thriller movie that addresses how modern neoliberalist views on racism are actually perpetuating white supremacy in our modern society."

"Gotta love those moderates."

"Of course we do!  We got our first black president because of them.  Racism is over now!"

"Yeah.  If only he could've run for a third term."

Yeji laughed before reaching over for Ryujin to give a low-five as Chaeryoung shook her head.

"So, does this mean Get Away gets the vote?"

"Yes!"

"NO!!!"

"Ugh!"

"Wait, Chae, I have an idea!"  Yuna shouted, bouncing in their seat as they raised their hand.

"Come on Yuna.  You had your chance to-"

"Let's watch Crystal Universe!"

Chaeryoung's eyes widened as she watched Yuna direct her pupils towards Lia who looked completely confused at the whole situation.

"Actually... that's not a bad idea."

"Sure, I'm down."

"I mean, I'd like to know what it's about first."

"It's a kid's cartoon, and I promise you'll love it!"  Yuna announced as she looked at Lia.  "Just give it a chance."

Lia sighed before she sat back into her seat.

"...Okay… We'll watch Crystal Universe. "

"Excellent.  I'll get the popcorn started!"

Chaeryoung left the chair as the cartoon intro began with a curly haired brunette boy and three colorful characters running along the beach with him.   It turned out, those three characters were aliens with... geological bases for existence?  She had questions about the geological composition of whatever planet they were from to have the exact same kinds of rocks on their planet as Earth.  Or maybe, they had different names on their home planet and they just adopted those as Earth names?

Ugh, whatever.

She sat back on the couch as she tried to ignore the large space between her and Ryujin just begging to be filled.  Seriously, why didn't someone take the hint that that spot was available!  Sure, she was kind of under the impression Yeji intentionally ignored it, but what about Chaeryoung?  She would have had a much better view of the TV from the center of the couch!  It was the best spot in the room!

She groaned as her eyes flickered towards Yuna and Yeji.  Yuna had curled up into a ball against Yeji's side while Yeji had her arm wrapped lazily around Yuna with her hand playing with Yuna's hair.  That was normal friend behavior, right?  Like, Yuna and Yeji weren't dating, were they?  Friends could… cuddle?

She shook her head fervently.  Get it together Lia!  You start thinking about things like that and before you know it you'll find yourself cuddling up to Ryujin like your drunk mind always seems to tell you to!  And, sure, she had cuddled with Ryujin before, but that didn't mean anything!  They were friends!  Not that she would be able to convince Yeji of that if she caught them.  Curse Yeji for being so dramatic!  She did not have a crush on Ryujin!

Did she?!

Of course not!

"You paying attention Princess?"

"Yes!"

"Cool," Ryujin answered, ignoring the venom in Lia's voice.  "Cuz you might wanna watch this part."

Lia scrunched her face in irritated confusion.  What the hell was Ryujin talking about?

She turned towards the screen as there was a small, light brown character she had never seen before running down a corridor before stopping in an entryway that revealed a reddish brown character.

"Sandstone!"

"Rhyolite!"

They rushed towards each other, embracing each other tightly before the shorter girl broke the embrace.

"Did they hurt you?"

"No, no I'm okay," Sandstone answered as she rested a hand on the other girl's cheek.  "Did they hurt you ?"

Rhyolite chuckled as tears filled her eyes.  "Who cares?!"

"I do!"

She kissed Rhyolite who giggled at the gesture before taking Sandstone back into her arms.  She lifted Sandstone into the air, spinning her gleefully as light enveloped them in their joy.

It had to have been the most magical thing Lia had ever seen.  It was so unfair that Chaeryoung was in charge of the remote!  After all, Lia completely missed how they ended up in a spaceship that was floating above the Earth and who the other two characters they ended up fighting were.  Of course, after the scene of those two girls being so gloriously and unabashedly in love she would've quickly lost interest anyways.

She had never seen anything like that before.

"So?  Did you like it Lia?"

Lia blinked three times before registering that the credits were rolling.

"Wait, that can't be it!  There's gotta be more!"

"Well, yeah there's more," Yeji answered as she got up from the couch to stretch.  "'Course, that's all the time Chaeryoung got for her activity."

"Yeah, at least we got to the end of Season One though.  That's when the good shit starts!"

"Too bad it completely fucks up after season four."

"Hey!  Like, okay, it doesn't do the greatest in dealing with Fuchsia, but it still rocks as a show!"

"Except for the fact Fuchsia getting fucked over completely eliminates the whole point of it."

"I agree with Yeji.  The way they later dealt with Fuchsia is completely contradictory to the overarching theme of the show being that through empathy and understanding one can bridge differences and create healing from conflict."

Yuna whined at the criticism.  "Come on Chae, this show is the gayest show ever!!! "

"Just because I believe they failed in that aspect does not mean I'm taking away the fact that this series was instrumental in advocating for queer representation in children's animated media.  However, that does not mean that it should be immune to criticism on where it's message may have failed."

"And this is why you never watch television with Chaeryoung."

Lia rolled her eyes as she shook her head.  "I honestly don't know what any of you are talking about."

"Of course not," Yeji answered with a smile.  "We're better at not spoiling shit than that."

"But you should continue to watch the rest of the series!  It's soooooo good!  Like, after they return to Earth they MMFPH-!"

"Okay, we're all good about no spoilers except for this kid, so how about we move onto the next activity?"

Ryujin rolled her eyes.  "Let me guess, we're going to the club and getting shit-faced again?"

"Nah, we already did that.  Besides, there's something else I got planned for tonight."

"And that is?"

A mischievous smile formed on Yeji's lips.

"I mean, you did say you'd make a better blonde than I would so…"

Ryujin scoffed as she shook her head and ran a hand through her hair.

"You're fucking shitting me-!"

"To the bath sink!"

"Rahhh!"

"Dude, do you even fucking know what you're doing?!"

"Get ready for a makeover!"

"I hate you all!"

The shouting slowly died down beyond the bathroom door as Lia followed slowly, chuckling at her friends' antics.  They truly were an energetic bunch.

"You coming Chaeryoung?"

"I told Yeji I could order pizza for us.  Go ahead without me, I'll be there soon."

Lia nodded lightly before walking towards the sound of running water and mumbled curses that flowed into the hallway through the doorway.

"You're both so fucking dead after this.  I swear, when I finally get my fucking turn to pick the activity you both better fucking run like the plague's after you."

"Man, who would've thought Ryujin would be so whiny?"

"And, besides, you asked for this."

Ryujin continued to grumble as Lia stepped into the bathroom.

"It seems like things are going well in here."

Ryujin's groan was the loudest sound Lia had ever heard come out of her as Yeji chuckled.  "So far so good.  You wanna join the team or are you just here for the show?"

"Have you ever even dyed your hair Lia?"

Lia rolled her eyes as she sat on the edge of the bathtub.  "Of course not.  You know my parents would never allow that."

"Sheesh, maybe we should do you next."

"Why not now?"

Yeji laughed as she patted Ryujin's shoulder with a wet hand.  "Don't think you're getting out of this that easily.  Besides, you should consider yourself lucky I'm not leaving Yuna to do your hair."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Whatever, we all know you wouldn't let them do this without you.  I swear, this is your way to make up for not playing with dolls when you were younger."

"Oh fuck off Ryujin," Yeji responded as she continued to brush Ryujin's hair.  Yeji had her hair tied back, leaving her shoulder tattoo visible through her cotton camisole.  There were black symbols that Lia had never seen before with a blue butterfly resting on the furthest right character as three flowers surrounded the others.  All the flowers were connected by a green vine-like stem.  The first flower was green and was located near the upper left of the characters with the stem winding down underneath the rest of them.  An orange flower bloomed beneath those characters before the stem wound between and behind the characters to the last pink flower next to the butterfly.  How had Lia never seen this before?

"Have you always had that tattoo on your shoulder?"

"Huh?"  Yeji asked as she instinctively reached back.  "Oh, uh yeah?  I mean, it's not like I was born with it, but, you know.  I mean, it was my first."

"What are the characters?  Do they mean anything?"

"You don't…?" Yeji stopped herself as she kept her focus on working through Ryujin's hair.  "Actually, I guess that makes sense if you're Yuna's cousin."

"Hey, it's not my fault you're like 'the legit Asian' or whatever."

"Oh fuck off, Yuna.  It's not like anything's stopping you from learning Korean."

"Wait, you speak Korean?"

"I mean... I did..." Yeji answered before she sighed.  "I don't know.  I mean, I haven't spoken it in a while and… it's a long story."

"Oh," Lia let drop as she squirmed in her spot.  She had never seen Yeji so somber, it took her by surprise.

"It looks really pretty."

Yeji gave a full chuckle as her smile settled into something nostalgic.

"Thanks.  It was hell to get, but I'm happy with it."

"That's good," Lia responded with a smile.  "Can I ask what it says."

"It's just my name," Yeji answered.  "I always thought it looked really pretty in Korean so… I don't know.  I guess it's just what a twelve-year old gets when they decide to get a tattoo, you know?"

"I… suppose so…."

Yeji busied herself with painting the dye in Ryujin's hair as her client rolled her eyes.

"So Princess, what's your first tattoo gonna look like?"

"What?!"

"Oh, yeah!  Come on Lia, you've gotta have some ideas!  I think I'll get wings on my shoulder blades."

"Of course you would Yuna.  You were always basic."

"Excuse me?!  I'm not the one who decided to be the girl with the dragon tattoo!"

"Hey, don't be jealous that my tats are killer.  You just don't have any imagination."

"That's not true!"

"Pizza's here."

"Sweet!"

"Wait, Yuna!  Where are you going?!"

"Sorry, but… food!"

She busted out of the bathroom as Yeji rolled her eyes.

"Looks like Santa's little sweatshop elf went on strike."

"Whatever, we have an open door policy here anyways."

"Don't act all defensive now."

"Oh fuck off Ryujin."

Yeji giggled as Ryujin lightly chuckled with Lia watching from the side.  She never realized it before, maybe because of how much they antagonized each other, but the two of them actually seemed incredibly close.  Like the walls Ryujin built for herself were just a few bricks shorter when she was with Yeji.  Lia couldn't help but feel a little….

Jealous?

No!

"Alright, the dye should be set.  Now remember, use a dry shampoo when you wash your hair so that you can keep the color in."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Mom."

Yeji laughed and smacked Ryujin's shoulder as they exited the bathroom with Yeji calling back.

"Yo, Lia?  You coming?"

"...Yes…"

She sighed.  Why was she getting so worked up over it?  Ryujin and Yeji were allowed to be friends.  Besides, Yeji had Noemi to contend with so Lia didn't have anything to worry about.

Not that she would have anything to worry about even if Yeji wasn't talking to Noemi.  After all, it's not like she had any interest in anything around Ryujin.

No, she had no feelings towards her whatsoever.

"Lia?!"

"Yes, yes!  I'm coming!"

She shoved herself off the bathtub edge before heading back to the kitchen to join in on pizza and beverages as dinner quickly turned into a round of party games.  Yeji was the uncontested winner for just about every game though Yuna was close competition with Ryujin doing decently well.  Lia was completely at a loss as Chaeryoung joined in with objective indifference.  They decided it'd be best not to drink too much since they still had to do whatever Ryujin's activity was, but that didn't stop most of them from sneaking some booze.  Overall, they all came out of Yeji's activity slightly buzzed and Ryujin came out fully blonde.

"You see, I told you I could make it work for you."

"Eh, I just pull off anything, you had nothing to do with it."

Yeji pushed Ryujin as they both laughed before Chaeryoung interjected.

"Well Ryujin, it looks like it's your turn to lead the activity."

"Alright, to the roof losers."

Yeji rolled her eyes.  "That would be where we go next."

"Yep, here, grab these and let's go."

They grabbed the backpacks Ryujin had prepacked before climbing up the fire escape to get to the roof where they opened up the bags to find blankets.  They spread out the blankets to sit on picnic-style as they waited for Ryujin to finally open her bag.  She laid out the contents: five fondue forks she borrowed from Chaeryoung, two bags of marshmallows, four king size Hershey's bars, a box of Graham crackers and a lighter for each of them.

"What just a lighter?"  Yeji responded with a chuckle.  "I thought you'd steal the blowtorch from your 'mom's' vanity."

"Please, that fucker would fry my ass if I was sneaking their shit."

"Dude, your mom has a blowtorch!  That's so fucking awesome!  I want to meet her!"

"No you don't.  Trust me, the day you meet the fuckers I live with is the day they teach me how to hide a body."

"Holy fuck really?!  Are your parents in the mafia?!  Does your mom use the blowtorch to fight off people who try to rob you?!"

"If I say 'yes' will you stop asking stupid-ass questions?"

"Okay, okay," Yuna responded with a giggle as she lit a marshmallow on fire.  "I'll find out soon enough anyways."

"Psh, in your dreams."

They passed along the marshmallows, lighters, chocolates and Graham crackers as they all hung out under the dark night sky.  They struggled to keep the conversation going, with being up for so long and having a lot of their earlier activities being physically demanding.  Of course, Ryujin neglected to pack coffee, which turned into everyone falling asleep except for her and Lia.

"So, does your mom really keeps a blow torch in her vanity?"

"Eh, somewhere around there," Ryujin answered as she pulled out a cigarette to smoke.  "They're weird."

"I can only imagine," Lia answered with a smile.  "Is that why you don't want Yuna knowing where you live?"

Ryujin laughed heartily at that comment.

"Nah, I just… I don't know.  It might not be a big deal, it's just...  I don't know."

"What don't you know?"

Ryujin exhaled the smoke on her breath before turning her gaze towards Lia.  She turned away again just to rub her neck.

"I don't know.  I think I'm still getting used to everyone a little."

"I suppose that makes sense," Lia answered with a nod.

"Besides, Yuna being Yuna would probably drive those geezers crazy."

"Yeah, Yuna's had a way of making themself memorable," Lia answered with a laugh.  "How long have you known them for?"

"Only a few months," Ryujin answered, taking another drag of her cigarette.  "Yeji introduced me to them who introduced me to Chae."

Lia hummed as she looked over her cousin who was snuggled close to Chaeryoung.

"There's something between those two, isn't there?"

Ryujin scratched the back of her head as her face scrunched.  "I mean, yeah, they've got… history, I guess.  I mean, it was before I knew them and I didn't think it was worth it to pry."

"I see…" Lia answered as she nodded her head.  "By the way, um, is it okay if I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

Lia inhaled deeply before she let her breath out again.

"What was that joke about 'girls being pan abusers?'"

"Huh?  Oh, uh, well, Yeji identifies as pan."

"Okay... but... what does that mean?"

Ryujin hummed as she scratched the back of her head.

"Uh, I mean, I guess it's like, you're down to be down with anyone regardless of whatever gender or whatever they may be.  I mean, like, you'll just date anyone you find that you like or... something.  I mean, that's kinda how I understand it at least."

"And that's different from being bi?"

"I mean, I guess not," Ryujin answered awkwardly.  "I don't know.  I started identifying as bi before I heard of pan and that just... kinda felt like it fit me."

"Okay… I think I get it."

Ryujin exhaled the smoke on her breath in a huff.  "Honestly, why didn't you ask Yeji while she was still awake?"

"Honestly…" Lia turned towards Yeji who's outstretched arm was acting as a pillow for Yuna and Chaeryoung.

"Yeji kinda scares me."

Ryujin laughed as she nearly gagged on the smoke she was exhaling.

"Seriously?  What's so scary about Yeji?"

"I just- I don't know!"  Lia squeaked as heat rushed to her face.  "She's just meddlesome and nosy and- and-"

"And you're the baby queer?"

"I… what?!"

Ryujin laughed again as she shook her head.  "Sorry.  It's just that term where you're kinda out.  Or something like that.  Like, you're in the doorway of the closet where people know but you're not totally chill with your identity yet."

Lia moved to retort as her eyes wandered through every statement she could make in objection to Ryujin's point, but instead she could only sigh.

"I… suppose that is actually accurate."

"And hey, no shame.  We were all there once at some point," Ryujin assured as she blew the smoke off her breath.  "Besides, it's not like you were wrong about Yeji.  She is meddlesome, and a bit more headstrong than she should be given she's a nosy little fucker, but she's also the first person you want to talk to whenever shit goes down.  Trust me, Chaeryoung will tell you what you need to know, but Yeji will tell you what you need to hear."

Lia tilted her head as she turned back to Yeji.  Somehow, despite how little she knew about Yeji, she had already grown to be one of her greatest supports as well as one of her greatest nuisances.  She couldn't help but smile at the dichotomy.

"That actually makes a lot of sense."

"Yeah, Yeji's always ready to be there for you, even if it's not in the best way.  But she'll listen if you set boundaries.  She just likes to be a brat too."

Lia couldn't help but let a light chuckle escape her.  "And last night was one of those moments I take it."

"Hm?  Oh, that," Ryujin acknowledged as she gave a shrug.  "I mean, yeah.  Yeji's always confronting people about issues like that, regardless of whether she should or shouldn't.  We all know she cares though."

"Yeah," Lia answered as her gaze moved towards her cousin who scooted closer to Chaeryoung.  "I'm glad my cousin found all of you."

Ryujin gave a shrug.  "Chaeryoung and Yeji are the real friends.  I just kinda hang."

"You're such a liar Ryujin," Lia answered with a smile.  "I know you care just as much as they do."

"I…"  Ryujin scratched the back of her head as her face scrunched in uncertainty.  Since when did Ryujin seem so bashful?

"I really don't do much.  Don't think too much on it."

"Alright," Lia responded with a small smile.  "I'm still going to thank you for it."

Ryujin turned away with a drag of her cigarette.  Did Lia just see her blush?!  No way!  Ryujin doesn't get flustered!  She just imagined it!

Did she?

"It's whatever," Ryujin answered back as her cigarette smoke surrounded her.  She looked so distant beyond the grey screen.  Like Ryujin was miles away from Lia instead of only a couple of inches.  Like Ryujin was just an image created by the smog instead of having a physical form beyond it.

Lia couldn't help but be worried Ryujin wouldn't be there when the smoke cleared.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

Lia blinked as she noticed her fingers were hovering right before Ryujin's face.  Heat immediately rushed to her cheeks as she retracted her hand quickly.

"N-nothing!  I'm just tired!  I'm going to go to sleep!"

"Sure thing Princess."

Lia curled herself into a ball facing away from Ryujin as she held herself tighter.  What was that?!  Why did she care so much about Ryujin?!

Did she care?

Every taunt Yeji had poked at her ran through her mind as she clenched her eyes tight.

She didn't have a crush on Ryujin!

She couldn't have a crush on Ryujin.

She clenched the blankets in her fingers as suddenly she was washed over in regret.

She tried it with Aubrey before.  It broke Lia's heart.

And it wrecked Aubrey completely.

And she cared too much to hurt Ryujin the same way she hurt Aubrey.

So instead, she would bury those feelings.  Find a place for them deep down in her heart where they wouldn't be unearthed.  Maybe after high school, but... it couldn't happen now.  Her parents already ruined her first could've-been relationship, and Lia refused to let them do the same thing to Ryujin.  She and Ryujin would just have to stay friends.

And Ryujin would be better off for it.

---

Ryujin exhaled the smoke from her lips as she stared at the dull stars that fought to be seen against the city lights.

Those dumbasses.

She couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.  She knew that Yeji and Yuna wouldn't be to stay up after a few drinks.  They didn't have the drive to stay up twenty-four hours straight and Chaeryoung never had the desire to.  And Lia-

She shot another breath of smoke into the sky.  Honestly, she was surprised that the princess stayed up as long as she did.  Given how prissy she was, Ryujin assumed that Lia would've been the first person knocked out.

Not the first time the princess surprised her, but still.  She almost single-handedly wrecked Ryujin's whole plan for the evening.

Almost.

Ryujin snuffed out her cigarette as she pulled a Sharpie out of her jacket pocket.

These losers were such fucking dumbasses!

She smiled as she snuck her way towards the far end of the friendship line.  Yes, Yeji would be the perfect victim to go first!

Ryujin bit her tongue with a smile as she went to work writing on Yeji's face.  First off, she had to make it known that Yeji was a loser, so that could get written on her forehead.  Oh yeah, she should also draw a toilet on her since that's where her social life's gonna go after Ryujin posts this as Yeji's next profile pic.  Yeah, draw a toilet with a smartphone sticking out of it.  Next, Oh!  Here's a good one!

She drew long thick drool lines from Yeji's mouth that completely decorated her chin.  She really should've given this girl a bib.  That was negligible though since she still could write "SMELLS LIKE FISH" on one cheek and "TASTES LIKE CHICKEN" on the other.  In hindsight, that would make an awesome joke bib, but whatever.

Anyways, that pretty much took care of Yeji, next would be Yuna.

She already knew how she'd do Yuna.  She wrote on one side of Yuna's face 'CUNT SUCKER' as a tongue was drawn from Yuna's mouth to lick the 'C.'  On the other side was 'DICK DESTROYER' where an arm extended out of the 'R' to fire lasers at three penises drawn on Yuna's cheek.  One of them was smoking from getting hit, the poor sod, while one waved the other towards Yuna's mouth with a stick figure arm and a cartoon balloon saying 'IN HERE!'  The last one ran towards their newfound shelter with sweat beads coming off it and more laser fires surrounding it.

Yeah, that would be good for Yuna.  Next is Chaeryoung.

Ryujin gave a smile.  Chaeryoung was too classy for petty perv jokes.  Nah, Chaeryoung gets a top hat on her forehead with the words 'TOP O DA MORNIN.'  She gets all the classic stuff too, like a monocle and door handle mustache with a small beard.  She also drew an Ace of Spades on one of Chaeryoung's cheeks and on the other side wrote 'ACE CADET' with a saluting stick figure in an astronaut's helmet.  That should finish that.

And last but not least was Lia.  The royal princess herself.

Ryujin gave a smile as she started with a princess crown.  She drew a speech bubble coming from Lia's mouth as inside she put 'NOT IN MY CASTLE.'  Ryujin chuckled as she brushed Lia's hair out of the way.  What else should she put?

Her fingers lingered as she stared at Lia's face.  Lia looked so pretty.  How many times was it now that she was left with Lia under the night lights?

Ryujin smiled lightly as she gave a chuckling scoff.

How many of those did Lia even remember?

It had been so long since they were in Los Cielos.  So long that even Ryujin was beginning to consider it a distant memory.

Would things have been different if Lia actually remembered?

Ryujin sighed.

It didn't matter.

Even if Lia remembered… even if Lia cared … it wouldn't have changed the facts.

Ryujin would never be good enough for her.

No matter what Lia told her back then

Ryujin took Lia's hand before writing a message in her palm.  Ryujin didn't deserve those words.  Lia could have them back.

Besides, Lia deserved them more anyways.

Ryujin sighed as she laid back against the rooftop.  "Sweet dreams Princess," she whispered as she lit another cigarette.

 "You deserve the best."

Notes:

Crystal Universe was definitely inspired by the season 1 finale of Steven Universe. I later developed issues with the series, but that moment still remains one of the most important and impactful media moments to my life so I wanted to honor it. Anyways, thanks so much for reading and I look forward to seeing you again soon!

Chapter 13: Not Shy

Notes:

Hey everyone! I just wanted to say that even though it was only two months I super missed doing this fic! I'm so stoked to be bringing this back to you and I apologize for the delay. Anyways, thanks for your continued support and I hope you enjoy the next chapter of The Time of our Lives =)

"Tick tick

tick tick-"

RRRRRRRRR-

Lia covered her ears as she groaned at Yeji's incredibly loud outburst.

"Holy hell Ryujin!!! What's the fuck's wrong with you?!"

RRRRRrrr….

"Guess who won the challenge, asshats."

Yeji groaned as she rubbed one of her eyes with the palm of her hand.

"What time is it?"

"Exactly five.  Which, don't worry, I'm already getting your latest profile pic to save you the trouble.  You're welcome by the way."

Yeji's eyes widened as she saw Ryujin pull out the phone that everyone knew belonged to Yeji as Ryujin scrolled through it casually before the phone flashed.

"Here we go.  What do you think Yeji?  I think Noemi'll be all over you after I post this for ya."

Yeji blinked three times looking at the picture of her face getting the Ryujin makeover before she swiped at the phone.

"You fucking asshole!  Give it back!"

"No way," Ryujin stepped back as she gave a teasing smirk.  "I won, remember?"

"Yeah the fuck right!  Give that back you little shit!"

Yeji jumped up only for Chaeryoung to grab her arm.

"Aw, can Kitty not get me?"

"Fuck off asshole!  Chae let me go!"

"I would rather not.  Although I understand you would like to get back at Ryujin for her antics I don't believe a rooftop is a secure enough location for your typical activities."

"Yeah, stay put Kitty.  Mommy said so."

"Can't you all scream at each other elsewhere?" Lia mumbled as she glared at the group.  "I'm trying to sleep."

"Yeah, listen to your girlfriend and jump off the building, will ya," Yeji responded as she threw a marshmallow at Ryujin.  "Your princess is trying to sleep."

"You know, I was thinking of letting you slide since, I mean, I kinda feel bad that your such a loser, but I may as well go ahead and post this pic now."

"Pfft, you can't do that.  You didn't even win."

"One, ya I did, and two, why would that stop me from posting it anyways?"

"Yeji…"

"You wouldn't-"

"Oh, hey! That was nice of you to save your password and shit on your phone.  Now, I'll just click on your current profile pic and…"

Yeji leapt out of Chaeryoung's grasp as she launched herself at Ryujin.  Ryujin stepped to the side before running to the fire escape, rushing down the side as Yeji chased after her shouting a stream of curses at Ryujin while Chaeryoung ran over to watch with bated breath.  When she saw the two had made it safely to the ground she gave an audible sigh.

"How do those two have so much energy in the morning?" Lia mumbled sleepily.

"I'm certain the morning has nothing to do with it," Chaeryoung assured.  "My theory instead is that those two have an energy reserve specifically for antagonizing each other at any given time of the day."

Lia rolled her eyes as she groaned.

"Unfortunately, that makes sense."

An audible yawn interrupted their conversation as they both turned to see Yuna stretching their arms out before blinking their eyes towards them.

"Hey Chae.  Hey Lia," she looked around noticing that Yeji and Ryujin were both vacant from their make-shift urban campsite.

"What'd I miss?"

"Apparently Ryujin gave us all makeovers last night and decided to use the one she gave Yeji as inspiration for Yeji's next profile picture."

"Damn, I can't believe I slept through all that."

"I can't believe it either," Lia muttered to herself.  Yuna pulled out their phone and began giggling at their reflection, sticking their tongue out to try to match the one Ryujin had drawn on them.

"Yuna, stop doing that."

"Huh? Why?"

It's… it's just inappropriate."

"Pfft, that's nothing new," Yuna responded before lighting up again.  "Hey, do you know where Ryujin left her lighters?"

"I'm giving you a fair warning that your idea is inadvisable."

"I didn't even say anything!"

"Given your prior behavior, our latest conversation and the illustrations Ryujin left on your face I am ninety percent certain that you were going to request a lighter so that you could hold the flame next to your cheek with the phrase 'dick destroyer' while taking a selfie of you trying to lick the phrase 'cunt sucker.'  Which, I reiterate, is inadvisable."

"Ugh, fine!  I'll just wait till I get a hold of Ryujin's switchblade before I do it," Yuna answered with a growing smile.  "Then you could use that to shave."

Chaeryoung giggled lightly.  "I suppose I could, however, with it being my body I may exercise my right to choose not to shave."

Yuna gave a full laugh as she leaned towards where Chaeryoung was sitting.  "Holy shit Chae!  I didn't think growing facial hair was a fantasy of yours!"

"To be frank, I had never considered that either.  However, now that I have it, I do believe that it will give my concentration expressions more of a dramatic flair, don't you agree?"

Yuna laughed hard as Chaeryoung posed with her chin resting in her hand as her gaze looked up thoughtfully.

"Hold it there Chae!  I gotta get a picture of you!"

Yuna rushed up from the blankets as Lia groaned.

"I can't believe we all hang out with that delinquent."

Yuna rolled their eyes before turning back to Lia.  "Well, if it makes you feel any better, Ryujin went easy on you.  So easy that I'm certain she likes you."

"She does not!"

"Lia and Ryujin sitting in a tree!  K-I-S-S-I-N-!"

Lia threw a pillow at Yuna who just laughed at the attack.

"Hey, come on.  It's okay to admit you're crushing on Ryujin.  Besides, it's super obvious you're both way into each other."

"That's not true!"  Lia shouted as her fists clenched.  "There is nothing going on between me and Ryujin!  Nothing!"

"Yeesh, suit yourself," Yuna responded with a roll of their eyes before turning back to photographing Chaeryoung.  Lia sighed, deciding it was probably time for her to witness the damage Ryujin had done to her face during the night.  She reached for her phone and began unlocking the screen before noticing there was writing scrawled on the palm of her hand.  She set her phone aside as she focused on what was written in her palm, staring harshly at the words as her eyes failed to be removed from their presence.

You deserve someone who cares about you as much as you care about everyone else.

"WAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

"Nothing!  I did nothing!"

"I take it you stumbled onto something in the wondrous world of the web."

"Damn straight Chae!"  Yuna announced as their face remained glued to their phone screen.  "Check this out!  The Pretty Pebbles Pastries Shop is hosting a paintball competition tomorrow in the Stoneridge Flatlands!  And, guess what?  The winner gets a lifetime supply of pastries!  I gotta summon the troops!"

"Don't you think that's a little too close to our latest adventures?  We should take today and tomorrow to rest and recover from the very full day we had yesterday."

"Yeah, but it's lifetime pastries!"  Yuna shouted as they pouted at Chaeryoung.  "Besides, summer's so close to ending that we need to make the most of what little we have left!  Right Lia?!"

"I.. uh… of course!"

"See! Lia's on my side with this!"

Chaeryoung hummed as she looked at Lia who suddenly looked incredibly nervous under her gaze.  Something was off with her, but Chaeryoung decided that prodding likely wasn't going to get far with Lia in her current state.  Instead she shrugged.

"I suppose if everyone is on board then I have no reason to oppose.  I do suggest we go to bed early tonight though so that we do not fully exhaust ourselves."

"Agreed!  A well rested soldier is a soldier you can count on to fuck some bitches up in a paintball competition!  I'll send out the message!"

"And we all should clean up the mess we left here," Chaeryoung responded as she began to fold the blankets.  "Seems like we have more adventures ahead of us, doesn't it Lia?"

"Huh? Uh, yes!  It certainly does!"  Lia answered with a nervous laugh as Chaeryoung gave her a gentle smile before continuing to clean up.

"Lia, are you okay?"

"Yes!"  Lia squeaked as she got to her feet.  "I just… I just remembered that I told Mrs. Stuart I would be back at the house by now!"

"At 5:30 in the morning?"

"My morning routine is very important!"

"But what about the marker?"

"I'll wash it on the way!"

"Lia!"

"I'll be in touch everyone!  Have a good day!  Bye!"

She rushed down the ladders as quickly as she could before she turned her gaze back to her hand.  The message was still there.  No matter how many times she looked away those words remained like a a message engraved in stone.

You deserve someone who cares about you as much as you care about everyone else.

Lia sighed as she let her hand drop.

That was Ryujin.  That had to be Ryujin.  Ryujin was the last one asleep and it was the same marker as what was used to write on all of their faces and-

Why would Ryujin write something like that?!

Her head suddenly swam with thoughts, memories and Yuna's obnoxious singing.

Could Ryujin really-?

NO!!!

Ryujin couldn't like her! They were too different!  They were at each other's throats almost every time they spoke to each other!  Ryujin couldn't like her!

And if she did-

…

She released a sigh as she shoved her hands in her pockets.

Ryujin didn't like her.

Ryujin couldn't like her.

And if Ryujin did then it was up to Lia to make sure Ryujin knew exactly why she couldn't like her.

Her phone buzzed as she reached for it and read the message.

 

FROM: Dat Queer Kid

husy hol 2moro @ 1

c u there ;)

 

Lia sighed as she put her phone back.  If she was going to keep hanging out with her cousin then it was inevitable she would keep seeing Ryujin, but that was fine.

That was fine.

She'd just… have to set boundaries.

And hopefully not make a fool of herself in whatever activity they were doing next.

---

The next 31 hours went by in a whirlwind for Lia.

She started by practically living in her bathroom sink for the larger part of the morning as she worked to wash the sharpie off her face.  Her cheeks reddened each time she scrubbed which increased her frustration as everytime she scrubbed her face she was taunted with the words that remained on her palm.

They didn't mean anything.

They couldn't mean anything.

It was just another prank by Ryujin.  She was sure of it.

And since she was so sure she wasn't going to think about it, despite the fact that her phone was constantly seized with messages from Yuna giving her Hussey Hole updates.  She eventually turned off her phone, getting back to cooking and piano and anything else she could think of to pass the long summer hours.

Anything to get Ryujin out of her head.

Of course, she couldn't think of a good enough excuse to not be at the Hussey Hole the next day, so she fed Mrs. Stuart the same story that she was spending time with Chaeryoung before arriving at the Hussey Hole and doing whatever she could to be as invisible as possible.  It didn't help that Ryujin seemed to notice she was distancing herself, but, thankfully, she seemed more focused on whatever plans they had for the day.

"I can't believe they're making me wash my face for this shit!"

"Well, have you looked in a mirror recently?"

"YES!!!"

"I do believe the only reason this is an issue is because you have chosen to keep Ryujin's illustrations present for this event."

"You sure it's not just because Yuna's got an ugly face?"

"Fuck you Ryujin!  Your drawings aren't good enough for my face anyways!"

"Says the dumbass who got their Facebook shut down for 'pornographic imagery' two hours after waking up yesterday."

"Which is precisely why we couldn't allow you to post the picture you took of Yeji as her new profile picture."

"Why?  That one was totally innocent."

"Like hell you fucking perverted asshole!"

"What are you so mad about?  Chaeryoung said no one won the bet, though, let's be real, I totally did."

"In your dreams."

"The fact of the matter is we cannot determine a winner since there was no witness to Ryujin's continued presence during the later night hours."

"That should mean she forfeited!"

"It could, but that would be deemed impartial since we did not state that if there was a lack of witness then Ryujin would have failed the contract.  Besides, if she did stay with us despite us not being in a position to testify her presence, she would've actually won, but due to lack of evidence we cannot determine a winner."

"Yeah, I know it's hard being a constant loser Yeji, but…"

"Oh fuck you!"

Lia continued to lean against the bathroom wall, keeping her gaze fixed to the floor with her arms crossed as her friends laughed and joked and were just all around rowdy, as per usual from Lia's perspective.

How Lia wished she would've let herself be a part of it.

But being a part of their rowdy behavior is what got her there in the first place.  It's what led her to a hotel balcony with Ryujin, leading her to the small acts of kindness that Ryujin would make until Lia would find herself gravitating towards her, coming up with whatever menial excuse she could to seek the lone wolf out whenever she'd separated herself from the group.  It led to her wanting to be with Ryujin more and more everyday.

And Lia knew what that meant.

Even if she wasn't ready to admit it, she knew what her feelings for Ryujin were.  She knew what she wished she and Ryujin would be, but she also knew that wasn't a possibility right now.

It would've ended the same as last time.

"Right, Lia?"

Lia blinked a few times before turning towards her friends, all four of them had their eyes on her, waiting expectantly for whatever answer she would give them.

"I suppose if you say so…"

"Hey, where's that attitude coming from cuz?"  Yuna asked as she moved next to Lia and nudged her playfully.  "We're not gonna get a lifetime supply of pastries with an attitude like that!"

Lia rolled her eyes.  "I didn't realize we were planning on robbing a bakery today."

Yeji laughed heartily over Ryujin's light snicker as Yuna pouted.

"Come on Lia!  Have you not been listening?!  I have a way better plan than robbing a place."

"And that is?"

In a whirlwind of events that Lia failed to comprehend she found herself armed with two pistols in hip holsters on her belt as she stared out to a barren flatland surrounded by a crowd of equally armed teenagers.

"PAINTBALL!?!?"

She turned her gaze towards Yuna, focusing whatever ire she could into her glare.

"Why didn't you tell me we were doing paintball?!"

"Hey, I totally did!"

"No you didn't!"

"Um… yeah they did," Yeji interjected gently.  "They mentioned it, like, ten times."

"There's no way that's true."

"Well, actually, Yuna mentioned it nine times if you are truly questioning the accuracy of Yeji's statement," Chaeryoung clarified objectively.  "They mentioned in when we woke up on the roof, when we first got to the Hussey Hole, when they finished dying their hair stating the purpose for dying their hair black was to, and I quote, 'let these fuckers know they mean business-'"

"Okay, I don't care anymore!"

"What's the big deal anyway, princess?  You scared you'll break a nail?"

Lia glared at Ryujin who looked away with an expression as infuriatingly indifferent as her tone.

"I could bring you down if I wanted to."

Ryujin's lip curled in a smirk as she directed it towards Lia.

"That a fact?"

Lia clenched her fists as she stared at Ryujin.

"It's a promise."

Ryujin scoffed as she looked away.  What was with her and her attitude?!

"Hey, why are you two fighting?!  The plan was to-!"

"Hey all paintball players!  Who's ready to win a lifetime supply of brownies, cookies and all things delicious?!"

Yuna immediately halted their thought to cheer loudly as Lia glared at Ryujin who sent a smug smirk her way.

She was gunna take Ryujin down.

"We would like to thank Pretty Pebbles Pastries for partnering with us to run this event!  You know the rules!  Last man standing wins the cake!  Quite literally if I may say so!"

"Anyways, you have twenty minutes before the siren blares to find a good hiding spot and get yourself situated.  Once that horn blares though you better duck for cover."

Lia turned back to Ryujin who raised an eyebrow challengingly.

It was so on.

"Ready, aaaaaand….. GO!"

Lia ran as fast as she could across the barren field.  Her best bet would be to camp in one of the prop building that they had scattered about.  She finally found an empty auto shop building that she rushed into before shutting the door behind her.  She didn't quite know what she was doing, but she was going to do everything in her power to do it right!

Now… how did a paintball gun work?

She pulled the trigger and yelped as the paintball fired right past her face and splattered loudly against the roof.

That would not bode well for her.

TOOMP

She screamed before open firing her paintball gun at the random intruder who immediately groaned at finding themself splattered in pink paint.

"Lucky bitch…"

Lia breathed heavily as the stranger walked through a small side exit in the building.

Did she really just… take out a target?

Her eyes widened as she hopped in place and gave a silent cheer.

She did it.  She did it, she did it!  She totally took down that player no problem!

She gave herself a satisfied smile as she checked her chamber to make sure it still had some paintballs left.  She couldn't risk getting low now.

After all, she had a promise to keep with Ryujin.

---

Ryujin gave a satisfied smirk as she watched the rando exit the auto shop building.

They were a noob anyways.

"Wow! I wonder who got that guy!"

Ryujin rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you go and check?"

"Psh, no way!  I gotta watch your back! After all, one of us has to win that lifetime pastry supply."

"I mean, I wasn't planning on sharing, but that's a nice thought."

Yuna smacked Ryujin's shoulder who snickered lightly.

"Whatever, I know you're full of shit Ryujin."

"Nah, I'm just an asshole."

Yuna rolled their eyes as they turned back to the building.

"So, should we chuck another rock to see if the other player comes out or-?"

Ryujin pushed Yuna to the ground as she hit an intruder in the ribs who cussed at getting hit.  They walked off the field as Ryujin rose slowly before giving Yuna a sly smirk.

"Maybe you could make it if you stayed there the rest of the day."

"Ugh, fuck you Ryujin!  I could've totally handled that!"

"Whatever Squirt," Ryujin responded as Yuna picked themself up and brushed themself off.  They didn't have much time though since Ryujin quickly rushed ahead.

"Hey, where are you going?!  Come back!"

Ryujin continued walking forward as Yuna caught up.

"Slow down Ryujin!  We're supposed to work as a-!"

"SHHHH!" Ryujin shushed harshly as she held her hand up.

"You hear that?"

Yuna paused as they tried to listen.  "I don't hear any-"

VVRRRRR-

"Dude, jump!"

They both dove out of the way as a white van screeched towards them and paintball bullets whizzed past their heads.

"What the hell!"

"Yuna!  Get over here!"

"'Kay!"

Yuna rushed over towards Ryujin, doing a summersault roll past the van as they followed Ryujin towards another western themed building.  They slid into the side entrance.  and rushed towards the prop barrels, hopping into them quickly and closing the lids as they waited patiently.

"Shit, who the fuck brings a car to a paintball game?"

"SHH!"

A figure emerged through the open door as Yuna pulled out their phone to zoom in on the challenger.

"Fuck."

"Who is it?"

Yuna groaned as they struggled to be as quiet as possible.

"It's Brian Mackey."

They watched him to do his round, looking across the building fixtures before giving a hum and exiting the building.  They waited a few minutes before they rose out of the barrels with Ryujin shaking the dust out of her hair.

"Kay, remind me again who that was?"

"He's the asshole that's trying to beat out Chaeryoung for treasurer!  Which means I can almost guarantee you that Parker's driving that shitmobile."

Ryujin nodded slowly before stepping out of her barrel.  "Sounds like rich kid drama."

"It's not just-!  Hey!  Where are you going?!"

"Away from here that's for sure."

"Yeah, but-!  Hey, wait up!"

They chased after Ryujin, exiting the building and following Ryujin across the plains as they caught sight of the van driving away.  Yuna took a picture, sending it to Chaeryoung with an urgent message.

 

To MCLRBLS Strategist:

CAN U BLEEV THIS SHIT!!!

---

Yeji yawned loudly before turning her gaze back attentively through her paintball gun's scope.

"Damn.  Didn't think I'd have to wait so long to get a hit."

"Well, that is a natural consequence of using the strategy called 'camping.'"

Yeji rolled her eyes at the comment.  "At least I'm not gonna get pelted for being on my phone."

"I'm simply researching theories on post-structural feminism as we await the conclusion of this event."

"Psh, reading about white ladies talking about how they're so oppressed because they couldn't own slaves?"

Chaeryoung stared at her lap as her hand lowered with her screen.

"I apologize for bringing it up."

"Hey, what's that about?"  Yeji immediately asked.  "Come on, it was a joke!"

Yeji chuckled awkwardly as Chaeryoung raised an eyebrow at her.

She knew better.

The chuckles died down as Yeji scratched the back of her head before going back to her gun.

"Okay, so maybe my experience with feminists makes me a little touchy about that subject."

"Don't worry, I know that everything done in the name of women's rights wasn't always done in a manner to promote inclusivity.  It's quite unfortunate that so many who advocate for equal rights only wish to be equally privileged to the white man instead of caring about ending oppression."

"You can say that again," Yeji responded as she gave a sigh.  "Say, if you don't mind me asking, what's up with you and-?"

VRRROOO-

"What the-?"

-OOOOOOoooooo

…

-fuuuuuuuck?"

Yeji watched through her scope as a white van tore through the plains, kicking up dust wherever it went.

"That can't be legal.  How much you wanna bet that's Ryujin?"

"Actually," Chaeryoung responded as she showed Yeji the picture Yuna sent her.  "It sounds like this is our true culprit."

Yeji quirked an eyebrow at the picture.

"And that is?"

"His name is Brian Mackey," Chaeryoung answered as she put her phone away.

"Oh, you mean the asshole running for treasurer who thinks cornering girls in dark places is fun?"

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes.

"It wasn't that big a deal."

"Damn straight it wasn't.  Seriously, if he pulled that shit with me he would've lost his teeth."

"I don't condone violence."

Yeji gave a small shrug as she looked back out over the plains.

"Sometimes it's necessary."

Chaeryoung's jaw clenched slightly as she watched the van tear across the desert.

"Anyways, we oughta do something about those fuckfaces if they have a car.  If anything, to keep Yuna from trying to dive onto the van roof and pull some Mission Not Possible shit."

Chaeryoung hummed before she turned a light mischievous smile towards Yeji.

"I may be able to come up with something."

---

What in the world was Lia thinking?!

She ran through the desert as she struggled to keep her balance.

What made her think she could take down Ryujin?!  Ryujin who was the ultimate competitor in Ultra Bust'em Bros.   Ryujin who never cared about competing fairly.

Ryujin who was now driving a giant van her way just to get at her!

Yes!  Lia was quite aware that they didn't get off on the right foot that morning, but wasn't attempted homicide a bit extreme?  After all, it was Ryujin's fault that she was so-!

She rushed into a dilapidated building and leaned against the wall to catch her breath before realizing their was another competitor there.

"Gotcha."

She froze as she thought through what to do.  Behind her was a raving psychopath driving through the flatlands while in front of her was a person who was readying their gun to fire.

This was it.

BLAM

BANGBANGBANG

Gunshots fired around her as she suddenly felt herself getting pulled to the side.  Her heart raced as she felt herself collapse into another body as she heard the tell-tale whines of another contestant being eliminated.  She inhaled deeply, smelling the familiar scent of old cigarette smoke as she looked up to find the daunting figure of Ryujin looking back through the crevices of the wall while holding Lia close to shield her from whatever harm may come.

"You alright princess?"

Heat rose to Lia's cheeks as she immediately grimaced.

"What is wrong with you?!"  Lia shouted as she broke away from Ryujin's shielding embrace.  "Were you trying to kill me?!"

"What are you talking about?  I just saved your ass."

"Is this a set-up?!" Lia continued ranting as her arms flailed wildly in irritation.  "I'm not okay with that Ryujin!  You could've seriously-!"

VROOOO-

The white van sped by once more as Ryujin pulled Lia in another direction, moving behind the building and rushing to use the buildings to confuse their competition.

"What in the-!"

"Just fucking run princess!"

"Hey!  You don't need to be so rude about it!  Hey, are you rolling your eyes at me?!"

Ryujin ignored the comment as she pulled out her phone to track Yeji who had turned on her location share.  They just needed to get past the next building and-

Ryujin slowed down as they came to an open plain.

"Okay, Ryujin, why are stopped here?  Also, who was that in the car?!"

"Two rich fuckers who apparently don't need to worry about vehicular assault charges," Ryujin answered as she reloaded more paint pellets into her gun.

Lia rolled her eyes.  "And we're here because-"

A car suddenly roared into their vision as it noisily drifted in a circle around them.  The window rolled down to reveal Yeji who lifted her sunglasses and gave them a smug smirk.

"Hey lovebirds.  Need a lift?"

"Ugh! Why are you always like that Yeji!"

"Yo Squirt, shotgun's my spot."

"I got here first!"

"How many hits you get?"

Yuna immediately opened their mouth to object but then pouted as they exited the car.

"You're lucky I wasn't taking this competition seriously."

"What's that loser?  I couldn't hear you from the backseat."

"I said fuck you Ryujin."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Ryujin responded with a smug smile as she leaned back in her seat.

"Stop being an ass Ryujin," Yeji responded with the roll of her eyes.  "You hoes ready to blow this joint?"

"Wait, I need to- Wait  what'd you call-?!"

VRROOOOO

Lia screamed as the car roared to life and swerved her into Yuna.

"Yeji!"

"Sorry, can't stop now.  Our target just showed up."

"But none of us have our seatbelts on yet!"

"Then you better hold on tight!"

Lia clutched her seat tightly as Brian leaned out the passenger seat window to fire at their car while Yeji swerved to the side to dodge it.

"Yeji!"

"Pipe down princess," Ryujin muttered as she readied a shot before firing and knocking off the passenger side-view window.

"Nice one Ryujin!"

"Hold on, I still don't understand what's going on!"

"Put simply, our running opponents for student body council have decided to use this opportunity to antagonize us," Chaeryoung stated.  "If you would like a more detailed description with added embellishments, I believe Yuna would be more than happy to oblige."

"PARKER!!!  GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING PUSSY!!!"

Yuna fired a shot at the van that splattered across it's back bumper.

"Don't be shy Yuna.  Let that fucker know how you really feel."

"Shut up Ryujin!  This next one's gonna go right through that asshole's skull."

"Isn't that a bit extreme Yuna?!"

"It's what he deserves!"

They fired another shot that the van swerved out of the way to avoid.  Yeji was able to take the opening to her advantage, driving up alongside the car as Ryujin fired a shot that cracked the driver's seat window.  The van swerved to the left forcing Yeji to break and get back behind, but creating an opening to the right.

"Get ready for some asskicking folx!"

"Already on it!"

Yeji booked forward to get a lead on the van before drifting left to force the van to swerve with it.

"JELLOOO!!!"

"Kya!  Yuna!"

"This is why seatbelts are recommended."

"Hey, that's what I was say-! Kya!"

They immediately stopped as the sound of Chaeryoung's seatbelt unclipping was overshadowed by the sound of opening doors.

"Alright time to get this show going!"

"Hells yeah!  Let's kick his ass!"

"Wait!  What are we doing?!  What's going on?!"

"Just get out of the car princess."

"Hey!  What's with that tone!"

"Don't worry Lia.  These things are easier if you just go with them."

They exited the car as Yeji raised her gun.

"Alright shitheads, we got you surrounded!  Come out and take your asswhooping like a man."

Parker looked towards Brian before rolling down his window.

"Hello there ladies.  How are you doing this-"

"Can it asshole!"

"Well, that's rude.  Here I am willing to come to a compromise and-"

"No way!  We're not listening to anything you say until you're out of the car!"

"...Are you serious?"

"I mean, I'm not opposed to dragging you out if that's less hassle for you."

"Ryujin!"

"Alright, alright!  We're coming out!"

"Brian!"

"Parker, I cannot let harm come to my being," Brian explained in a low serious growl.  "Auditions for My Fair Lady begin in two weeks and I cannot risk being in less than optimal condition!"

Parker gave a groan as his whole head rolled with his eyes.

"God, fine!"

The two filed out of the car with their hands in the air as Yuna gave a smug smirk.

"Yeah that's right!"

"Ugh, you're such a plebian."

"Parker, I think it would be best to not anger the armed people."

"Quiet Brian!"  Parker barked before he turned to glare at Chaeryoung.  "I'm sorely disappointed in you Chaeryoung Lee.  I didn't think you'd stoop yourself so low as to consort to physical violence."

"What violence is being done?  We all consented to engaging in the paintball competition and we haven't actually done anything outside the purview of their regulations."

"Of course," Parker scoffed.  "And how do you justify your current presence with Julia Choi when you had assured me that you had no relationship with her?"

"As you recall, I made that statement approximately eight weeks ago," Chaeryoung stated confidently.  "At that moment, my statement was true that I had spent as much time, if not more time, with you than with Lia, however I make no claim that my prior statement would continue to be true now."

"If you say so.  However, I do have to wonder: Do you truly think that Julia has a chance in the polls?"

"Fuck off shithead!  Lia's so gonna kick your ass in those polls!"

"Why aren't we just firing at them yet?"

"No!  Please!  If I get a single blemish on my visage my chances of getting the role of Professor Higgins will be gone!"

"And we can engage in a civil conversation with each other, right Julia?"

Lia clutched her gun slightly tighter as Parker gave a smug smirk.

"Politics does have a way of bringing out your darkest secrets.  Not that what happened with you is much of a secret, but… do you truly wish to go through that drama again?"

Lia's hands clenched as she tried to keep her face as neutral as possible.

Of course that'd come up.

"Honestly, I'm surprised that anyone bothers to trust you after what you did to-"

BLAM

"AAAAAHHHHHH!  Don't hit me!"

Brian screamed as Parker growled, holding the spot at his rib where he was shot.

"What are you doing?!"

"You dumbasses are wasting my time," Ryujin stated evenly as she raised her rifle.

"You dare-!"

"Yep.  Say cheese."

"WAIT!!!  We can make you an offer!"

"I don't know, I kinda agree with Ryujin here," Yeji stated with a mischievous smile.  "You two are full of shit, so we may as well get this moving forward."

"We'll give you the truck!"

"So?"

"Finger's slipping."

"It has the lifetime supply of pastries in it!"

"WAIT!!! STOP EVERYTHING, WE HAVE TO AGREE TO THOSE TERMS!!!"

"Oh, come on Yuna, don't tell me you believe their shit."

BLAM

"Gyah!  We weren't doing anything!"

"I warned you my finger was slipping."

"Ugh, look, just take the truck."

"Why?  What the fuck do we get for-?"

WEEEEEEOOOOOOO

Sirens blared in the background as black cars swerved into the scene to surround the teenagers.

"Shit, did we get the secret service on us?!"

"No," Parker answered with a smug smile.  "Just my father's security."

"Alright ladies!  Place your guns on the ground nice and slow and come peacefully."

BLAM

Parker groaned as he went down with one of his legs being shot at.

"Hey!  Come on, arrest her!"

"Hey, I'm being peaceful," Ryujin answered with a smirk as her paintball gun clattered to the ground.  "The trigger just went off when I dropped the gun."

"Come on, don't give up, we can take them!"

"I would advise against that."

"Yeah, unlike you Yuna, the rest of us don't have a strange obsession with getting tazed."

"What?!  Yuna!  What'd you do?!"

"I didn't do anything!  I'm just curious to know what getting tazed is like!  Is that so wrong?!"

"Yeah and Yuna could probably use the electrocompulsive therapy anyways."

"Fuck you Ryujin!"

"Hey!  You in the middle!  Drop your gun!"

"Alright!  I'm doing it!  Sheesh!"

Yuna's gun fired as they threw it to the ground, hitting Parker in the shoulder as he groaned.

"What are you idiots doing?!"

"Quiet kid, we're doing our job."

"Ha!"

"And don't be too cocky," the officer stated as they approached Yuna.

"You're all gonna be in big trouble after this."

---

Well, big trouble wasn't as terrible as Lia would've imagined it being.

After security had carted them to the front desk Chaeryoung asked to speak with the manager and demanded a meeting.  Apparently, she had read the contracts and waivers, unlike every other teenager that decided to play paintball, and stated that there was nothing in the rulebook that stated the use of vehicles were not allowed.  The manager tried to explain that an unlicensed driver was still illegal and Chaeryoung shot back that as long as they stayed within the limits of a privately owned space it was up to the adults to create the regulations, which brought Chaeryoung back to the point that they failed to put their regulations on vehicular use in the paintball contract meaning that the liability lied on them.  Then she mentioned that if they didn't believe her she would be more than happy to ask her corporate lawyer parents for clarification on the laws surrounding unlicensed driving in a private space.

Needless to say, they all ended up having no legal issues.  Of course, that was apparently the least of Yuna's concerns.

"IT'S NOT FAAAAIIRRR!!!"  Yuna whined as they crashed into the bench seat next to Lia.  "How come we got disqualified for driving a vehicle while the asshat squad had literally nothing happen to them?!"

"Because captain asshat's dad bought out the paintball field to host the pastry competition," Yeji answered bitterly as she crossed her arms.  "You weren't kidding about that guy.  He's a real piece of shit."

"For real!  He's the absolute WOOOOORST!!!"

"Which reminds me, how are you holding up Lia?"

The three of them turned towards Lia who kept her gaze downward.  What if Parker used her past against her?  What if she had to leave school again?

What if he finds out her real feelings for Ryujin?

"Hey."

She turned towards the voice to find Ryujin holding a plate of pastries.

"Oh my god RYUJIN!!! You're the fucking best!"

"I'm sorry I didn't hear that.  Can you say it again Yuna?"

"Fuck you Ryujin," Yuna answered with a laugh as they nudged Ryujin.  They grabbed the pastry plate before digging into the one with green colored sugar specs.  "You're the best."

"Whatever," Ryujin answered with a roll of her eyes.

"Where'd you get these anyways?"

"Found'em"

"Bullshit," Yeji answered as she grabbed the white pastry that was topped with a strawberry.

"Alright, you got me," Ryujin admitted.  "Someone asked me to bring these to you.  They also had a message to go with it."

"Really?!"

"What was it?"

Yeji eyed Ryujin suspiciously as she dropped her head down with a sigh before she turned back to them with a serious expression.

"I'm sorry your such losers you fuckfaces."

They both laughed as Yeji slapped Ryujin's shoulder.  "Fuck you.  You would say something like that."

"Hey, you're the one who asked dumbass."

"I don't believe we were to receive consolation prizes," Chaeryoung stated as she grabbed the blueberry covered pastry for her own.  "I also don't believe that a professional institution would use such language to convey their sympathy for a contest loss."

"You don't know, they could be rebranding or some shit," Ryujin answered with a shrug.  "You gonna have one Princess?"

"Yes!  Lia, you HAVE to have one!"

"And you'd better grab it before Yuna takes it for you."

"Yeji!"

Yeji laughed as Yuna punched her arm while muttering that they had some self-control.  Lia couldn't help but smile at the scene.  Somehow, she felt herself becoming so at ease in their presence, no matter what else was going on in the world.

"I suppose I may as well."

She stood up to grab the mango treat from the plate as she gave a light smile.  Somehow, it didn't surprise her that Ryujin would grab a fruit treat.  Lia had always been more partial to fruit to sugar anyways.

"Thank you."

Ryujin shrugged as she avoided Lia's gaze.  "It's really nothing."

Lia hummed in thought as she turned back to her treat.  It really wasn't nothing.  It was kind and thoughtful and caring and considerate.

It was everything to her.

You deserve someone who cares about you as much as you care about everyone else.

Lia gave a bittersweet smile as she looked down at her treat.

Ryujin deserved that someone.  She deserved the best.

It just broke Lia's heart that that would never be her.

Chapter 14: Don't Give a What

Notes:

Oh man just one more. I just need ONE more kudos before this fic has 100 kudos!!! Why are you tormenting me with this?!?!?! Haha, just kidding. Anyways, I do want to give folx a heads up that things are getting a little darker, but they are pretty mild in this chapter. I will start putting trigger warnings for chapters. I don't think I'll need to do it often but I do have some chapters planned out that will discuss more explicitly some darker topics. Anyways, just wanted to give that warning. In the meantime, just sit back, relax and enjoy the show!

It was another day at the Hussey Hole.

Lia couldn't help but be surprised by how often they had been able to meet there.  This was the fifth day Yuna had summoned them to the Hussey Hole as Lia noted that Yuna was wearing a blue woven bracelet, a baggy graphic t-shirt and baggy cargo shorts.

It was definitely a he-series day for Yuna.

"Ugh, I am sooooooo not ready for summer to be over."

"I feel ya Yuna," Yeji answered with a dramatic sigh.  "You and I really didn't get a break, did we?"

"I'll say!  I just barely got done with summer school!"  Yuna shouted as he slumped back in the recliner.  "Ugh, why does the world hate me so much?!"

"The world doesn't hate you, this is just society's way of teaching us responsibility," Chaeryoung stated casually as she took a sip of her coffee.  "Which reminds me, have you finished reading The Iliad for class?"

"UUUUGGGHHHH, I don't wanna think about SCHOOOOL!!!"

"Pipe down squirt.  There's nothing stopping you from bailing on that shit."

Yuna hummed as he leaned against the armrest towards Ryujin.  "That's easy for you to say.  You don't have to deal with it."

"You don't have to either."

"And aside from that I think you'd really enjoy The Iliad," Chaeryoung calmly interjected.  "After all, I know you'd love to read into Achilles' and Patroclus' relationship as potential lovers."

"Come o-! wait!"  Yuna shouted as he bolted up from the recliner.  "The Iliad has a gay couple in it?"

"Well, Plato stated so.  I suppose if you truly would like to know you can read it for yourself."

"Shit!  Where'd I put that fucker!"

Yuna immediately jumped out of his seat and rushed towards his bedroom, leaving a rocking recliner and a laughing Yeji.

"Damn, you got Yuna so whipped Chae."

Chaeryoung turned to glare at Yeji who continued to laugh until the sight of Chaeryoung caused her laughter to die down.

"Uh… whoa, Chae.  I was just kidding."

Chaeryoung continued to look at Yeji before she turned away with a sigh.  "I know you were.  It's just… It's just been complicated recently."

"More complicated than your feelings for Fanon?"

"I'm still unsure how I should feel about him as a philosophical and political theorist," Chaeryoung responded in an exasperated tone.  "After all, his theories on colonialism provide some of the most insightful discussions on the impact colonialism has had on people of color, however, his theories are also incredibly harmful towards women and specifically against black women…"

Yeji sent a smile to Ryujin who rolled her eyes as Lia watched in distant awe at Chaeryoung lighting up when Yeji asked for Chaeryoung to further explain some of Fanon's ideas.  They all supported each other so much.

And Lia just didn't know what to do anymore.

"Oh shit!"

They all looked towards each other before rushing off the couches and entering the bedroom.  They found Yuna furiously typing into his laptop as they approached slowly.

"Yuna?  Is everything okay?"

"This fucking asshole!"  Yuna shouted as he leaned back in his chair.  "Seriously, what the fuck does he think he's pulling?!"

"Yo Yuna, what's going on?"

"A fucking load of bullshit, that's what!"

"Okay, let's just-" Ryujin pushed herself towards the front to stand next to the computer before her jaw clenched.

"Wait, what is it?!"

PING

Lia looked at her phone as the notification at the top of her screen caused her to pale.

Parker Jones tagged you in a photo.

"Outrageous Homosexuals Wreak Havoc at Paintball Fundraising Event?"

"The article itself is also largely hyperbolized to make us appear as uncaring menaces."  Chaeryoung informed everyone as she quickly scrolled through the 'article.'

"This is so fucking fucked!  Seriously, what's this asshat's damage?!"

"And how'd he get that picture of us?"  Yeji asked as she leaned towards the screen.  "Also, does he not know the term is 'gay?'  Like, seriously, is this guy 80 or something."

"For real!  Ugh, and this whole article is fucking bullshit!  Right Lia?"

They all turned back to Lia who clutched her phone tightly as thoughts streamed through her head.

What was she thinking running for student body president?

What was she thinking, bothering to return to school?!

She will never be able to live down what she did.

And she'd never be able to move past it if she stayed hanging out with-

"This was a mistake…"

Yuna's eyes widened as he watched Lia cautiously.

"Lia?"

She turned her gaze towards the four of them as tears pooled in her eyes.

"...I'm so sorry."

Lia dashed out of the room as Yuna scrambled out of the chair.

"Lia!  Wait!"

He stumbled across the room and rushed out the door as the three watched desperately.

"God, this is so royally fucked!"

"Dicks will be bitches."

"Wait!  Ryujin, where are you going?!"

"Out."

"Ryujin!"

"I'll catch you losers later."

Ryujin gave a backhanded wave, refusing to look at any of them as she left the room.

"God, this is so fucking stupid."

"It is," Chaeryoung answered as she looked at the picture of the five of them in the car, brandishing their paintball guns and cheering loudly.  She took a seat as she logged out of Yuna's profile.

"Which is why I'm going to fix it."

---

She scrambled through the handbag she had 'borrowed' from her mom as she looked to find the 'pretty eyelash maker' that had a name too complicated for her to remember at that age.

"What are you even doing Lia?"

Lia groaned as she furiously opened the mascara cap before brushing it towards her eyelashes, paying minimal attention to the girl who was sitting on the bathroom sink.

"Mom said I'll never get a boyfriend because I don't know how to be pretty," Lia muttered as she finally got a small coating of mascara on her eyelashes.  "I'll show her though.  I'll get a boyfriend by the end of today."

"Why do you care what your mom says?  It's not like she's ever nice to you."

"I don't care what she says, which is why I'm gonna prove her wrong!"

She continued to furiously work the mascara before she sent a large streak of it scrawling across her eyelid.

"Danggit!"

She rushed towards the paper towels as a hand held her wrist.

"Hey! Hold up Lia, let me help."

The girl jumped off the counter and grabbed a paper towel, wetting it quickly before gingerly applying it to Lia's eye.  Lia watched as she stared at the girl with a half-lidded gaze.  She had long black hair that looked tousled from too much running and was one of the few students with light brown skin that students would make microaggressive comments about it being from her playing around in the dirt too much.

Lia couldn't help but think she looked beautiful.

Her hair always looked like it was brushed by the wind itself and her skin was the color of warmed caramel and always looked smooth to the touch.  But what Lia was sure drew her to becoming friends with the girl was that she was so different from every other girl in the school.  She was adventurous and brash and confident.  Everything Lia was taught that a young girl couldn't be.  But she made it look so incredible as her brows scrunched slightly in concentration and her dark eyes drank in Lia with such a seriousness that made Lia feel cared for.

"You're so pretty Aubrey."

Dammit!

Why did she tell Aubrey that?!  Why did Lia argue with her when she tried to say that she wasn't?!

Why did she lean in when Aubrey leaned towards her?

"Oh my God…"

Tears bled from Lia's eyes as she clutched at her hair.  Didn't she learn her lesson?!  Didn't she cause enough trouble?!

Didn't she hurt Aubrey enough?

Lia took a shaky inhale as she shook her head.

What was she thinking?  Running for president after three and a half years of homeschool.  Trying to get something on her resume so that she wouldn't have to rely on her parents' money.  Trying to spend time with Yuna and his friends?!

She couldn't go back.

"Lia!"

She turned towards the voice before immediately shoving her gaze down.

"Go away Yuna!"

The tears fell down her eyes as she buried her head in her arms and knees.

"I'm not supposed to be talking to you."

There was a pause as the world seemed to go still. No footsteps to be heard or leaves rustling or birds chirping.

The world was empty.

"Okay."

Lia clutched her knees tighter as she bit her lip.  The word tore into her soul and rippled into her mind.

Yuna should've abandoned her long ago.

"You don't need to talk."

Yuna moved to sit next to Lia on the bench as he placed a hand on her back.

"But I'm going to be right here whenever you're ready to."

Lia continued to sob as Yuna rubbed her back.  She didn't deserve him.  She didn't deserve him or any of his friends.

"Yuna?"

"Mmhmm."

Lia shuddered at the hum as she struggled to steady her breathing.

"Why are you here?"

Yuna shrugged his shoulders.  "You're my cousin."

"That's not the point Yuna!"  Lia shouted.  "You know what I did!  You know what happened to Aubrey!"

The sobs returned as she closed back into her sheltered form.

"You know I betrayed her."

Yuna gave a sigh as he continued to softly rub her back.

"I know you wouldn't have if-"

"If what, Yuna?  My parents didn't tell me to do anything!  They sat me down and told me they heard what happened and I told them it was all Aubrey!  There were no threats, no discussions of discipline or anything!  I told them that Aubrey came onto me and I-!"

Lia began to sob as she messily wiped at her tears.

"I told them I couldn't go back to school if Aubrey was still there."

Lia sniffed as she tried to wipe away at the tears that were falling.

"I'm such a terrible person."

"You're not a terrible person."

"But-!"

"Lia, you did a terrible thing," Yuna answered. "That doesn't make you a terrible person."

"Doesn't it though?"  Lia answered with a shake of her head.  "I mean, Aubrey will never forgive me for it."

"And that's Aubrey's decision," Yuna answered matter-of-factly.  "Sometimes, making things right is a waiting game.  Like, you can't force Aubrey to be okay and be willing to talk to you.  She's gotta work through her own shit on how what happened affected her, but that's not gonna happen any quicker by you punishing yourself over it."

"I suppose," Lia answered as she rubbed one of her eyes roughly.  "But what am I suppose to do if I can't make things right?"

"Hell if I know," Yuna responded with a light smile.  "May as well just live while you can and pay that debt when the collector comes."

Lia gave a light giggle as she shook her head.  "How can you be so carefree?"

"Hey, I'm the one doing everything wrong, remember?"  Yuna asked as he leaned back.  "You just kinda... get over it."

"That doesn't sound healthy."

"I mean, maybe…" Yuna answered as he shrugged.  "But I never claimed to be perfect."

"Yeah," Lia answered as she turned away.  "I don't know why I thought I could be."

"Because our parents suck," Yuna answered with a laugh as Lia joined in.

"I do have some critical feedback for them.  I remember Uncle Hyunsik being a terror to visit."

"Yeah man, he always had something to yell about.  'Yuna, you're walking too loudly!  Yuna, your shorts are too long!  Yuna, your shorts aren't long enough!'...  God, I can't wait till I'm eighteen."

"Me neither…" Lia drawled as her gaze moved somewhere far away.

"I just don't know what I should do now."

"Well, what else is there to do?"  Yuna asked as his smile widened.  "You gotta kick Parker's ass!"

Lia gave a light chuckle as she shook her head.

"I don't think I can.  After what he posted on the internet?  I should just pull out of the running before things get any worse."

"No way!  You can't let that asshole win!"  Yuna shouted as he rose to his feet.  "You know that asshole!  He'll make our lives a living Hell if he wins."

"But there's no way I'll be able to win after this."

"You don't know that," Yuna answered softly.  "Like, come on!  Chaeryoung's been treasurer for three years and nobody cares about the fact that she and I-!"

Yuna immediately closed his mouth as Lia's eyes widened.

"Yuna?"

"It's… that she and I hang out!  I mean, come on, I'm out on the internet!"

"But you never use non-feminine pronouns in school... do you?"

"I…" Yuna paused as he scratched the back of his head before sighing.  "Okay, look... it's probably gonna come up anyway at some point, and, I mean, you probably figured this much out but…"

Yuna slumped back onto the bench as Lia waited patiently.

"A while back Chaeryoung and I... tried... dating...  It didn't work out, but… it happened…"

The thought died as Yuna fixated on the floor.  It was so strange to Lia to see her cousin so still.  Yuna was always brimming with energy, that to see him so motionless was numbing.

"What happened between you two?"

"I mean, nothing happened, just… I mean, Chaeryoung realized that after me she didn't like… anyone."

Lia tilted her head.  "What do you mean?"

"I mean, she's aro," Yuna explained slightly forcefully.  "Like, it doesn't matter if you're a boy, a girl, or a queer spaz like me, she's just... not attracted to anyone."

"Oh," Lia dropped as she turned back forward.  She had never considered that there were people out there who didn't experience romantic attraction and, after the way she'd seen Yuna and Chaeryoung behave around each other, she never thought that Chaeryoung would've been that way either.

"That sounds like it would've been hard."

"Yeah…" Yuna drawled before shaking the thought out of his head.  "But, seriously, this isn't about me.  It's about you being alright with running for president no matter what shit Parker pulls."

"That's easy for you to say."

"It is easy for me to say because I dealt with the bullshit part," Yuna answered as he leaned forward.  "Trust me, people don't have any power over you once you stop being afraid of them.  It's just about being alright with being you."

Lia shrunk as she hugged her knees tighter.

"What if I never do?"

"Well, that's what you got friends for.  That way, until you figure out how to be okay with yourself, we're here to remind you that you should be," Yuna stated with an oversized smile.  "Who you are is awesome Lia.  And I'm counting on you to trust me on that."

A small smile graced Lia's lips as she leaned against Yuna's shoulder.

"Thanks Yuna," Lia mumbled.  "I couldn't have asked for a better cousin."

"It's what I'm here for," Yuna answered softly.  "So, you wanna head back?"

Lia hummed as she looked out over the horizon.

"Maybe tomorrow," she answered with a smile.

"Right now, I think I'd rather spend some time catching up with my favorite cousin.

---

Chaeryoung tapped her fingers heavily against the desk as she stared at the screen.

"Parker Jones, you are trying my patience."

"I told you, if you wanna get him removed just report him and say he called you a TERF.  That gets a person's media shut down way fast," Yeji advised as she bit her tongue.  Maybe if she got good enough with Hawko she'd be able to beat Ryujin at Ultra Bust'em Bros .

"As unfortunately true as that is, there is no text related to that in any of his posts that I could utilize as evidence," Chaeryoung answered as she continued to drum her fingers.  "Also, I don't think I could stomach my own behavior if I did something so oppressive."

"Wish everyone else on the internet saw it that way," Yeji answered as she tilted the device to the side and muttered softly at the console.

RRIIII

Chaeryoung's eyes lit up as she immediately answered the video call.

"Hello?"

"Hello there Chaeryoung," Parker answered with a smug smile.  "A wonderful day today isn't it?"

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes as Yeji muttered.

"Self-righteous prick."

"Parker, I would like to request that you take your post of us from the Stoneridge Flatlands down."

"Oh, really?  I don't understand what the issue is with it."

Yeji suppressed her groan as Chaeryoung kept a straight face.

"Given the insidious threats you have made to me and my friends, I find that incredibly difficult to believe."

"What threats?"  Parker asked with a laugh.  "I have never done any such thing."

"If that's the case, then I presume you would have no issues with me posting this audio on the internet as well."

Chaeryoung raised her phone to the screen as she pushed the play button.

"Parker Jones, I know that's you."

Parker's jaw visibly clenched as she continued playing the audio.

"Chaeryoung.  What a pleasure to see you again."

Chaeryoung swallowed during the pause that ensued.

"Cornering a woman in a dark, isolated place is hardly becoming behavior.  I hope you understand my right to defend myself should I find myself threatened."

"True, though the real question is would the school administration see you as being threatened?  After all, it's difficult to prove much with the cameras in this room since they have no audio."

CLICK

Chaeryoung stopped the recording as she turned back to Parker.

"You said you wouldn't use that."

"Correction, I said that if I were to engage in a process to file a complaint against you I couldn't use this audio, however, a social media post would not be considered a formal setting to be seen as evidence for a specific action against you."

She rewound the tape, replaying the moment where Parker discussed how faulty the cameras would be at saving her.

"I do wonder, what were you implying you'd do to me if the school would have difficulty proving I was threatened."

Chaeryoung watched as a vein snuck from Parker's forehead.

"I was defending myself."

"Defending yourself from a girl you outnumbered and are older than by two years?"

"You don't have proof you were outnumbered."

WIRRRWIR-

CLICK

"My name is Brian Mackey, and I will be your opponent in the running for treasurer."

CLICK

Parker's jaw clenched tighter.

"This is blackmail."

"And you've committed defamation of character against three classmates.  Otherwise in the school setting known as relational bullying."

He remained silent as Chaeryoung kept her gaze even.

"This doesn't have to go further.  All I ask is that you take the post down and make a formal apology for defaming the characters of Yuna, Julia and myself, as well as for creating a hostile environment for all the students at school who identify as LGBTQ+.  I will give you one hour, so I expect that up by 1:37."

"You can't be serious."

"You're right, that is an odd time to make a request so I'll give you until 1:30.  Have a good day and I look forward to hearing your apology."

CLICK

Chaeryoung released a sigh as her eyes returned solemnly to the screen.

She just wanted this to end quickly.

"You alright Chae?"

She stared numbly at the screen as her voice came out as little more than a mumble.

"I'm fine."

"Yeah, no you're not," Yeji answered with an empathetic grin.  "That's the tone you get when you're like 'I'm not fine, but being not fine is against programming.  Must.  Reboot.  POOOSH."

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes with a light smile at Yeji's pretend shut down.

"I appreciate that Yeji, however, I assure you I'm fine."

Yeji shrugged.  "Alright, well then I have a question for you."

"What's your query?"

Yeji leaned forward as she suddenly took on a serious expression.

"Why didn't you tell us it was that bad?"

Chaeryoung's eyes immeidately widened before she turned away, pretending to do something on the computer.

"It wasn't."

"Chae, that was sexual harrassment."

"And I told them I wanted no further contact with them without a supervisor present," Chaeryoung responded as she began typing something into the computer only to delete it all.

"That still was shitty."

"It was, but as long as they stop then it cannot be deemed as pervasive, which is a required tenat for a harrassment complaint to be filed."

"Right, I fucking forgot that unless they shove a knife in your neck you can't claim an assault charge."

"Laws were never created to protect the people, but to protect the ideals of a society.  And those ideals are only meant to protect a privileged few."

"Ain't that the truth," Yeji answered casually.  "Still, I guess of all the people I know, you'd be the one I'd expect to file a report."

"I..."

Chaeryoung gave a sigh as she turned back to the computer.

"I'm not sure if I'd want to or not."

"And, I can respect that," Yeji responded.  "Just know that, you know, if you ever decide to I'd support you all the way."

Chaeryoung gave a light smile as she turned back to Yeji.

"Thank you.  I truly appreciate it."

"Anytime Chae," Yeji answered with a smile.  "So, did Captain Fuckface take down his post yet?"

"Unfortunately no," Chaeryoung answred as she turned back to the screen and scrolled slowly through the comments.  With everything going on in her life reading the comments should've been the last thing she cared about, but she couldn't convince herself to look away.

After all, most of them discussed the most pressing thing on her mind.

 

[I can't believe Chaeryoung Lee hangs out with Yuna Shin.  Talk about a waste of potential.]

 

[Seriously!  I don't get why she doesn't find herself a boyfriend and cut Yuna off completely.  Their relationship and history are Chaeryoung's only flaw.]

 

[I don't know, I think they're probably still dating.  Think about it, Yuna interrupts the class to shout as loudly as possible that Chaeryoung dumped her.  I bet you that was jsut an act so that-]

 

"Chae?"

Chaeryoung blinked three times before turning to Yeji.

"Don't bother reading that shit Chae.  Your school's full of fucking assholes."

"I'm not concerned about my classmates," Chaeryoung answered as she turned back to the screen and let the words run across her eyes.

"Chae?"

"Am I being selfish?"

Yeji quirked an eyebrow in response.

"What do you mean? How could you possibly be selfish?"

"You know about Yuna and I."

Yeji shrugged her shoulders as she pulled out a chair to sit with the backrest in front of her.

"So?"

"So is it selfish of me to keep Yuna in my life after… everything…?"

Yeji hummed as she leaned forward on the backrest.

"So that's what's been happening between you and Yuna."

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes.  "I'm surprised you find that surprising."

"Honestly, I'm legit surprised," Yeji responded.  "Like, that was almost a year ago."

"It was, but…" Chaeryoung sighed as she turned back to the computer screen.

"I know he still has feelings for me."

"I mean, sure," Yeji answered as she rolled her eyes.  "But, like, he didn't try anything, right?"

"He… came close," Chaeryoung answered as she let her gaze lower.  "I mean, he stopped himself, but… I have enough experience with him to know he was considering it."

Chaeryoung leaned back as she gave a sigh.

"I just can't help but feel like I'm being cruel to him."

Yeji hummed as she lowered her gaze.

"Have you ever discussed this with Yuna?"

"I assure you, Yuna knows I'm not interested in a relationship."

"I don't mean that," Yeji responded as she sat up.  "I mean, like, boundaries.  Like, I mean, you and Yuna do act pretty intimate at times."

"Intimacy and romance do not necessarily equate to each other."

"I know they aren't the same thing, but there can be a lot of overlap between them.  And I can see that being a little... confusing… especially for Yuna."

Chaeryoung gave a sigh.

"What would you suggest I do?"

"Just, you know, be honest," Yeji answered as she shrugged her shoulders.  "Like, think through what you do with Yuna and be upfront about what you're okay with and what makes you uncomfortable.  It can make things more clear since, let's be real, you and Yuna are like… more than friends, but not really lovers."

"Why do you think we refer to each other as best friends?"

"Oh, so you're who those shitty historians talk about," Yeji answered with a laugh.  "I thought they were just blowing shit out their ass about 'some really good woman friends who go to each others homes, but what they'd do throughout the night remains a complete mystery.'"

Chaeryoung laughed.  "And I would argue that your perception on historians is largely accurate, it's just… I suppose I just see relationships differently and so I engage in them in a different way.  For instance, I also love you and Ryujin and Lia, but I have more familiarity with Yuna.  Because of that, I've become accustomed to the idea that I can turn to him for comfort whenever I need, but…"

Chaeryoung went silent as she stared at the computer screen.

She were so selfish.  She loved the cuddles and comfort that came with 'dating' Yuna, but when it came to their first actual date, it just felt too... intimate .  Suddenly, their relationship felt different and just being with Yuna felt anxiety inducing, despite being comfortable with him her entire life.

Arms wrapped around her from behind as she felt herself being hugged tightly.

"You're really just a giant teddy bear, aren't you?"

Chaeryoung laughed as she sunk back into the embrace.

"I suppose I am," Chaeryoung responded as she relinquished her thoughts.  "I suppose I just enjoy feeling physically close to the ones I care about, but have been convinced by my upbringing that that kind of behavior is only becoming with an intimate other that you have a romantic relationship with."

"Well, no worries," Yeji answered with a chuckle.  "I'm down to give you all the cuddles you want and all the singleness you need."

"Thank you Yeji," Chaeryoung answered with a laugh as she moved her hands up to hold Yeji's arms closer to her.  "You give some amazing guidance."

"Meh, I just know about complicated relationships."

"Regardless, I appreciate the assistance," Chaeryoung stated.  "By the by, do you mind if I ask you something?"

"What's up?"

"How have things been with Noemi?"

Yeji sighed as her hug loosened.

"I'm still… I'm still not sure what to do about that yet."

"What has you hesitating?  You are interested, aren't you?"

"I mean, I am," Yeji answered with a sigh.  "I just… I mean, I'm just not in the place I want to be for that."

"Aren't you worried that she might find someone else if you wait too long?"

"I mean, I don't know," Yeji answered as her gaze dropped.  "Maybe she'd be better off if she did."

They sat in silence for a moment as Chaeryoung's phone 'ping'ed with a notification.

"Looks like Parker updated his post."

"Let's see what this fucker had to say."

They refreshed the page as they scrolled down to the latest Parker status.

 

[I would like to apologize for the last post I had posted.  Apparently, it was considered offensive towards members of the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender community so I have removed it from my post.  I would also like to extend an apology to Chaeryoung Lee, Julia Choi and Yuna Shin for any offense they may have felt at the post.  It was intended to be a joke, though it appears that I may have taken the joke too far.  In response to this incident I will, moving forward, try to be more mindful of my posts.  I appreciate all of your understanding.]

 

Yeji rolled her eyes.

"That is the worst apology I have ever read."

"I've had worse," Chaeryoung responded as she IM'd Parker back with 'It'll do.'  "The point of this wasn't exactly to get a sincere apology.  It would have been a pleasant surprise, but politics is too focused on saving face.  Instead, by forcing him to remove the post and apologize for it, it will make the more moderate of the student base uncertain of his ability to follow through on his beliefs, making him appear a weaker candidate."

"Man, politics are fucked."

"They truly are," Chaeryoung answered as she shut down the laptop.  "In any case, that should conclude this spout of drama.  What shall we do for the rest of the day?"

"Well, RJ's MIA and Yuna said they're taking 'cousin time' for the rest of the day," Yeji answered as she scrolled through her phone.  "So how about we go grab some ice cream?"

"That sounds wonderful," Chaeryoung answered as she rose from her seat.  "After all, I should really treat you for all of your advice today."

"Hey, who said you were paying?!" Yeji shouted.  "Just because I'm broke doesn't mean I can't do nice things for my friends."

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes as she exited the room.

"Regardless, I'm looking forward to the rest of the evening," Chaeryoung answered as a smile graced her face.

"After all, there's no better way to end a day than with a friend."

---

She approached the house as she shook the spray paint can in her hand.

These fuckers thought they could do whatever they wanted.  And, true, society basically let them do whatever they wanted.

But that didn't mean they had to take it.

And she was going to make sure they knew exactly that.

---

Chaeryoung awoke the next morning five minutes before her alarm.

That sneaky little nuisance wouldn't get the best of her.

She smiled at the thought as she manipulated her alarm to remain silent until the next time it would attempt to catch her unawares.

Not that it ever did, but it was nice to give it some hope.

PING

Chaeryoung sighed as she reached over to her phone.  It was too early for Yuna or Ryujin to text her and-

She looked at her phone before her hand clenched momentarily.  She rushed to her closet to get dressed as she texted all her friends before booking out the door with the message on her screen searing into her mind.

 

Direct Message from Parker Jones:

I have you now

---

Yuna paced up and down the room as Chaeryoung stared at the screen with wide eyes.

"Holy fuck!  Like what the fuck is happening?!"

"Parker's post is pretty descriptive on his current affairs."

"But that wasn't fucking us?!  How could he say we fucked up his house?!"

Chaeryoung's eyes were glued to the screen.  A large picture of shattered windows and trampled plants surrounded a very large tag stating 'QUEER NATION RISING' as the caption for the photo stated 'I tried to work with Julia, Chaeryoung and Yuna, but this is how they repaid me.'

How was Chaeryoung supposed to fix this?!

"Come on Chaeryoung!  There's gotta be something you can do!"

"I'm… thinking…"

Yuna groaned.  How was he supposed to help his friends?!  They all usually had a way out of anything, but with Chaeryoung frozen in place, Lia refusing to answer her phone and Yeji at work, the only other person he could rely on was-

The door creaked open as a familiar blonde entered the room.

"'Sup?"

"Oh my God, Ryujin!"  Yuna shouted as he rushed up to the girl.  "You won't believe this, someone fucking trashed Parker's house!"

"Yeah, I did that."

The duo went slack-jawed as they stared at Ryujin.

"Are you fucking shitting me?!  You trashed Parker's place?!"

"You understand that this is going to bode incredibly poorly for us, correct?" Chaeryoung responded with an exasperated tone.

"Seriously Ryujin!  What the fuck were you thinking?!"

"I don't give a fuck"  Ryujin answered as a scowl marred her face.  "Why the hell are you all mad at me for it?  You all hate him anyway."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we can just trash his house!  Do you know what'll happen if people find out that you trashed the place?  You can get in serious trouble!"

"Yeah, because that's what you're worried about."

"Ryujin!"

PING

They all stopped their arguing to turn to the computer as Chaeryoung stared at the screen.

"Does anyone know a Coal Richards?"  Chaeryoung asked as she navigated the page.  "With a spelling of 'C-O-A-L' instead of 'C-O-L-E.'"

"Wait," Yuna responded as he moved closer.  "What about Coal?"

"They just tagged us in their latest post, as well as the whole school."

"God, I swear if this fucker-"

Yuna's mumbles died down as Chaeryoung opened the video application.

 

{Hello there everyone from Greenstone Preparatory Academy.  I wanted to make this video because I have a confession to make.

...

I'm the one who destroyed Parker's house.  For those-}

 

"Fucking shit!"

"Yuna?!"

He ran off, leaving Chaeryoung and Ryujin behind as the video continued to play.

 

{I was sick and tired of being constantly bullied by Parker and Brian!  They have done nothing but ridicule me since I transferred in!  I know this doesn't justify what I did, but I just wanted to apologize.  There were a lot of folks who were affected by my stupid decision, and I hope they can forgive me for this.}

 

Chaeryoung stared wide-eyed at the computer screen as Ryujin leaned closer.

"Who is this kid?"

"I'm not sure," Chaeryoung answered lightly, her eyes never leaving the screen.

"But I think he just saved our campaign."

---

DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING

Open!

DING

You!

DING

Damned!

DING

Door!

BZZZZZZ - {IF IT IS ALRIGHT WITH YOU, CAN YOU PLEASE STOP RINGING THE INTERCOM?}

"Wah!  I'm sorry!"

{THAT'S QUITE ALRIGHT MY DEAR,} the staticy intercom device assured Yuna.  {NOW, WHAT CAN I HELP YOU WITH?}

"Mr. Intercom Thing, you can't punish Coal for vandalizing your house!  It wasn't his fault!"

{IS THAT SO?}  The intercom asked in a moment of sincere curiosity.  {IF HE WASN'T THE ONE WHO BROKE IN AND RAVAGED MY HOUSE, THEN WHY WOULD HE SAY HE DID?  AND, EVEN MORE PERTINENT, WHO IS THE TRUE CULPRIT?}

Yuna released a deep sigh.

"It was me," Yuna answered as he lowered his head.  "I don't know why Coal said he did it, but I'm the one who trashed it."

There was a pause over the intercom, as if trying to see through Yuna's lie.

{COME ON IN.}

The gate opened as Yuna rolled his eyes at the sight.

Damned rich people and their longass driveways.

He gave a sigh before he walked up the long and winding pathway, beyond the large fountain in the center and found himself at the door.

He'd take his apartment stairs any day of the week.

He rang the doorbell as he buttoned up his flannel shirt.  He really should've changed beforehand.  Maybe if he looked cis enough, the Parker daddy might be more forgiving.

He couldn't think of that for long however as the large door opened steadily to a man with slicked back brown hair.

"Right this way my dear.  The master would like to speak with you."

Yuna gave a sigh.  "Right."

He followed the butler through a long maze of winding hallways and exuberant rooms, though he was certain that the only reason he got this impromptu tour was so that he wouldn't be able to find his way back if he decided to run.  The joke will be on them when Yuna climbs up their fucking chimney.

They finally arrived at a double doored entrance.  The butler knocked on the door.

"Master Jones!  Your guest has arrived!"

"Well what are you waiting for?  Bring her in."

"Right away, master."

Yuna gulped as the butler's hand slowly moved towards the door handle.  Just get on with it already!

The door clicked open as Yuna was led into a dark room lit only by a fireplace with a man in a suit sitting on one side of a small coffee table.

Guess escaping through the chimney was out.

"Thank you, Jarvin," the man responded as he rose from his seat to greet the two.  "You may leave."

Yuna looked back at Jarvin who gave a slight bow before walking out the door.

And now he was alone.

"Now, please, come join me and have a seat."

Mr. Jones moved his hand behind Yuna as his other hand directed him to the small coffee table that was very far away from the door.

Yuna took an anxious breath as he stared at the seat.  He reeeeally should've thought this through.  Like, what did he think would happen if he rolled up to Parker's place claiming to have destroyed it?  Well, he didn't expect Parker's dad to be so nice.  Or to have a fire stoked… in a room of the two of them.

Alone.

Yuna sucked in a breath as he wondered silently how thick the walls were and if anybody would be nearby during this time.

What if Parker's dad-?

Gah, NO!

"Look, Mr. Parker's Dad sir," Yuna hurriedly rushed out as he stepped out of the man's reach to face him.  "Look, I truly appreciate your hospitality, generosity and every other 'ity' thing that I can think of that would apply here, but I'm not here for pleasantries and tea.  I'm here because I vandalized your house."

"I understand that," The man answered casually.  "However, that doesn't mean that I shouldn't treat you any differently as I would any other guest."

"I mean, okay, but… like… here?"

Mr. Jones tilted his head at the question before turning back to the fireplace and coffee table.  He paused for a moment, staring at the setting before his face suddenly lit up with realization.

"Ah!  Of course!  I do apologize, I am just so accustomed to hosting all of my guests in this room that I never thought that you may be uncomfortable with it.  Please forgive my oversight."

"It's…" Yuna paused.  He really hosted every guest in his sketchy as hell library?  "A… very nice room… just not where I'd feel okay to talk."

"I appreciate your understanding," he answered quickly, immediately rising back to his full height.  "If I may ask, what would be a location that you would feel most comfortable with?"

"Anywhere near an exit," Yuna answered quickly.  "Though a balcony works too."

"A balcony?"

"I'm pretty good at jumping from tall places."

"We'll do the living room!"  Mr. Jones declared quickly.  "It's right next to the front door so you won't have to worry about long falls should you feel uncomfortable."

"Sounds good to me," Yuna answered, feeling a little relieved.  "Could you lead the way?"

"Certainly.  Come, follow me.  We can chat on our way there."

"Cool…"

Mr. Jones opened the door back to a hallway filled with sunlight seeping through it's windows.

God, Yuna never truly appreciated what a Godsend windows were.

"Now, you say that you destroyed my back patio?"

Yuna shrunk back as his shoulders tensed.

"Yes sir."

"How did you manage to get in?"

"Hey, I told you I'm good at jumping off balconies, didn't I?"  Yuna asked rhetorically.  "Your fence isn't that high."

The man hummed in what Yuna could only interpret as fascination as they made it to a winding staircase.  "Interesting.  Now, what motivated you to commit the crime?"

Yuna gave a deep sigh.

This was it.

"I just… I don't know if you know this sir, but… well... yesterday morning your son Parker posted something on his social media where he tagged me and my friends and called us 'outrageous homosexuals.'  It… I mean… I'm kinda used to people pulling shit like that, but my cousin was sent spiralling into a panic attack and my friend Chaeryoung got super stressed trying to get Parker to take the post down and…" Yuna sighed as he thought about sitting on the park bench with Lia as she was forced to relive the greatest regret of her life.

"It just really hurt the people I care about."

"If you don't mind me asking, when you say Chaeryoung, do you mean Chaeryoung Lee?"

"Huh?  Oh, um, yeah… Why do you ask?"

"Oh, ah no reason," the man answered as he continued to guide Yuna through the house.  "As for that post, I truly must apologize for all harm Parker has caused you and your friends.  Coal mentioned that he had felt similarly to Parker's post."

"Wait, you spoke to Coal?!"  Yuna immediately asked as shock riddled his face.  "Where is he?!  Is he okay?!"

"He's actually here if you would like to see him.  When he claimed responsibility for his actions I mentioned that if he just paid for the damages we could let this all be water under the bridge, but he stated that he couldn't afford to pay for the repairs."

"He… couldn't?"

"Unfortunately not," Mr. Jones answered with a smooth tone.  "Apparently he was only able to attend Greenstone Preparatory Academy through the use of scholarships."

Yuna's eyes widened as he turned his gaze away.

"Oh…"

It was all he could say.  All he could do.  After all, he treated Coal like absolute shit just a couple weeks ago thinking he was just another rich brat in his school.

How was he supposed to make up for it?

"Mr. Jones, I'll pay for all the repairs," Yuna responded.  "After all, it was my fault.  Coal shouldn't be punished for it."

"That would be most appreciated," Mr. Jones answered with a light smile.  "Coal is just beyond here.  Would you like to speak with him?"

Yuna's heart pounded in his chest.  Did he really have a right to face Coal?

"Yes."

Mr. Jones hummed as he opened the door, leading to a patio that was surrounded by broken glass and shattered pottery as the small boy scrubbing the intact wall turned at their arrival before immediately rushing over.

"Good afternoon Mr. Jones, and… Yuna?"

Yuna tensed his arms and looked away.  After the way he treated Coal… God, what did he think he was doing being there?!

"Good day Mr. Richards.  I just wanted to inform you that Miss Shin here admitted to being the true perpetrator of the crime and is paying for all damages rendered so your services are no longer necessary."

"Oh…" Coal answered slightly taken aback.  "Okay then."

"I do apologize for the misunderstanding.  I apologize to both of you," Mr. Jones stated with a slight bow.  "Due to our personal hardships I believed that if I provided Parker everything he desired it could make up for that loss, however, I am now seeing that by doing so I have ignored his flaws in an effort to be supportive.  Please forgive my negligence."

"Oh, uh, no worries!"

"It's fine."

Yuna turned back to Coal who was keeping his gaze fixed on the floor.

Yuna royally fucked up.

"I appreciate both of your understanding," Mr. Jones stated.  "I would also like to ask that, if at any time Parker does anything more to harass you or your friends, please bring it to me directly.  I will not tolerate it and will require that the school withdraw him from the ballot immediately should this behavior persist."

Yuna's eyes widened as he stared at Mr. Jones.

"You mean you'd take our side?!"

"This isn't a matter of taking sides, this is a matter of creating a community that benefits everyone.  Something I believe your friend Chaeryoung has a wonderful podcast on."

"Gah, ah," Yuna scratched the back of his head as he awkwardly chuckled.  "Why do you say that?"

"Hm… perhaps it was presumptuous of me to speak on such a hunch," Mr. Jones stated as he gave a light smile.  "Regardless, if you do find the true 'Judy Lee' please inform her that I've found her podcast truly enlightening, though I still believe riding a baggage carousel is a poor decision."

Yuna gave a light smile as he couldn't suppress his chuckle.

"Yeah, Judy's like that… I'll be sure to let her know."

"Wonderful.  In any case, thank you both for your time.  Please feel free to linger as long as you desire or leave at any time.  You're both free to go."

"Awesome!  Thanks a bunch Mr. Jones!"

Yuna responded, giving a wave before turning back to Coal.

"So Co-!  Hey, wait up!"

Coal's shoulders immediately tensed as Yuna ran up to him.

"Why did you say you vandalized the house?"

"It doesn't matter to you."

He shrugged a shoulder as Yuna watched him walk forward.

"Hey!"

He gave chase again, this time positioning himself in front of Coal.  "Come on, just tell me!  Besides, you didn't need to claim you did, I know you didn't."

"Well, you didn't need to say you did it either!  I'd already said it was me, so why'd you butt in?!"

"Because you've dealt with enough of my dumb bullshit!"

Yuna sighed as he scratched the back of his head.

"Look, when I first met you… I thought you were really cool, but… well… as soon as I saw Parker and Brian there I thought maybe you were in cahoots with them to fuck with me."

Yuna gave a sigh as his shoulders shrugged.

"And I'm really sorry."

Coal released a sigh.

"You know… I thought you were super cool too," he answered with a shrug of his shoulders.  "I mean, I've watched just about every Hip Hop Hussey episode-"

"YOU WATCH MY VIDEOS?!?!?!"

"Yeah," Coal answered with a light smile.  "I mean, I was a casual follower for a while, but then you posted a video that really made me have to support you."

"Really?"  Yuna asked as he thought back.  Which video would've been that impactful?  Sure, Real Life Barbie did pretty well, but Yuna definitely had better ones out there.

"Here, I keep it bookmarked."

He handed Yuna his phone as he watched the screen.

 

{Hey everyone, this is Hussey aaaand… well… this episode is going to be a bit different from my others, but I hope you'll still hear me out.  I just… I've been going through a lot lately.  Like, dealing with a lot and thinking about a lot and… it got me thinking about myself.  So, I kinda met someone who I kinda talked to about this and I started realizing that… well… I'm not really a girl.  At least, I'm not always a girl.  We started talking about gender fluidity and it made so much sense!  Like, so much of my life was thinking 'this isn't me, who thought I was a girl?' before I'd turn around and feel like I was the epitome of womanhood!  And, I mean, I'm not going to be the best at discussing this because I'm still kind of exploring and figuring it out, but when I went to the store dressed super masc and someone referred to me as 'sir' I had the stupidest smile on my face.  Like, so much of my life felt like I could only be visible when I was femme, but being able to be affirmed while masc made me feel like I could actually be present within myself as well.  Anyways, it was probably stupid of me to post this on the internet when I'm not really out but… I guess I just hoped this would make it easier for someone.  For those of you exploring what your gender may be… well… just know you're not alone.  And feel free to comment below, I'd love to hear your stories, questions and expressions because if there's anything a friend of mine has taught me it's that life is better together so we may as well all look out for each other.  Anyways, that should cover my rant.  I thank all of you for all of your support and promise to keep bringing quality content that can bring a smile to your face.  Hussey out.}

 

Yuna sat there with his jaw slack as the video darkened with a replay logo blaring in the front.

"You watched my coming out video…"

"Why wouldn't I?  You were one of my favorite streamers at the time," Coal answered with a small smile that slowly died.  "I didn't think you'd be such a jerk though."

Yuna sighed as his shoulders slumped.

"Look, Coal?  I really deserve that.  Honestly, what I did was stupid and thoughtless and it really hurt you and I'm really truly sorry.  I swear, if there's anything I can do to make it up to you I want to."

Coal stayed silent as he watched the gravel for a moment.

"Really?"

"Of course!  Whatever you need, I gotta make it up to you!"

Coal's lip tightened in thought before he peeked up through his hair.

"Can we… hang out sometime?  I just…" Coal sighed as his tiny frame seemed to shrink further.

"I could really use a friend."

Yuna's heart melted at how small and vulnerable Coal looked in that moment.  He was already so little, but now…

Yuna threw an arm around Coal as he gave his brightest grin.

"Of course Coal!  As a matter of fact, I owe you a dinner!  Pick whatever you want, my parents can afford it!"

Coal chuckled lightly as his hair flew with the shake of his head.  "Thanks Yuna.  Oh and one more thing before we do anything else."

"What's up?"

"I use they-series pronouns," Coal responded as they looked up towards Yuna.  "Just so that you're aware."

Yuna's eyes widened as he grabbed at his hair.

"Wait!  Shit!  Really?!  Since when?!"

"Since before I met you," Coal responded with a light smile.  "I may have forgotten to mention it, though you did forget to ask."

"That's just because… Hey!  Don't walk away from me!  I still have to buy you dinner!"

Yuna rushed up to the laughing Coal as they both exited the property with Yuna sending out a message.

 

To Hussey Hoes:

chilin w/ sum1

wont b bak 2nite

 

From MCLRBLS GRUNT #1:

ooooh does our lil hussey have a d8 ;)

 

Yuna rolled his eyes with a smile.

 

To Hussey Hoes:

like id tel u

 

He began typing as he looked at Coal who was rambling off different restaurants they knew with exaggerated enthusiasm before Yuna gave a smile.

 

To Hussey Hoes:

...but we'l c

Chapter 15: Louder

Notes:

Hey everyone,

I just wanted to start by wishng everyone a happy early Juneteenth. Yesterday President Biden signed the legislation to make Juneteenth a federally recognized holiday. This is a huge event and allows the nation to contend with it's horrendous history of the mass enslavement of black folx, as well as celebrate the end of and incredibly violent and terrible system that subjugated and destroyed the lives of millions. Although this is a huge step there is still a lot more that this nation needs to do. It doesn't surprise me that this announcement is happening one year after the murder of George Floyd sparked national protest and his murderer only became aquitted 10 months later after the murder of Daunte Wright in the same city reignited those protests. Racism is nowhere near over, but at least here we can take steps to contend with how the oppression of balck folx has shaped our nation and our culture, celebrate the changes that have been able to happen, and continue to work towards a country that will support everyone who calls it home.

I hope everyone enjoys their first federally recognized Juneteenth, and thank you all for all of your support in allowing me to share my art and my ideas. Please comment, kudos and most of all enjoy =)

For  a  long  time  I  have  hesitated  to  write  a  book  on  woman.  The  subject  is  irritating, especially  to  women;  and  it  is  not  new.  Enough  ink  has  been  spilled  in  quarrelling  over feminism,  and  perhaps  we  should  say no  more  about  it.  It  is  still  talked  about,  however,  for the  voluminous  nonsense  uttered  during  the  last  century  seems  to  have  done  little  to illuminate  the  problem.  After  all,  is  there  a  problem?  And  if  so,  what  is  it?

Chaeryoung grabbed her pencil as she drew an arrow with a list of words.

Wage Gap

Gender Roles

Sexual Assault

Workplace Representation

DINGDONG

Chaeryoung raised her eyebrows before she set the pencil and book to the side and rushed down the stairs to open the door.

"Hey Chaeryoung!  Ah!"

The girl's enthusiastic greeting was cut short by the rolls of paper under her arm sliding out of her grasp as she stumbled forward to try to catch them.  Chaeryoung giggled as she knelt down to help pick up the posters.

"You're certainly energetic today Lia."

Lia immediately shot her gaze towards Chaeryoung as she gave a sheepish smile.  "Well, how couldn't I be?!  We're finally posting our campaign posters in the school!"

Chaeryoung giggled lightly.  "I appreciate your enthusiasm though I do feel the need to inform you that the true campaign starts when the debates happen.  And those don't even begin until the second semester."

"I know that!"  Lia huffed indignantly as she rose back to her full height.  "I'm just stating that having the posters makes it feel more… real.  As if this is no longer just idle gossip or a wild childish fantasy of mine but it's something I'm actually…"

Her gaze fell lightly as she seemed to be looking at something far away.

"I'm actually running for student body president…"

Chaeryoung smiled at Lia.

"Yes, you really are."

Lia beamed a smile back as a loose chuckle escaped her.  Everything in her life now felt so surreal.  It made everything so much scarier, but also just that much more exciting.

"Let me retrieve my equipment.  I'll be just a moment."

"Of course!"

Lia stayed beaming in the doorway as she waited for Chaeryoung.  She couldn't believe this!  She was campaigning alongside Lee Chaeryoung!

This was going to be the most incredible experience ever!

"I apologize for making you wait."

Chaeryoung strolled back up as she pulled a rickety wagon behind her that was very well organized with scotch tape and poster paper.  Lia stared at it in bewilderment.

"What's this?"

"It's a wagon," Chaeryoung stated matter-of-factly as she gently loaded Lia's posters into the small contraption.

"I can see that," Lia answered as she continued to stare at it.  "What I am struggling to comprehend is its purpose.  Do we truly need this for marketing our campaign?"

"Would you rather carry all of your campaign materials?"

"Of course not," Lia responded with slight indignation.  "I was under the impression that your chauffeur would have a vehicle that we could store our campaign posters in."

"They do, however, it's fantastic weather and the school is only a thirty minute walk so I was planning on making the trip by foot."

"WHAT?!?!" Lia shouted as she followed Chaeryoung who dragged the wagon unfazed.  "But that's so far!"

"It's not so far once you become accustomed to it.  Besides, you did suggest that you meet at my place."

"Well, that was only because- Hey!  Wait for me!"

Lia rushed over to Chaeryoung who smiled softly to herself as they walked the winding pathway that would lead them through the Greenstone suburbs before eventually guiding them to the massive building that expanded across the large green field.

"I told you it wouldn't be too long."

Lia gasped heavily as she steadily climbed the school stairs.

"I never realized how difficult walking could be."

"It does tend to pose a greater challenge when your destination is uphill."

"Ugh."

"It's a good lesson though," Chaeryoung responded as she gently lifted the wagon to carry it up the stairs.  "After all, we have, materially-wise, every privilege that the world could offer us that it's important for us to think of what life would look like without those privileges."

Lia sighed as she stepped back to help Chaeryoung carry the wagon up the stairs.  "But does that really require that we cart this wagon across town?"

"How else would you have proposed getting our campaign materials here?"

"Well…" Lia paused.  She was going to argue that they should've just used a car anyways, but she was certain Chaeryoung would admonish her for failing to see the point of this exercise.

"Nevermind."

They climbed up the stairs and opened the door as a face only familiar from their HD televisions that they would get their morning announcements through approached.

"Good afternoon ladies."

"Good afternoon Principal Carmichael," Chaeryoung and Lia both responded with a slight bow before Chaeryoung continued.  "Thank you again for allowing Julia and myself access to the building."

"Well of course!  After all, being a student body officer is a very important duty.  It's good to see you both taking this so seriously.  Especially you Miss Lee. I'm surprised to see you keeping your vigil in this race, considering what we'll be discussing about your future tomorrow."

"Considering the future is quite an ordeal," Chaeryoung answered with a light smile.  "However, it would be a waste to pull out of the running because of what may come.  After all, the future is never set in stone."

"Very true, however with your intellect, you're certain to have an incredibly bright future.  A future that may begin sooner than you think."

"Perhaps," Chaeryoung answered a bit forcibly as her smile began to wane.  "I suppose we'll find out soon enough."

"I suppose we shall," Principal Carmichael responded with a smile that Lia wasn't sure if it spelled excitement or mischief.  "In any case, you are free to place your campaign posters on any bare wall.  Please speak with Mr. Foster if you need to borrow anything from the custodian's closet and be sure to inform him once you leave.  I hope you have a good rest of your evening and I shall see you, Miss Lee, tomorrow."

"So you shall."

He gave a light hum and a nod before exiting the school building as Chaeryoung gave the quietest sigh of relief that Lia had chanced to hear.

"Chaeryoung?"

"Yes?  Ready to start the campaign in earnest?"

Lia swallowed lightly.  Chaeryoung's features changed back into their warm calmness that made Lia half wonder if she had imagined Chaeryoung's unspoken distress.

"Of course," Lia answered quickly.  "Lead the way."

Chaeryoung's lip curled just that much more, though whether it was in thought or in amusement Lia wasn't certain.

"With pleasure.  I know there are some spaces towards the middle school wing that should be optimal, however I do not have much familiarity with the high school wing."

"I can help with that when we get to it," Lia stated as she fell behind Chaeryoung.  Was it okay that she wasn't sure how to engage Chaeryoung?  Would she be too forward if she-?

"Penny for your thoughts Lia?"

Lia's eyes immediately widened before she played with a strand of her hair as she lowered her gaze.  How did Chaeryoung do that?

"I… it was nothing," Lia responded shyly.  "It was just a curiosity."

"Wondering what Principal Carmichael was insinuating when he spoke of my future?"

Heat rushed to Lia's cheeks as she hunched her shoulders slightly.

"I suppose a little."

Chaeryoung's posture remained perfect, as if she had already forseen this conversation and knew exactly how their dialogue would unfold.

"My parents have arranged a meeting with Principal Carmichael about moving me ahead a few grades."

"Really?!" Lia asked flabbergasted as she hurried to catch up to Chaeryoung.  "How many?"

"Undetermined at this point," Chaeryoung responded with a light tilt of her head.  "They'll determine the best course of action after the meeting."

"Oh," Lia answered softly as Chaeryoung began pulling out the tape, placing a poster of her next to the principal's office.  "How are you feeling about it?"

Chaeryoung froze for a moment before pressing the tape more firmly against the bricks.

"Honestly?... I'm not sure."

She continued scoping the walls for more places to hang posters.

"Perhaps whatever happens will be for the best."

---

It was a long walk heading towards the Hussey Hole after that conversation.  Chaeryoung seemed content to remain quiet for the rest of their adventure and Lia didn't want to come off as being nosy so they finished up the rest of their poster hanging excursion in silence.  After they had finished Chaeryoung thanked Lia for her company as well as her assistance and stated that she needed to return the wagon back home.  Lia asked about the Hussey Hole, but Chaeryoung stated that she wouldn't make it that night and that Lia should go ahead without her.  She couldn't help but escort Chaeryoung back home, it was only the polite thing to do, but the walk there was just as quiet as her walk to the Hussey Hole which made both feel excruciatingly long, giving her mind ample time to wander to all sorts of places before she finally opened the door.

"Lia!" Yuna shouted as he bounced towards the door to hug his cousin quickly.  "Where's Chaeryoung?"

"She told me she wouldn't be able to make it," Lia answered with a sheepish gaze.  "I hope you aren't disappointed."

"What?!  No way!  I mean, I got you here, right?" Yuna answered with an awkward chuckle as he scratched the back of his head.  "Aaaaanyways, come on in and take a load off."

"Glad you could make it Lia!"  Yeji greeted cheerily as Yuna bounced back to the recliner.  With Yuna occupying the recliner, the only spaces open were the seat next to Yeji and-

Scratch that, she was sitting with Yeji.

"Aw, did the lil' cousin miss me?"

Lia glared lightly at Yeji who simply laughed.

"No one misses you Yeji.  She just feels bad for you."

"Tell yourself that Ryujin," Yeji answered with a smirk.  "Keep it up and you'll lose your little princess in no time."

"Ugh, Yeji! Why are you like that?!"

"Hey, I'm just teasing you lil cuz," Yeji answered amicably as she nudged Lia.  She rolled her eyes while actively ignoring Ryujin.  Maybe the feeling was mutual since Ryujin seemed just as content to avoid Lia's gaze.  Maybe Ryujin realized how horrendously her actions towards Parker's abode would have affected Lia.

Or maybe she was just waiting for Lia to berate her for not being her version of 'perfect.'

"Anyways, what's got everyone so gloomy around here?  I thought this was supposed to be a party."

"With only four of us?"

"More people than Yeji would ever manage to make friends with."

"Hey, you're one to talk Ryujin," Yeji responded with a pointed finger before turning back to Yuna.  "Come on, Yuna, it's not the size, but the energy that makes a party, right?"

"I guess…"

Yeji's sighed lightly as she set her beer can down.

"Yuna… I know you're worried, but… everything's gonna be okay.  Like, this is Chae we're talking about.  With all the other shit she gets us out of I'm sure tomorrow will be a breeze for her."

"I know Chaeryoung can handle herself," Yuna responded with a despondent tone.  "But… against her parents?"

"Why not? Chae's done crazier shit."

"But… they're her parents!   Like, they have full control of her life since Chaeryoung's considered too young to know better or some shit like that.  They could do whatever they want.  Hell, they could probably have her drop out and go to college right now!"

They all remained quiet as Yuna's desperation weighed on all of them.

"Would… that be such a bad thing?"

All eyes turned towards Lia, with only one pair shimmering with betrayal.

"I just mean… well… look at her!  She's brilliant beyond compare and definitely is intelligent beyond what our school would know what to do with.  Maybe it's for the best if…"

Lia paused, feeling the gazes of everyone else as she tried to muster up the courage to look Yuna in the eyes.

"If she did move forward."

"No way."

Yuna shook his head somberly as he let out a bitter laugh.

"Chaeryoung would… she wouldn't… but she doesn't want to move up."

"But… it could be good for her."

"According to who?"

Lia turned to look at Ryujin's indifferent and uncaring gaze.  How could Ryujin look so stoic?

"Come on Squirt, you're not gonna take this lying down are you?"

"Psh, as if!"  Yuna announced as he seemed to spark just slightly with life.  "I just… I don't know what to do…"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not like we could bust into the meeting and convince your principal person to keep Chaeryoung from skipping some grades."

Yuna's eyes went wide as he stared at an oblivious Yeji with a smile growing slowly on his face.

"Yeji, that's brilliant!"

Yeji immediately snapped to attention as she looked back at the group.

"What?"

"We'll go in and crash the meeting!"  Yuna announced as he rose to his feet.  "I can get us all in and then we can convince the principal that Chaeryoung has to stay behind!"

"Wait, we can't do that!"  Lia shouted as she rose to her feet.  "That would definitely get us in trouble!"

"And as much as I hate to agree with the lil cuz, I was joking.  Like, I'm all for doing shit, but this is Chae.  If she can't convince the principal to keep her a freshman, then what can we do?"

"I…" Yuna's gaze dropped as he took a seat back in the recliner.  "I guess that's true."

Yuna slowly went back to sulking as Ryujin rolled her eyes.

"Sure Yeji. Only okay with doing shit when Chae's around to bail you."

"Hey, I do plenty without Chae around."

"And I think we should consider doing less regardless of Chaeryoung's presence," Lia answered with a glare.  "After all, we can't keep acting so recklessly!  There are consequences to our actions."

"Not my problem."

"Excuse me!"

Lia rose from her seat as she glared at Ryujin.

"How dare you act so callously?!  You really don't care about anybody but yourself, do you?!"

"You know I don't," Ryujin answered with a playful smirk.  "You got a problem with that?"

Lia's shoulders tensed as she bristled at the sight of Ryujin.  The nerve of-!

Yeji gave a low chuckle.  "Look RJ, I know you're fucking crazy and shit, but that mansion thing was a pretty close call.  You could've gotten your ass canned."

"Whatever, it's not like that shit was a big deal to them."

"That's not really the point," Yeji responded with a pointed finger.  "The point is rules are made to protect the rich people, which means they basically can do whatever they want."

"Yeah, why do you think I fucked their place up?"

"That's not the point.  Again," Yeji repeated.  "The point is, we're royally fucked whenever we do this shit if we get caught unless we have someone who can turn the rules against the fuckers that they're made for."

"Oh my God, Yeji!  That's perfect!"

Yuna bounced up, suddenly excited again as Yeji blinked a few times.  She was definitely not sober enough for this.

"We're gonna turn the rules against Chaeryoung's parents!"

"Uhhhh…"

"This is not going to turn out well."

"We'll start that fire when we get there."

"And that's not how that saying goes!"

"But it's just as accurate!"  Yuna announced as he turned towards the window.  "Get yourselves ready privates!  I'm going to need all of you bright-eyed at noon tomorrow!"

He looked at his reflection in the window with a smirk that exploded into a full-blown smile.

"I've got a plan."

---

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Lee.  It's always a pleasure to see you."

"The pleasure's all mine Mr. Carmichael," Mrs. Lee stated as Chaeryoung gave a quick bow of her head in greeting.  "I have assembled all the materials necessary to assure you that Chaeryoung's intellect is beyond that of a ninth grade student."

"And I am eager to see what you have to-"

"I OBJECT!!!"

 All heads turned towards the door that BOOMED with Yuna's arrival.  Wearing a full suit and mascara beard, he strode briskly into the room before he slammed his briefcase onto the principal's desk.

"Principal Carmichael, you can't let Chaeryoung move up!  And I shall tell you why!"

Mrs. Lee rolled her eyes.  "It's a pleasure to see you as well, Ms. Shin."

"Excuse me!  I'm a doctor/professor/lawyer extraordinaire!"

"I'm sure you are.  Now, as I was saying-"

"No, as I was saying-!"

"How you hanging there, Chae?"

Chaeryoung turned her attention to the trio who had snuck in behind Yuna's dramatic entrance.

"I've seen better days," Chaeryoung answered as her tone warmed at Yeji's presence.  "I will admit, I was fairly certain that Yuna would find himself here sooner rather than later, but I didn't anticipate the three of you being here as well."

Yeji gave a shrug.  "It was Yuna's idea."

"I still think this would be easier if we just dipped."

"Ryujin!  We can't just leave!"

"And if I were to leave, it would drastically decrease any chance I'd have of remaining with my current cohort," Chaeryoung stated with a sigh.  "Although I do appreciate your concern."

"I wasn't."

"As if!"  Yeji answered with a bright smile and an arm slung around Ryujin's shoulders.  "You were all about crashing this shit."

Ryujin just shrugged.  "What can I say?  It's fun watching Yuna being a dumbass."

"What was that?!"

"You girls are really trying my patience," Mrs. Lee answered as she lifted her glasses to her face.  "If you will excuse us, we have important business to attend to.  Chaeryoung can join you all for your… activities, later."

"No way!  You can't just kick us out!"

"And why not?"

"Because I'm Chaeryoung's defense lawyer!"

"Excuse me?"

Chaeryoung covered her soft chuckle before turning back to the trio.

"That was your plan?"

"I told you, it was Yuna's.  I had nothing to do with it."

"My, this is quite the shocking turn of events!"

All faces turned to the principal who had a bright smile on his face.

"Ms. Shin, I'd very much like to hear what you have to say."

"I beg your pardon."

"Thank you Mr. Carmichael.  And please, my name is Mr. Attorney," Yuna corrected as he straightened his tie and paused, waiting for the dramatic introduction card to move on screen before finishing adjusting his tie.  "Mr. Ace Attorney."

Principal Carmichael simply laughed.  "My, you really are committing to this attorney character of yours.  Well, I suppose I can collaborate so proceed as you will."

"Thank you."

"Dang Chae..."  Yeji responded as she leaned towards the shorter girl.  "Is your principal always soooo… laid back?"

"Oh, that's just his method for managing adolescents," Chaeryoung stated evenly.  "After all, if laissez faire works for our corporate industries then it must also work for the children."

"Sounds like someone who doesn't want to do his job."

"Ryujin, don't be so rude!"  Lia admonished before turning back to Chaeryoung.  "But… are you sure this is okay?  After all, your mother could turn our presence here against us."

"I suppose, but-"

"Principal Carmichael, if I may,"  Mrs. Lee announced as the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.  "Are you truly serious about hosting these children here?  They do not understand matters such as these and would fail to address my daughter's true needs."

"Excuse me!  I am here strictly because Chaeryoung hired me to be here.  How dare you try to undermine my client!"

"Oh what's the harm in letting a child pretend," Principal Carmichael waved dismissively.  "Besides, getting some experience with how a court of law works will undoubtedly be beneficial to Yuna, given her track record."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

Mrs. Lee hummed.  "I do suppose this could be a grand learning experience for the youth."

"Then it's settled!"  Principal Carmichael announced as he slammed his stapler down.  "This shall be a court proceeding to determine Chaeryoung's placement for the upcoming year!"

"WOOOOO!!!"

"Juvenile."

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes at her mother's comment.  Her mother had a talent for stating something that should sound insulting as sounding like a bland observation.  Chaeryoung knew what it meant though.

This was nothing more than an elaborate show of authority.

"If I may Principal Carmichael," Chaeryoung stated as she rose from her seat.  " I would like to… consult… with my 'defense lawyer.'"

"Come now, Chaeryoung," Mrs. Lee answered blandly.  "Surely you could speak to whatever you wish to discuss in an adequate manner."

"I have the right to consult my lawyer prior to any proceedings as well as to ask for any clarification on my rights and their proposed strategy for moving forward with my trial.  I, hereby, request to exercise that right."

"Very well then," Principal Carmichael answered as he lightly knocked his stapler gavel against the desk.  "The defendant may have ten minutes to consult with their attorney."

"Alright!  Let's go team!"

Yuna shouted cheerily as he grabbed Chaeryoung's hand to pull her out of the office.  The other three following in line as they shut the door behind them.

"Well, now that we're here," Chaeryoung stated almost immediately.  "I do hope you four have a plan."

"Yeah, Yeji does!"

"Yuna, I'm the one who said this was a bad idea."

"You've got money.  Thought of bribing the judge?"

"Ryujin!  That's unethical!"

Chaeryoung gave a light giggle before turning her warm smile towards the group.

"I'm glad you're all here."

"Really?!"

"Really?"

Chaeryoung's smile brightened.  "I always enjoy spending time with you all and engaging in mayhem.  Unfortunately, we need to remain focused on the task at hand."

"Right!"  Yuna announced cheerily before his energy ebbed slowly out of his bouncey being.  "So… what do we do?"

"Well, apparently you have all succeeded into turning this into a trial," Chaeryoung stated with a soft sigh.  "Which means that I will be counting on the four of you to represent me."

"Don't worry Chae!  You can count on us!"

"But… why?"

They all turned to Lia who looked at Chaeryoung with a quizzical expression.

"Chaeryoung, of course you know that I am here to support you, but why not represent yourself?  After all, you are far more competent and knowledgeable about courtroom proceedings than anyone else I know.  We could end up just being a hindrance."

"That wouldn't work well," Chaeryoung responded with a shake of her head.  "If I were to present my case my mother would use my performance as further evidence that I should move forward."

"I told you being smart wouldn't pay off."

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes at the comment.

"Regardless, I am going to have to rely on the four of you to make my case."

"Don't worry Chae!  We got your back!"  Yuna announced with a bright smile.

"I mean how badly can we do?"

---

"OBJECTION!!!"

"You can't object yet Yuna," Lia explained in an exasperated tone.  "Mrs. Lee has the right to bring evidence before the court."

"Hey, I wasn't informed of this!  What kind of evidence are you bringing anyways."

"I have here a letter from Chaeryoung's last Language Arts teacher Mr. Gary Rowland."

"OBJECTION!!!"

"Yuna…"

"Need a drink, Chae?"

She gave a sigh as she took Yeji's offered reprieve.

"I suppose I may as well," she responded as she took the offered lemonade.  "Thank you."

"Hey, I'm always prepared for a good time."

"I think your in the wrong spot.  The AA meeting is down the hall."

Yeji punched Ryujin's arm with a light laugh.  "Fuck you, these are clean.  I know better than to get fucked up when meeting with the powerful people."

"What power?  I bet you $50 that I can pin down Judge Staples in 2 minutes tops."

"We cannot accept evidence from Mr. Rowland!  He's a biased party!"

"Mr. Rowland is a witness, just as every other faculty member of this facility, to Chaeryoung's intellect and, therefore, may be called upon as a witness."

"If that's the case then where is he?!"  Yuna shouted furiously as he slammed his fist against the table.  "I have the right to cross-examine him!"

"Aw, very true.  I will see about making the necessary arrangements."

BZZZZZZZ MR. ROWLAND?  IF YOU ARE IN THE BUILDING WOULD YOU PLEASE COME TO MY OFFICE?

There was a momentary silence as they all remained stock still when Mr. Rowland finally entered.  Yuna noted that their mustache was just as unkempt as ever.

Yeah, he coud probably use that for evidence.

Somehow.

"Principal Carmichael, is there something I can assist you with?"

"Why yes," Principal Carmichael answered as he rested one hand on to of the other in a very judge-like fashion.  "We are holding a trial to determine Chaeryoung's grade placement for the upcoming year and we would like to request a testimony from you."

Mr. Rowland's jaw clenched as his fingers twitched at his sides.  Serves him for fucking up Yuna's summer.

"With all due respect, I already wrote a letter of recommendation-"

"OBJECTION!!!"

"Damn, is this even gonna go anywhere?  Like, I thought we'd at least get someone on the witness stand by now."

"Then let's get a witness."

"Ryujin, what are you-?!"

Ryujin ignored Lia's protests and rose from her spot.  She walk over to the small desk seated next to the principal's as she kicked her feet on top of the surface.

"Come on.  You said you needed a witness right?"

"Hey!  You can't do that, Ryujin!  Mr. Rowland needs to answer for his injustice!"

"Hmm?  Oh, so this is the guy who flunked you," Ryujin responded with faked realization as she leaned forward.  "Hey, is it true that you think it's okay for a dude to dump his wife to hook up with some richer lady?"

"That was not the point of the assignment."

"So what was the point?  That there's not laws saying dudes can't be shitty?"

"Miss… Miss.  Please watch your language."

"My bad Mr. Stapler."

Principal Carmichael frowned deeply as Mr. Rowland huffed.

"Listen, I do not need to be here and have my lesson plan criticized by some… hooligan!  And if these are the kinds of people Miss Lee is consorting with, then all the more reason to move her ahead."

"Yeah, well, it's not like I go to this school," Ryujin responded with a smug smile.  "Just imagine, if Chaeryoung leaves here sooner what other kinds of assholes will she make friends with."

"Regardless, I've said what I said," Mr. Rowland responded as he fixed his tie.  "I highly encourage you move Chaeryoung forward.  Have a good day."

"Hey, wait!  I didn't even get to-!"

But Yuna's concern was drowned out by the sound of a slamming door as Lia watched in amazement.  How did Ryujin have the courage to confront any adult?  And how did Ryujin make confronting those in authrotiy work?

"So… you're one of my daughter's… associates?"

Ryujin turned to Mrs. Lee before shrugging.  "I guess that's one way to put it."

"Well then, I have some questions for you."

RYUJIN'S TESTIMONY

"Well, before we move forward with the testimony we must make sure we're doing this right!"

Principal Carmichael ducked behind his desk before he pulled out a large black Bible whose pages flapped in his hurry.

"Now, Miss Ryujin, please place your hand on the Bible."

"Yeah… I'm not doing that."

"Why not?"

"I'm Jewish."

Yeji and Yuna laughed loudly as Principal Carmichael grimaced.

"Given your current attitude, you'll likely need to get used to being sworn in."

"Yeah, maybe," Ryujin responded as she leaned back.  "And maybe if I gave a shit about God I wouldn't be the way I am now.  But it's not like I got time for regrets."

"We can do without the holy book," Mrs. Lee responded quickly.  "As long as our current witness promises to tell the truth."

"I guess that'd depend on what's in it for me."

"Are you not one of my daughter's friends?"

"Maybe."

"That's not a very committal answer."

"Chaeryoung can think of me however she wants, I'm not bothered."

"And what do you think of Chaeryoung?"

Ryujin just shrugged.  "She's pretty chill."

"And what do you mean by, 'pretty chill.'"

"She's chill to hang with."

"And that means?"

Ryujin shrugged again.  "I don't know.  What does it mean to be a lawyer?"

Mrs. Lee hummed as her face scrunched slightly.

"How did you even meet my daughter?"

"Yeji introduced me," Ryujin responded with a nod.  "Say 'hey' Yeji."

Yeji rolled her eyes as Mrs. Lee quickly turned back to Ryujin.

"And how did you meet Yeji?"

"Bumped into her somewhere."

"And where was this?"

"I don't know, some back alley dump."

"That doesn't sound very pleasant."

"I mean, where else do you think you find trash like that?"

"Alright, that's it," Yeji responded as she walked over to the witness stand.  Ryujin shrugged before leaving the seat.

"Hey!  I still haven't-!

"Ask away, Mrs. Lee," Yeji requested as she flashed a brilliant smile.

"I'll answer whatever you want."

YEJI'S TESTIMONY

"Will you swear on the Bible?"

"Nah thanks," Yeji responded with a wave of her hand.  "No offense, but Jesus isn't my type."

"Amen!"

"Disregarding the Bible, do you swear to tell the truth?"

"Sure, why not?"

"How do you know Chaeryoung?"

"We're friends."

"And what do you do as friends?"

"We hang out."

"And what does 'hanging out' look like?"

It was Yeji's turn to shrug.  "I don't know, hanging around a couch, watching TV, playing video games.  What did you think hanging out looked like?"

"And where do you typically hang out?"

"At one of our houses."

"Whose?"

"Whosever we decide for that day," Yeji responded with a light smile.  "Come on, we're teenagers.  How much do you think we actually pay attention to that?"

"Not much," Mrs. Lee responded as her gaze sharpened on Lia.

"Which is why I call Julia Choi up to the stand as my next witness."

LIA'S TESTIMONY

"Hey, that's not fair!  I haven't asked any of the witnesses any questions!"

"Then ask away, Yuna.  You know I'm an open book."

"Tell me where Ryujin lives!"

"Eh…" Yeji groaned as she scratched the back of her head.  "I mean, come on Yuna.  You know the rule, we don't spread other people's personal shit."

"Ryujin?!"

"Sorry Squirt," Ryujin answered.  "Guess God isn't compelling me to say."

"Oh fuck off, you didn't even swear in."

"Do you promise to speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"

"I do."

"You may take your seat."

Lia sat down at the stand as she remained as poised as ever.

"Now, Miss Choi.  How did you meet my daughter?"

"Through Yuna."

"And how did you meet Yuna?"

"H- They're my cousin."

"Ah, so you must know Yuna very well."

"I… I suppose so.  I mean, we were very close when we were little!  I would spend nearly every day with Yuna where we would do all sorts of things.  For instance, we would run around the yard, search for tadpoles in the pond, and one time we even snuck a beehive into Mrs. Stuart's car which was a grand adventudre-"

"What caused your relationship to change?"

"Oh, well, you see, there were... circumstances!  I needed to be homeschooled and, it is rather difficult making plans with someone who is on a different schedule from you and we simply struggled to find times to keep up, although we would still text-"

"Miss Choi, you don't need ot make your answers so long."

"Okay."

Lia quickly responded as she moved her hands to her seat.

"So, Miss Choi, what were the circumstances that caused you to be homeschooled?"

"W-Well you see, it was quite a few years ago and-"

"Alright, move over!"

Yuna roughly tilted the chair to spill Lia out of it as she stumbled to the side.

"Wha-?  Hey!  I was sitting there!"

"Listen Mrs. Lee, if you want the truth then I'll give it to you," Yuna answered loudly as he took a seat at the stand.  "Besides, I doubt there's anyone else in the world who knows Chaeryoung Lee better than I do."

A near-sinister smile crept along Mrs. Lee's face.

"I am certain you are correct on that."

YUNA'S TESTIMONY

"So, Yuna, how did you meet my daughter?"

"The principal's office."

Lia's eyes popped out of her head as she heard that.  Seriously?!  Why would Chaeryoung ever be sent there?!

"Ah, yes, I actually do believe I remember that," Mr. Carmichael responded with a stroke of his invisible beard.  "You were quite the troublemaker Yuna."

"Hey, I'd never start it!"

"So how did you get my daughter sent to the principal's office?"

"I didn't," Yuna responded as he folded his arms.  "She was sent there for writing on the whiteboards in permanent marker and I was sent there for fighting some dweeb.  We didn't plan to both end up there, we just did."

"And are you aware that that was the first time my daughter had ever gotten detention?"

"I-" Yuna paused.  He had never actually considered that Chaeryoung's record was squeaky clean before that, though he supposed he shouldn't have been surprised.  "I didn't."

"And are you aware that Chaeryoung's weekly study time has drastically decreased since the arrival of your presence in her life?"

Yuna rolled his eyes.  "I can only imagine why."

"Miss Shin," Mrs. Lee responded as her sharp gaze appeared right before Yuna.  "Do you truly believe that your 'friendship' with my daughter has provided her any benefit?"

"Objection!"

"Overruled."

"No," Chaeryoung responded as she remained standing at the defense table.  "These questions are not pertinent to the issue at hand and are deliberately being asked to attack the witness."

"Chae, it's okay-"

"It is not okay Yuna," Chaeryoung responded as she turned towards her mother.  "And I won't allow you to continue to harass my friends in this way."

"Harass?" Mrs. Lee asked.  "My dear daughter, this is simply how court proceedings are done.  If you had continued your studies in the way that I had designed you would have known this."

"Yeah, I doubt this is how real court works."

"My disappointment in our current system is not bred out of ignorance," Chaeryoung stated as her gaze hardened with a seriousness that rarely crossed her face.  "And if you doubt the truth of my words, then I would like to call you up as a witness."

They all stared for a moment before Yuna quickly exited the witness stand.

"Yeah, I'mma let Chae be the lawyer now."

MRS. LEE'S TESTIMONY

Chaeryoung slowly rose from her spot at the defense stand as she walked with purpose towards her witness.

"Now, can you please state your name for the court."

"My name is Beatrice Lee."

"And that's your legal name?"

"That's my English name."

Chaeryoung gave a light nod as she paced across the room.  It was incredible just how much intention every movement, every blink, and every breath of air Chaeryoung took seemed to have.

"And you brought this case against your daughter, Chaeryoung Lee and requested this meeting with Judge Carmichael, correct?"

"That is correct."

Chaeryoung left another pause, leaving those paying attention wondering if they should've read more in those three words then what was strictly stated as they anticipated what would come next.

"Why did you request this meeting?"

"I requested this meeting because I know that you, my daughter, are far more capable than what you've given this institution credit to believe."

"And what has you believing that?"

"Well, let's look at the evidence," Mrs. Lee stated in a sharp tone.  "You are captain of the debate team, treasurer for your student counsel at the youngest age in this school's history, as well as the top student in all of your classes."

"And what evidence do you have that my intellectual growth is not a credit to the school?"

Mrs. Lee rolled her eyes.  "Chaeryoung, your intellect had been evident since such a young age.  You were grasping legal concepts at the age of five and able to analyze legal documents since the age of eight.  Your intellect was realized since before you attended this school."

"But I had started my kindergarten years here as well, which means that even at the age of five this institution could have very well been instrumental in shaping the intellectual poise I have today."

"A fair statement," Mrs. Lee answered with a hum.  "However, both Mr. Rowland and Mrs. Sullivan have confessed to me that you are far beyond the intellect of your peers.  If the very faculty entrusted with your growth and development state that you should move forward, then I only find it practical that the principal should allow the advancement."

"But you stated earlier that you didn't believe the institution was crediting my intellect properly."

"Members of the institution are different from the facility as a whole," Mrs. Lee rectified quickly.  "Unless you are allowed to move forward, I will not accept that this institution is supporting your academic growth adequately."

Chaeryoung gave a hum as she continued to pace, seemingly deep in thought by something.

"So, correct me if I'm wrong, but from what I am gathering growth is only possible when provided with opportunities to grow… is that correct?"

"Correct."

"And how many times have I been offered the opportunity to take the advancement exams?"

"That is irrelevant."

"Is it?" Chaeryoung asked as she stepped forward.  "You stated that in order for this institution to support my growth it would need to provide me with an opportunity to advance, however, they have requested I take and retake the advancement exams for the past seven years.  Now tell me, is this not considered an opportunity?"

"It's not an opportunity if it holds you back," Mrs. Lee stated as her jaw clenched.  "Chaeryoung, stop selling yourself short.  You have the skills to go so far in this world!"

"But so far where?"  Chaeryoung asked as her tone took a desperate turn.  "After all, how far can you claim to have gone when you only get half the amount of cases your husband gets even when you're just as competent?!"

Chaeryoung's eyes widened, as if in shock that she had let her voice betray her indifferent demeanor as her mother stood with her jaw clenched.

"I…" Chaeryoung quickly sucked in a deep breath as she lowered her head.  "I apologize.  That line of questioning was inappropriate for the circumstance."

Silence fell over the room as Mrs. Lee continued to stare at her daughter with a piercing analytical gaze.

"I… suppose it may be time for a rebuttal?"

"Actually..." Mrs. Lee responded with a pause.  "I think my time here has expired."

She walked from the witness stand and sent Chaeryoung a harsh glare.  "I will speak with you when you get home."

Chaeryoung's gaze followed her mother as she calmly collected her things in her purse before striding through the door without looking back.

"Um… what just happened?"

"Wait, since Chaeryoung's mom left, does that mean that Chae gets to stay in the ninth grade?!"

They all turned to Principal Carmichael who had to snap to attention.

"Oh, um, well, Mrs. Lee left before we could come up with a contract to push Chaeryoung's advancement forward without the use of the exams so…"

"YEEEESSSS!!"

Yuna rushed over to glomp Chaeryoung as he hugged her tightly.

"I'm so excited!  We're gonna be back in school together!"

"Yeah Chae, you were awesome!"

"I mean, that was alright."

"That was incredible!  How are you feeling?"

Chaeryoung took a moment to inhale deeply as she leaned into Yuna's embrace.  A quick moment later she turned back to her friends with her characteristic warm smile.

"I think this calls for a Hussey Hole celebration."

Yuna's face lit up as Yeji cheered in the background.

"Yes!  It's time for a party!"

"Isn't that what we typically do?"

"Pretty much.  I mean, maybe if Yeji brought a date it'd be worth talking about but..."

Yeji punched Ryujin's shoulder, responding with, 'I'll bring one when you do' before teasing that Lia was right next to her.  They continued to antagonize each other as Yuna fell back with Chaeryoung.

"Hey, Chae?  You doing alright?"

Chaeryoung raised her large brown eyes towards Yuna as a soft smile etched across her face.

"I'm fine.  I suppose I'm just… thinking."

"About what?"

A pause settled over them as Yuna watched for every subtle expression he could find but Chaeryoung's expression remained unreadable.

"I don't think I'd ever spoken so boldly to someone.  It made me begin to think that perhaps…"

She released a sigh as her gaze fell downward.

"Perhaps I have been avoiding the things I've desperately been wanting to say...  Even to myself."

Yuna threw an arm around Chaeryoung, as he flashed a brilliant smile.

"Well, whatever you want to say, feel free to say it.  I'll hear you loud and clear."

Cheryoung giggled lightly as she sent a smile towards Yuna.  "Thank you, Yuna"

They headed out the school doors as Chaeryoung voiced a final thought.

"I'm so incredibly lucky to have a friend like you."

Notes:

The beginning quote comes from Simone de Beauvoir's "The Second Sex."

Chapter 16: ID

Notes:

TRIGGER WARNING!!!
This chapter does have implied self-harm and mild transphobia. I would not desccribe these instances as being that graphic, but I do want to give a forewarning for folx and be respectful of these sensitive topics.
With that being said, thank you all so much for your continued support! With over 100 kudos and 3500 hits I could not be prouder of this fic! With that said, here is the latest chapter so please comment, kudos, but most of all enjoy =)

"Hey, hurry up!  You're lagging behind!"

"I'm trying!  Why can't you just slow down?!"

The boy laughed as the child tried to weave through the crowd after the elder.  They hopped and dodged as they tried to keep their brother in their sights, until they suddenly barreled into one of the bodies in the crowd.

"Oh my gosh!  I'm so sorry! Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," the woman answered as she brushed herself off.  "Are you al- oh, here, let me help you with that."

"I got it!"  The child retorted as they picked up the bags and returned the clothes into their plastic carriages.  "Beside, I ran into you.  You could've gotten hurt!"

"I told you I'm fine," the woman responded with a laugh.  "I promise you.  It's no big deal"

"Really?"

"Of course," the woman chuckled again.  "I swear you are just too adorable."

"Really?!" The child asked again as the woman nodded with a smile.  The child flashed a brilliant smile in response.  "Wow, thanks!  Hey!  Can I ask you something."

"Ask away."

"Will I be able to grow up to be as pretty as you?"

"Soungjae-ya!"

The child flinched as their older brother arrived at the scene.

"Please forgive my brother," he stated with a deep bow while forcing his brother to bow with him.  "He can be so brainless sometimes."

"Oh I don't mind," the woman stated with a laugh.  "He's such a funny child."

"But he still shouldn't have done that," the older boy stated with a sigh.  "Soungjae-ya, say you're sorry!"

"Huh? But I already-!"

"It's no problem, your brother doesn't need to apologize again.  After all, he was more than helpful in helping me get my things back.  In any case, I need to get going, but I hope you two have a great rest of your day."

"Of course!" Youngjae stated as he kept his little brother's head lowered.  "Thank you again for your kindness."

The woman gave them a wave as the small child contended with the heat that had rushed to their cheeks.

"Soungjae, I swear, you gotta be more careful.  If you keep saying stupid stuff like that people are gonna start calling you a girl."

"But… Youngjae…"

The child paused, not sure how to best address their elder in the moment, but with a more pressing concern on their mind.

"Why can't I be a girl?"

BRRRRRRIIIIII

SMASH

GROAN

Yeji looked up at her low ceiling as she took a deep inhale.

Today was gonna be a rough day.

What time was it anyways?

She checked her phone before her eyes lit up.

 

FROM: Noemi

wo i cant bleve u crashd ur frends teacher meeting haha u and ur frends r so fearless!

 

Yeji rolled her eyes as a soft smile crossed her face.

 

TO: Noemi

meh, aftr a wile u get used to it

also, sry 4 the l8 reply. i crashed as soon as i got home from work.

 

She hit send as she looked at the time.  Only one hour until she had to be back at work.

She took a deep inhale before releasing all the air out of her lungs.  She may as well get up. After all, she wasn't gonna get paid to stay in bed and not do her job.  For whatever reason that was.

She gave a stretching yawn as she rolled off her bed and walked to her closet where she grabbed the first cotton tee and blue jeans she could find.

Besides, it was just work.

Then therapy.

She groaned after pulling her plain white shirt over her head as she looked at herself in the mirror.  She mapped out her face in her mind, taking note of her soft features, the way her cheekbones contoured her face before canvassing her cheeks into a soft round shape.  She lifted her chin to inspect her jaw, noting how pronounced it was, but how it didn't take away from the softness of her face overall before she tilted her head down and widened her eyes.  She noted her carefully manicured eyebrows that shaped her large round eyes.

She gave a sigh.  Today would be a fantastic day to do herself up, but she didn't have time for that right now.  She tied her hair back in a loose ponytail as she gave her reflection a hopeful smile.

After all, this is what she wanted.

She walked out of her room and into the kitchen as she saw Youngjae tearing through the fridge.

"Your late Yeji."

"My bad," Yeji answered with a light smile.  "Why did we stop doing the 'first one up makes breakfast' idea?"

"Because you always sleep in," Youngjae stated as he handed Yeji a carton of eggs.  "And you said you'd rather cook than take out the trash."

"Ugh, right," Yeji responded with a slight groan before a light smile quickly replaced it.  "Well, do what'cha gotta do.  I'll have breakfast out soon."

"Thanks kiddo.  By the way, I heard back from Westbrook.  They still need you to submit your application for your learner's permit."

"Yeah, I'm getting to it," Yeji answered a little forcibly as she plopped some butter into the pan.  "Come on, you know I always get my shit taken care of."

"Yeah, I know.  I just… wanted to check in."

Yeji gave a heavy sigh as she cracked an egg straight into the pan.  "Come on Youngjae, it's no big deal.  I literally just punch in my info.  It's not the end of the world."

"I know, but... still," Youngjae answered as he ruffled Yeji's hair.  "I gotta make sure you're taken care of."

Yeji swatted the hand as he laughed before leaving with the trash.  Yeji rolled her eyes in response.

This is what she wanted.

---

"Here's your food.  Thanks for choosing The Padilla Family Restaurant."

The man grumbled a 'thanks' as he took his food while Yeji kept herself from rolling her eyes.  Everyone was so over dramatic.

DINGDINGDINGDING

Speaking of over dramatic people.

"Yeji! YejiYejiYejiYeji!

"I heard you the first time," Yeji answered as she set her hand against Yuna's to keep them from ringing the bell again.  "Wasn't expecting the full house though."

"We got bored."

"And we did miss having you present."

Yeji gave a bright smile as she moved to the register.  "Well, no point being here if you're not gonna eat, right?  What can I get for ya?"

"A grande nacho supreme!"

"Shit, Yuna that's all you ever get.  You gonna try something new at some point?"

"No way!"

"One nacho grande supreme coming up," Hector announced from the kitchen.  "You gonna go on break, Yeji?  Or are you just gonna slack on the job?"

"Hah, whatever," Yeji responded with a light chuckle.  "You sure I'm good to go on break?"

"I mean, as rough as the 3 o'clock rush tends to be, I think Jorge and I can handle it."

"Thanks Hector," Yeji answered with a laugh.  She tore off her apron as she passed through the tiny barrier that determined her status of freedom.  "So, where you all wanna sit?"

"BOOTH!!!"

Yuna rushed over to the long table that had a wooden booth on one side as they scooted as close to the window as possible.  Ryujin filed in next to Yuna with Chaeryoung taking her time to find a booth seat next to Ryujin.

"So, Yeji… this is where you work?"

"Yep," Yeji stated matter-of-factly. "Been here for almost two years."

"Wait, what?!"

"I didn't know that," Chaeryoung responded casually.  "Although, I suppose it makes sense since you've been working here since before we knew you."

"Yep, gotta make sure I get you all quality shit to stuff your faces with," she responded as Jorge brought their nachos.  "Thanks man."

"Sure Yej."

They all dug into the nachos as the small talk began.

"I still don't quite understand it."

"What?  That I have a job?"

"Yes," Lia responded as she inspected the nachos thoroughly.  "Are you even sixteen yet?"

"I will be in a few months."

"Which means it's illegal for an organization to hire you."

"Not if I'm family."

Lia just looked at Yeji with skepticism drawn all across her face.

"Don't worry too much about it princess.  They make Mexicans differently these days."

"Oh my god, I can't believe someone actually said that!"

"Ugh, fuck white people I swear," Yeji answered as she scooped a cheesy nacho.  "They can't tell if someone's Asian or Latinx unless someone holds a fucking sign for them."

"For real."

"But that still validates my question," Lia interjected.  "I mean, how did you get this job?"

Yeji gave a sigh as she leaned back in her chair.

"Long story short, Hector's my brother's friend."

"And the unabridged story?"

Yeji's lips tightened as she stared at the sour cream that slowly melted onto her nacho chip.

"It's not really worth talking about."

She got up from her seat as Yuna immediately pouted.

"Wait, Yeji!"

"My break's up kiddo."

"But, wait! Hussey Hole tonight?"

" I can't," Yeji responded with a bittersweet smile.  "I got therapy after work."

Yuna groaned, slumping back into the bench next to Ryujin who continued to eat the nachos unfazed.

"We'll miss you Yeji.  I hope your evening goes well."

"Same to you," Yeji responded as she sent a backhanded wave.

"See you all later."

---

She sat in the therapist's office as she stared at the device in her hands.

 

FROM: Noemi

ur frends sound like a lot of fun! i hope i can meet them al soon!

 

TO: Noemi

wel, u met lia.

actualy, u met drunk lia.

sobr lias a hole difrent kinda person haha

 

FROM: Noemi

i can only imagine XD

so, wen r we gona c each othr agen ;)

 

Yeji paused as she looked at the screen, thumbs twirling above the floating letters, but never gaining enough gravity to actually land.  She sighed as she leaned back on the cushioned couch.  She was probably overthinking it.  It probably wouldn't be so big a deal.

It's not like it'd be the same as last time.

CREEEEE-

The door opened to reveal a familiar figure, dressed in business formal attire, and dark hair tied back in a bun with strands to either side to frame her round face.

"Hello Yeji.  I hope you weren't waiting for long."

"You're good doc," Yeji answered as she rose with a smile.  "I wouldn't have the time to anyways."

"You do seem to have a busy schedule."

"It's nothing new," Yeji answered as she flopped onto the couch.  "Besides, this is the life I chose..."

"Of course," Dr. Lewinski responded neutrally as she took a seat in her armchair.  "How have things been going?"

Yeji shrugged as she stared up at the ceiling.  "Things have been good…"

"That's good to hear," her therapist responded as she scribbled down some quick notes.  "How are you feeling about returning to school soon?"

Yeji groaned lightly.  "I'm trying not to think about it too much."

"Is that why you're being so quiet?"

Yeji gave a humorless chuckle.  "Nah, I just…"

She paused, staring at the ceiling as images scrolled past her vision.

"I've just been thinking a lot lately."

"What about?"

Yeji sighed as she kicked her legs off the couch to lean forward.

"Just… I mean… I keep on thinking I've moved on.  Like, I'm where I want to be so nothing else matters but… well… then things come up that make me think maybe certain things do matter but…"

Yeji sighed with a shake of her head.

"I don't know… It's just stupid."

"What's been bringing these thoughts?"

"Just… life…"

She sighed again as she leaned back into her seat.

"I'm starting driver's ed soon."

"That's exciting."

"It is," Yeji responded despondently.  "Except for the paperwork part."

"You only have a few more years."

"I know but… it still just sucks," Yeji bit with a slight grimace.  "Like, it feels like I'm trapped waiting for someone else to be like 'Okay, you can exist now.'  Like, do you know how ironic it is that people can recognize me better from my fake ID than from my real one?  It's so fucking stupid."

"That must be frustrating."

"It is!" Yeji shouted as she jumped forward in her seat.  "Like, I mean, the hormones help, but… but there's still so much that gets shoved back into my face that I'm not-!"

Yeji shook her head as tears pricked in her eyes.

"I'm not the way people think I'm supposed to be."

The tears slid down her cheeks as she clutched her blue painted wrist.

"<Soungjae, why are you doing this to yourself!>"

"<This isn't who I am!>"

SLIIII

Her thumb ran across the slightly protruding skin hidden in the dragon's belly.

"That was the last thing I'd said to my parents," Yeji stated with a bittersweet smile.  "The last thing I said in Korean.  'This isn't me.'"

"You never told me that before."

"Yeah," Yeji responded softly.  "I guess I hadn't really thought back on it since I was so focused on how to move forward."

"Has that affected your relationship with your brother?"

"I… I don't know," Yeji answered.  "I don't know.  I mean, when I saw him again after… well, after things went to shit.  He greeted me in Korean as his little brother and I just…"

Yeji sighed.  "I wanted to greet him back, but I wasn't sure how he'd feel about me calling him 'oppa.'  Like, that's what little girls call their older brothers and I just…"

She averted her gaze as she scartched the side of her head.

"And I just don't know how I can be me.  Like, I'm Korean, but I'm the only one in my family born outside of Korea.  My friends say I'm the 'legit Asian' because I actually know Korean, but my parents were certain that my 'perverse tendencies' were the result of American brainwashing.  And I know for a fact that I'm a woman, but.."

Yeji's lip tightened as her fingers wrapped around her wrist.  Dr. Lewinski passed her a rubiks cube that Yeji rolled her eyes at before rearranging the toy.

"I mean, I've told you about Noemi."

"You have."

"I can't even make plans with her because I'm scared of how she'll react after…"

She furrowed her brows as she moved the multi-colored squares into random slots.

"I just don't wanna deal with what Landon put me through."

"Do you believe that Noemi would do the same thing?"

Yeji shrugged.  "I don't know.  I barely know her."

"Well, what kind of a relationship would you want with her?"

"I mean, I'm all for dating her," Yeji responded as the rubiks cube was completed with a satisfying click.  "It's just that…"

She sighed as she set the rubiks cube down.

"Look, I'm fifteen.  I know what everyone else is doing with their boyfriends, girlfriends, non-binaryfriends and whatever.  I'm not that fucking oblivious and…"

"Why are you so weird about it?  Everyone knows you're not a real girl anyways."

"...and I'm just not my sure what to do anymore," Yeji answered with a sigh.  "I'm just… feeling like I've hit a roadblock."

"Well, what would you want to be different?"

"Easy.  I want to be fully physically and legally transitioned."

"And you will be able to do so."

"Yeah, when I'm 18," Yeji responded as she hugged herself.  "It's just, I just don't want to have to wait anymore to live."

"And what does living look like to you?"

"You know, the cliché shit," Yeji answered.  "I want to date like every other fucker is.  I want to be able to joke and goof around with my brother like we used to.  I want to figure out how I relate to my heritage, despite it all, I…"

Yeji paused as she stared back at the rubiks cube.

"I think I just want to feel a little more whole."

---

Yeji crashed upon the park bench as she pulled out her vape.

What a day.

TING

She gave a long exhale of the strawberry flavored smoke before she lifted her phone to her thrown back head.

 

From: Captain Spaz

u sur u cant make it?

 

To: Captain Spaz

im sur. sry

 

She set her phone aside as she kept staring up at the clouds.  It was so strange just how clear the world seemed to be now than it was before.

Maybe it was the hormones.

She gave a light chuckle before she leaned forward.

So much had changed since then.  She moved in with her brother and Hector, she got a job, her brother found a new place for them, Youngjae started to work his second job out of their new place and Yeji met a bunch of queer weirdos who had become the most important people in her life.

None of it was easy.

"Sometimes, life leaves us with scars…

She stared at the underside of her wrist as her thumb traced the lines of the dragon's belly.

...but that doesn't mean we can't turn them into something beautiful."

She smiled softly at the soft yellow belly as her thumb ran down it's length.

Maybe… she didn't need to wait.

Maybe she was holding herself back.

She sighed as she turned towards her phone.  She picked it up before scrolling through her contacts, hitting call and pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey Noemi… sorry to just call you out of the blue like this-"

"Hey, no, it's fine!  Is everything okay?"

"Totally!  Sorry, I was hoping not to freak you out, but…"

Yeji gave a light exhale.

"Would you wanna do something next Friday?"

There was a silence on the other side of the line as Yeji slowly braced herself for rejection.

"Really?  I mean, yes!  Definitely!  But, I mean, are you sure?"

"Of course!" Yeji responded almost too enthusiastically.  "Besides, I told you I wanted to see you again at some point, didn't I?"

"I mean, you did so… Okay... Okay then!  See you next Friday!"

"See you then."

The phone clicked off as Yeji held it before her, staring at her reflection before she gave a sigh.

Guess she'd better head home.

Head home and submit her information to the DMV so that she can get herself a new ID.

A new ID that wouldn't even have her real name on it.

She sighed as looked back at the dragon.

Life gave her scars.

But this was temporary.

She gave a light sigh as her steps felt lighter.

This was only temporary.

And she would be her full self soon enough.

Chapter 17: Surf

Notes:

Wow, I am so sorry this chapter took so long. I was just super busy with school, work, and personal life that, althugh it was all good stuff, it left me with very little time to work on this chapter so I am so sorry for the wait. Thank you all for your continued support! I'm so stoked to be coming back on AO3 with another update and am so grateful for your patience! Thanks again for all of your support and please read, kudos, comment and enjoy =)

"We're going to the beach~

We're going to the beach~

High hoes and Spaghetti-O's

We're going to the beach~"

"Yuna, that is not how that song goes."

"Yeah, but why would I say we're going hunting when we're not?"

Lia sighed heavily as her head drooped.  Leave it to Yuna to miss the point of a lecture.

"Oh chill out Lia, aren't you stoked to be going to the beach?"

"We are not spending the day at the beach as a luxury trip Yeji," Lia answered with a groan.  "We're here because Chaeryoung and I are hosting an event to hopefully further our campaign."

"You mean you're riding Chae's coattails so you can be the next prez."

"Oh be quiet you!" Lia responded with a glare.

"Also, with all due respect, Lia is the first candidate to ever assist me in hosting this party so I am more than grateful."

"Really?"  Lia asked as she unloaded her small card table onto the sand.  "I thought others would've jumped at the chance to run your beach party campaign."

"Honestly, I'm surprised you were so eager to join."

"Why?"

"Look around, Princess."

Lia sighed as she looked around.  White-brown sand stretched towards a rocky shore on one end while the other stretched to a wooden pier, all of it littered with old tires, beer cans, seaweed and other undesirables.

"This place is a mess!"

"It is only a temporary state of disrepair.  I assure you we will ensure that."

"Seriously, didn't you even read the flier?"

"What flier?"

"This one!"

Lia glared lightly before she took the blue ocean themed flyer that sparkled with the words 'BEACH CLEANING COMMUNITY PROJECT hosted by Chaeryoung Lee.'

Lia could only sigh.  "Of all the people to rope me into some hairbrained scheme, you were the last person I was expecting."

"I asked if you were interested in assisting in my beach campaign project and you said yes."

"But you didn't tell me this was a community service project!"

"I apologize if you did not receive all the information.  I assumed you would've known."

"I mean, Chaeryoung did post it all over social media," Yuna responded as they showed Lia the same poster as earlier, now with a digital version that can be found on Facebook.

Lia groaned lightly.

"Oh come on Lia, what'd you think we'd be doing?"

"Well…" she drawled before turning to Yeji's Cheshire grin.  She furrowed her brows in a frown.

"I was thinking you aren't privy to my thoughts."

"Aw, come on Lil Cuz," Yeji responded as she rushed to Lia who was returning to the van Chaeryoung had rented.  "If you don't tell me, then I'll just have to guess."

"Don't listen to Yeji," Ryujin answered as she sat on the truck bed.  "She's just being annoying 'cuz she's hiding something?"

"What makes you think that?"  Yeji responded, sounding mildly offended.

"Because you're more annoying when you've got a secret," Ryujin stated casually as she handed Yeji a table.

"Yeah right, you just always think everyone's annoying."

"You tell yourself that Yeji," Ryujin responded before grabbing the trash pickers and moving towards the beach.

"Whatever," Yeji muttered, more to herself than anyone as she grabbed the table's edge.  "Grab the other end for me?"

Lia sighed as she did exactly as Yeji asked.  "Do the activities Chaeryoung host always involve some form of community service?"

"Pretty much.  Kinda ironic for a commie to be neck deep in exploiting us brokeass fuckers."

"I wouldn't necessarily consider this exploitation since you all arrived here voluntarily.  After all, it's not like I could retaliate if you all chose to abandon me here."

"Guess that means it's time to leave."

"NOOOOO!!!  Ryujin, don't leave us!!!"

Yeji snickered at Yuna's whine as Lia rolled her eyes.

"Also, I consider myself more of a socialist.  I think it would be a little too counterintuitive for me to be a communist."

"Why's that Chae?"

"Because if I believe that a political system where there is no formal government is ideal, then how could I believe in an economic system where everything is owned by a government?"

"I don't know, I figured you'd have that figured out."

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes at Yeji's snicker.  They dropped the last table on the ground with a resounding thud as a car engine roared in the background.

"Looks like your overpriced taxi driver got sick of his job," Ryujin stated casually as Chaeryoung moved forth unfazed.

"I just didn't think it would be worth his time to wait for us to conclude a party that was still six hours away."

"WE ONLY HAVE 6 HOURS TO GET THIS BEACH CLEAN?!?!?!"

"Fuck princess, what the hell-"

"Do not 'princess' me!"  Lia commanded as her brows furrowed in concetrated seriousness.  "The beach campaign party starts in 6 hours and this beach needs to be spotless! "

"Whatever," Ryujin muttered under her breath as Lia stomped towards the beach.  Yeji scratched the back of her head.

"Man, is it just me, or is Lia pissier than usual?"

"I think she's just always like that."

"Aw!  Are you upset your favorite princess hasn't been spending time with you?"

"Fuck off Yeji."

"Man, guess pissiness is contagious these days."

"Hey look!  RAAAHHH I'VE COME TO EAT YOUR BRAINS!!!"

The towering figure announced as a seaweed covered Yuna strode steadily before the trio. Yeji stepped before the monster only to laugh at its presence.  "You dumbass!  Zombies eat brains, not sea monsters!"

"Actually, given how little information we have on sea monsters or zombies we cannot conclusively say if sea monsters do not have the same preference for the human brain, or if zombies even consider them a delicacy."

Yeji rolled her eyes.  "Is zombie rights gonna be your campaign slogan?"

"You never know who could use an advocate."

Yeji chuckled as a high-pitched scream tore across the beach.

"What the fucking hell Ryujin?!"

"What, I thought you needed a bath." They all turned to find a smirking Ryujin standing knee deep in the ocean with a drenched Yuna next to her.  "By the way, you still got something on your face."

"Fuck you!" Yuna shouted as they splashed ocean water Ryujin's way.

"Whatever Squirt, you totally- hey!  What the fuck!"

"I'm gonna take you down with me!"

"Fuck!  Let go you fuckface!"

"Never!  I shall drag you down to the depths of MMMMMPH-!"

SPLASH

Yuna crashed back into the ocean, clutching the hoodie Ryujin had slithered out of as she rushed back towards the shore.

"Man squirt, you really suck at this."

"Fuck off Ryujin!  I'll get you yet!"

"As if,"  Ryujin responded as she lit a cigarette.  "You're all talk."

"Am not!"  Yuna shouted back as they began rising out of the ocean.  "You better run like hell Ryujin."

"Why? I'm not scared of you."

"Really?"

Yuna postured and Ryujin took a step back, watching as Yuna stared her down.

"You're so scared."

"In your dreams Squirt."

Yuna dashed towards the shore as Ryujin rushed onto the sand.

"Get back here Ryujin!"

"Why don't you make me beanstalk!"

"You're gonna regret that!"

"You got her Yuna!"

"Hey!  What are you-?!"

Ryujin jumped onto the table that Lia had placed, stepping on the far edge to force the table to tip over.  She stumbled to the other side as the table crashed to the ground behind her before she pushed the table. It clattered towards Yuna who leapt over the table to land on the other side of Ryujin before swerving to crash right on top of her.

"Fuck!  Yuna!"

"Hah!  Who's the fuckface now?!"

"Still you dumbass."

"What are you two doing?!"

The two stopped their laughter and pushes as they both looked up at a fuming Lia.  Ryujin smirked.

"Come on, Princess.  Don't tell me you came to the beach just to be a bitch about things."

"Excuse me?!"

"Hey, come on Lia!"  Yuna whined as they rose from the sand.  "We're just trying to have some fun!"

"This isn't the time for fun!"  Lia seethed.  "We need to get this beach cleaned up!"

"The necessity of that is debatable," Chaeryoung stated, bringing a speaker while she scrolled through her phone.

"Chaeryoung?  How can you be so casual about this?!"

Ryujin rolled her eyes as she walked away.  If Lia was gonna be pissy about everything then Ryujin could do without.

"Aw, mad Lia rejected you?"

"Fuck off Yeji," Ryujin cussed as she jumped to sit on the table.  "This is a fucking waste of time."

"I mean, no one's stopping you from walking."

Ryujin leaned back on the table as she flipped Yeji off.  Yeji just laughed as she leaned against the table's edge.

"Come on, Lia's just got a lot going on.  She'll be falling back into your arms in no time."

"God, I swear your so fucking brainless," Ryujin groaned as she kicked herself back upright.  "Nothing's gonna happen between me and the princess."

"You don't know that."

"Please, how many words has she even said to me this week?"

"Well," Yeji scratched the back of her head.  "Yeah… but it's not like you've made any effort to reach out to her either."

"And why would I waste my time?"  Ryujin asked while lighting a second cigarette.

"Because you care."

"As if," Ryujin responded as she let her smoke rise to the cloudy sky.

"Then… You're still here because?"

Ryujin shrugged.  "The bus stop's too far away."

"Sure it is.  I mean, why would you walk all the way over there when the Princess is over here."

"Yeah, whose life would I make miserable on the bus?" Ryujin answered with a puff of her cigarette as Yeji rolled her eyes.  "Speaking of, you finally stopped being afraid of talking to girls to reach out to Noemi?"

Yeji sighed, gaze drooping to the table as she remained frozen for a moment.

"I'll take that as a sign."

"Sign of what?"

"Sign that something bad happened."

"Nothing bad happened," Yeji answered as she shook her head to leave her gaze in the sand.  She pulled out her vape as she blew her own smoke into the air.

"And you shut up for once in your life because…?"

"Look, I'm only gonna tell you because I know you won't tell Yuna."

"Who said I wouldn't tell?"

"I just know you won't," Yeji responded as she shook her head lightly.

"Noemi and I are hanging out Friday."

Ryujin betrayed no emotion.  She kept her gaze blankly fixed on the ground as she took another drag of her cigarette.

"As friends, or...?"

"I…" Yeji sighed as she fiddled with the vape in her hand.  "I don't know."

"You nervous?"

"Psh, as if!  I mean, come on, she's just some girl.  What's the worst that's gonna happen?"

"You tell me."

Yeji sighed out a breath that left smokey strawberries wafting into the air.

"Maybe it was a-"

"UGH!!! I HATE EVERYONE!!!"

Yuna stormed over towards the duo, snagging the cigarette from Ryujin's hands and taking a drag.

"FUCK!" Yuna coughed out as the smoke weezed out of their thin frame.  "God, that was a bad idea."

"Live and learn Squirt."

"What's got you so worked up Yuna?"

"Look."

Both heads followed the weak pointing of their hacking friend who was directing their gazes towards Lia and Chaeryoung who were talking to a girl significantly taller than the two.  She kept on pushing the long bangs of her short hair out of her face as a crowd of other girls got to work cleaning the beach behind them.

"Who's that?"

"That's Zoey McCallister," Yuna responded in a frustrated groan.  "She's the most full of themself teenager on the planet."

"I don't know, it might be warranted with a body like that.  Seriously, lesbians kill for a girl with those biceps!"

"I know!  Which is why Ryujin needs to get over there and distract Lia!"

"Wha- Hey!" Ryujin shouted as she stumbled towards Yuna's pull.  "What the fuck's your problem Squirt?!"

"I'm not the one with a problem!"  Yuna sternly answered as her pace never wavered.  "I swear, Zoey thinks she's so great just because she might get invited to the Olympics."

"Wait, she's an Olympic athlete?!  Damn Ryujin, you got some real competition."

"Fuck off Yeji!"

"And it's not like she's even made it yet!"  Yuna continued shouting.  "Besides, she's competing in swimming!   Like, at least do something cool if you're doing a sport!"

"Yuna!  Would it possibly be too much to ask that you show some manners today?!"  Lia shouted over her obnoxiously loud cousin.

"If you're hanging with her then yes!"

Lia groaned before turning back to her new guest.  "I am so sorry for my cousin's behavior."

"Actually, they're a lot more tame than the school's PA announcements let on."

"Lies!  Ryujin, attack!"

"Nah thanks.  No offense, but this seems like a 'you' problem Yuna."

Yuna groaned as the girl smiled at the duo.

"So you're the friends Chaeryoung was talking about," she responded in a friendly tone.  "It's awesome to meet you.  My name is Zoey."

"I'm Yeji, and this is Ryujin."

Ryujin gave a nod as Yuna whined.

"Yeji!  Stop being so nice!"

"Yuna…"

"What?!  It's not like she's a real Olympic athlete."

"You're right, I'm not... yet," Zoey responded with a bright smile as she pumped her fist in a flex.  "So I'm gonna do everything I can to crush the next National competition."

Yeji stared at Zoey for a moment before turning her red face away.

"Damn, I should reconsider my body goals."

"Aw, I'm flattered," Zoey responded with a laugh.  "If you want, I could give you some tips."

"Really?!"

"NO!!!"  Yuna interjected as they stepped between Yeji and Zoey.  "Come on, you're not that great!  And I can prove it!"

"Really?"  Zoey responded in her typical friendly manner.  "Wanna race to that pier?"

"Bet!  Get set go!"

Yuna booked it across the beach as Zoey rushed after, quickly closing the gap from Yuna's lead as they both rushed across the sand.

"Looks like Noemi's the one who needs to worry about competition."

"Oh fuck off Ryujin.  Say Lia, wha-?!"

Yeji turned to speak with Lia only to find her chatting with some other people that the duo hadn't been introduced to.

"Damn, a lot more people showed up to this gig than I was expecting."

"This is just the women's swim team," Chaeryoung responded as she lugged a garbage bag across the beach.  "They're pretty regular supporters of my campaign."

"Damn," Yeji responded as she looked around.  "I gotta say Chae, you sure know how to get it."

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes in response.

"Say, Chae," Ryujin asked slowly, her gaze drifting as aimlessly as the smoke leaving her breath.  "Is everyone at your school like... that?"

Chaeryoung shrugged.  "I suppose that would depend.  What do you mean by 'like that?'"

Ryujin's head tilted as her gaze barely turned towards the two bodies slowly disappearing to the other side of the beach.

"Like… I don't know... important?"

A pause settled over them as the smoke drifted between the three of them.

"You good, RJ?"

Ryujin gave a soft chuckle to Yeji's questions.  "I thought you knew me better," she responded as she sent her smoke cloud to the sky.

"I'm always good."

---

Lia rushed to comb as much seaweed out of the sand as her small fingers could manage.

Why did it seem like everyone was showing up now?  The party didn't start for another four hours!

"Here, let me help you with that."

Lia looked up before backing away as a girl dragged a garden rake through the sand.  She lifted it out pitchfork-style to unearth a collection of seaweed that clung to the rake's fingers.

"Huh, I never would've considered trying that," Lia admitted before turning to the girl.  "Of course, I also never would've thought to bring a rake to the beach."

"Yeah, it may have been a random idea, but I had thought it might've been helpful last year so I made sure to pack one for today."

Lia smiled lightly as she turned towards the girl.  "You do this often?"

"Come on, anyone who's anyone shows up for Chaeryoung's beach campaign."

"Really?"  Lia responded as she looked around the filthy beach.  "Why?"

"Well…" the girl responded as she turned to another that Lia hadn't been introduced to yet.  A mischevious smirk crossed the face of Lia's guest as she dumped the seaweed contents on the stranger who'd just arrived.

"WAHHH!!!  JESSIE!!!"

"Hey Sydney.  Say, since I have your attention, can you help me with my algebra homework."

Sydney grabbed a bundle of seaweed before flicking it back on Jessie.  "Tell me: what's 5n+0?"

"I thought that you were supposed to use x's in algebra."

Sydney glared at the laughing girl before brushing some seaweed off her shoulder and walking away.

"Hey, wait!  Come back!"

Lia rolled her eyes as she continued to pick empty cans up from the beach.

"How are you doing Lia?"

Her eyes perked up as the contagious smile of Chaeryoung warmed her features.

"I think I'm doing alright."

"Surprised by the event?"

"Honestly, I've come to expect this sort of thing from you, but I didn't think it'd actually work," Lia stated as she leaned back against the table with a sigh.  "How did you convince the whole school that spending the last weekend of the summer cleaning up a beach would be worth their time?"

"Well, as a quick correction, I don't have the power to get the entire school here."

Lia rolled her eyes.  "You got the debate club, the swim team, the science club and the school orchestra all to show up here on a Saturday of all days."

"What can I say?  Networking is a very powerful thing."

"That gets adolescents to give up the last Saturday of summer to do community service?"

"Trust me, it was much harder the first year… but Zoey made it easier."

"I suppose having an Olympian endorsement does have its perks."

"It does, at the beginning, but once people arrive they find that there's something more valuable to be gained here."

"And what's that?"

"HEY WHO WANTS TO PLAY VOLLEYBALL!?!"

There was a stream of cheers as a crowd of teenagers rushed to the net that now stood upon clear light sand.

"Let's do it!"

"Let's go!"

"You all better watch out, I'mma own this!"

"Psh, as if!  Check this out, Bill Nye Jr. thinks he's gonna beat us."

"Don't act so high and mighty, you may be good in the water, but I bet none of you mermaids know how to volley."

A chorus of 'oooooohs' echoed over the beach as Chaeryoung laughed.  "Somehow Frances always knows how to bury himself into a hole."

"You know Frances too?!"

"Well, he's here isn't he?"

Lia rolled her eyes.  It really shouldn't have surprised her that Chaeryoung also knew the co-head of the science team who already was getting scouted by colleges with chemical engineering scholarships even though he was only starting his sophomore year.

"Hey!  You two slackers joining?!"

Chaeryoung's smile brightened as Zoey rushed towards them.

"Of course!"

"And what about you, President Lia?"

Lia immediately blushed at being addressed as such.

"I- well- I'm not really much of a volleyball player."

"Then be on my team.  I got your back."

"Like hell you do!"

Yuna rushed onto the scene as Lia groaned.

"Yuna…"

"Lia's gonna be on my team!"

"Really now?"

"No!"  Lia shouted as she planted her hands on Yuna's shoulders to look them in the eyes.  "Yuna, I love you dearly, but I'm going to join Zoey's team."

"Mutiny!  Ryujin, do something!"

"Nah."

"Awww…."

"Don't worry Yuna, we got this," Yeji responded as she slung an arm around her newfound volleyball partner.

"Yeah, we're gonna take you down!"

"Ryujin, you sure you don't want to join?" Chaeryoung asked with a smile that was nothing but supportive.  "I could use a volleyball partner."

Ryujin looked over the crowd before giving a shrug.  "I guess if you're that desperate."

"Yes!"  Zoey cheered as the teams were finally decided.  "With everyone here we can get a legit tournament going!"

"Don't be too excited about it," Yuna responded with a sinister grin.

"I'mma destroy you."

---

Lia collapsed in the sand as she breathed heavily.

"Why would anyone consent to that unorthodox form of torture!"

"Sorry, I missed that one," Zoey responded as she sat in front of Lia looking very intensely at her.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

Lia glared at the four digits before turning back to Zoey.  "I know how to do basic math, thank you very much!"

"I'm just checking to make sure you're not concussed!" Zoey whined loudly.  "Like, why didn't you tell me your cousin could spike like that?!  They're a beastl!"

"Yuna just does anything and everything," Lia responded with an eyeroll.  "And I'm fine.  I was just a little dizzy for a moment."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely."

Zoey sighed heavily as she crashed on the beach next to Lia.  "That's good.  I was worried I'd permanently damaged our future president."

Lia rolled her eyes.  "Why do you keep calling me that?"

"Why shouldn't I?  I mean, come on, there's no way you're not gonna beat Parker.  Just about everyone hates him."

"Even so, I'm not much more favorable for a lot of reasons."

Zoey shook her head.  "Sure, you were homeschooled because someone felt like it was their  business to spread your business.  That happens in a school full of superficial idiots, but... honestly...

Zoey sighed, her gaze drifted over to the ocean, with a smile causing her eyes to shine with optimism as if she were literally staring at a sea that showed her all possibilities.

"I think that's what makes you so cool."

Lia quirked an eyebrow.

"Me?  Seriously?"

"Of course!"  Zoey answered honestly.  "I mean, have you seen our school?  Sure, there are a lot of conformers, but there are so many of us who just want to be able to be ourselves.  Of course, there's a lot of pressure to be what others think we should be, but then there's you."

Zoey paused with a shrug.  "I mean, yeah, it wasn't your choice, but everyone knows you're... well... different.  And, despite it all, you continue to push forward and carve a space for yourself.  You're not afraid to try, regardless of the consequences."

Lia looked up at Zoey for a moment, her expression so full of enthusiasm that it weighed on Lia's gaze.

"I'm not as admirable as you think."

Zoey shrugged, "Perhaps not, but that doesn't make me think you're any less incredible."

Lia chuckled with a shake of her head.  "You realize who you're talking to, right?  I'm hardly deserving of such praise."

"You're way too hard on yourself."

"Only because I deserve it."

"But you also deserve a second chance.  Everyone does."

"Maybe everyone else..." Lia answered as her fingers dug into the sand.  "Just not me."

Zoey tilted her head towards Lia who fiddled with the sand beneath her.  It flowed through her fingers like fragmented memories she couldn't quite grasp.

"I really hurt Aubrey before.  I didn't mean to, but... I did…" Lia sighed as she threw her head up to the sky.

"Is it really worth trying if I might just hurt someone again in the process?"

Zoey shrugged.  "Nobody's perfect.  But if you don't give yourself the chance to try again, how can you know if you've gotten any better?  Besides, if you're asking yourself those questions, then you clearly care.  It's just a matter of trusting yourself that you'll do whatever you can to do things right this time."

Lia paused as she processed what was said to her.  Her gaze landed to her left hand as her thumb began tracing invisible words that were once imprinted there only to disappear and leave her staring at a now blank palm.

"You doing alright?"

"Yeah," Lia responded as a light smile etched her lips.  "Thank you, Zoey.  I… think there's someone I need to speak to."

"Sounds good.  Also, tell Yuna I approve of them trashing Parker's place."

Lia gave an exasperated sigh.  "Zoey, please don't tell me you condone that behavior."

"Why not?  Parker needs to learn not to mess with the swim team."

Lia rolled her eyes as she rose from the ground.  "I make no promises.  Though they may appreciate hearing from you directly."

"Hah, as if."

Lia chuckled as she brushed herself off.  "Regardless, it was a pleasure getting to chat with you."

"Definitely!  See you around school?"

Lia smiled as she looked over the beach.  The peers she was so terrified to face now danced wildly on the surf as someone had brought tiki torches to light under the stars.

"Of course," Lia responded as she felt lighter than she ever had before.

"I'll be sure to see you there."

---

The end of Ryujin's cigarette burned in the fading sunset as she looked out towards nowhere in particular.

TING

 

From: yj

yo rj! Wher u @?

 

To: yj

y do u care?

 

From: yj

oof, touchy much?

 

Ryujin rolled her eyes as her phone 'TING'd once more.

 

From: yj

princess is lookin 4 u ;)

 

Ryujin stared at the message, letting the cigarette burn in her fingers as the phone's light burned in her eyes.

 

To: yj

went home

 

She shoved the phone in her back pocket as she stared down the road.  Why did the bus driver always take their sweetass time getting anywhere?

TING

Ryujin sighed as she looked at her phone as more messages piled in.

 

From: princess

Thank you all so much for making this such a fantastic evening.  Shall we meet at the Hussey Hole tomorrow to celebrate a campaign well done?

 

From: capt. squirt

YEEEESSS!!!!!

 

From: yj

hells ya!

 

From: brainiac

That sounds like a wonderful idea.

 

From: princess

And Ryujin?  Would you like to join us?

 

Ryujin closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply.

 

From: rj

i'l think bout it

 

She stomped her cigarette into the ground as the bus arrived.  Lia didn't need her.  Lia didn't care about her.  She had Zoey McBiceps or whatever looking out for her.  Ryujin didn't need to waste her time pretending to care about Lia.

She crashed in the back seat as she stared at her reflection in the window.

She knew what she was.  She'd never be good enough for Lia.  And that was fine.

Lia would be happier with Zoey anyways.

And that was all that mattered.

Chapter 18: Be in Love

Notes:

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains implied references to sexual assault and underage sex. None of the descriptions are very graphic but they are present so please use your discretion.

In any case, thank you all for your support and I hope you all enjoy the latest addition in The Time of Our Lives!

Lia sat on the couch as she stared at the hands in her lap.  The joyous banter of her cousin and her cousin's best friend chimed in the air as little more than buzzing excitement as Lia's gaze remained fixed on the dark wooden floor boards in front of her feet.

"Dammit!  Ugh, that wasn't fair!  Come on Chae, best sixteen out of thirty-one!"

"If you insist."

The triumphant music quickly returned with the sounds of animated chaos as Lia's gaze never waivered.  The ground continued to transfix Lia, leaving her trapped in her own thoughts as if a witch was casting a spell to trap her in a world of her own illusions.

"Ugh, dammit all!  Hey, Lia!  Come help your favorite cousin out!"

"I would appreciate an ally as well."

"No!  Lia!  Don't betray me!"

Lia sighed as she shook her head.  "I appreciate the offer, but I'd like to pass."

Yuna's eyes suddenly turned somber as Chaeryoung offered a warm smile.

"Try not to fret too much Lia.  I promise you, they'll be here."

"But… how can you be sure?"  Lia asked, anxiety tinging her voice.  "It's already seven, and we really shouldn't be up too much later with-"

"No!  Don't say it!"

Lia rolled her eyes as Chaeryoung giggled lightly.

"Regardless, we can't stay up all night."

"And I'm certain they will be here soon."

"Yeah, they'd never bail without telling us," Yuna answered cheerily before handing the controller to Lia.  "So… come on!  You know you wanna play~"

Lia chuckled lightly as a smile crept onto her face.

"Fine, but only one match."

"Yes!  Chae I swear you're going-!"

CREEEEE

"Hey bitches, miss me?"

Lia's gaze immediately shot up before she leapt from the couch and rushed over to the door.  "You made it!"

"'Course we did!  Like we were gonna miss-"

"Hey, I'm joining the next Bust'em match."  Ryujin brushed past Lia to settle onto the couch next to Chaeryoung as Yuna amicably bantered with the new challenger.  Lia's heart dropped in her chest.

"Hey," Yeji called quietly to get Lia's attention.  "You doing okay?"

Lia sighed as she hugged one of her elbows.  "I'm fine… It's nothing to worry about."

"I doubt that, but I won't pry if you don't wanna talk about it."

Lia released a light chuckle.  "Practicing some self-restraint right now, are you?"

"Hey, I can tell when things are too serious to joke about," Yeji responded with a comforting smile.  "Just… don't feel like you can't talk to anyone about what's going on.  It can feel pretty lonely keeping secrets."

"Hm…" Lia's lips curved in a mischievous smirk as she turned towards Yeji.  "Is that why Ryujin said that, 'you're more annoying when you have a secret?'"

"Ugh, you would remember that random shit since Ryujin said it," Yeji responded with an eyeroll.  "Look, yeah, I've got something happening but please don't tell Yuna.  It's not that I don't love him but this is just something I wanna keep low-key... and I know Yuna's reaction will be anything but."

Lia giggled lightly.  "I suppose I can forget this conversation if you do."

"Nah, we don't need to do that," Yeji responded with a laugh.  "Just don't make me regret telling you that and I'll be sure to have your back."

"I can agree to that," Lia responded with a small smile as Yeji gave her a light punch to the shoulder.

"Well, we better get on with this.  Hey!  Save a match for me and the lil cuz!"

Yeji strode over to the loveseat, taking the spot nearest the tv which left the spot next to the couch Ryujin was sitting on open.

"Missed getting your ass whupped Yeji?"

"You're so going down this time Ryujin!  Me and Lia are gonna own you!"

"Psh, good luck with that."

"Hey!  Don't have that kind of attitude with me!  I've gotten better!"

"Sure you have."

Lia's lips tightened as she looked at Ryujin,  eyes glued to the television refusing to look away.

"You're gonna eat those words!  Right Lia?"

Lia nodded with a determined hum.

"Right!"

"Hey Ryujin, wanna be a team?"

"Sorry Squirt.  You know I don't do sidekicks."

"Hey!"

"It's alright Yuna, you can join us in overthrowing Ryujin's shitty tyranny."

"Hells yeah!"

"Wait!  Chaeryoung, don't you want to play?"

"I appreciate the thought Lia, but I'm more than content watching."

"It's okay, Chae and I can switch each game."

"Looks like we're all set then," Yeji announced before hitting start.  "Let the games begin!"

Lia honed all of her focus on the screen as the characters descended onto the field.  They all looked over their surroundings, scouting the characters' positions as plans of attack ran rampant in their minds.

START

The characters took off on the screen as Gina leapt into the air to fire away at the ground beneath her.  Rorick dodged out of the way as Circlo and Speaker Squeak got caught in the fire.

"Hey no fair!"

"Ugh, this game is insufferable!"

"Don't worry, I got her!"

Rorick rushed onto a platform and leapt into the air, readying their blade as they slammed it down onto their airborne assailant.

"Missed fucker."

Gina twisted in midair as Rorick crashed back to the ground.

"Fuck you Ryujin, I'll get you yet!"

Gina landed on the ground as Speaker Squeak whipped their cord-like tail towards Gina who side-stepped past their attack, arriving behind them as they smashed their gun's grip against Circlo who was blown back.  Gina then did a low sweep kick against Speaker Squeak as Criclo rushed forward with a right jab.  Gina backhandsprang over the attack and began firing their laser pistol before Rorick showed up and countered the attack.

"Fuck!"

"Hah!  How ya like that Ryujin!"

Gina side-stepped past Rorick before backhandspringing past Circlo and Speaker Squeak.

"Fuck off Yeji, I'm still kicking all of your asses."

"Then why are you running?"

Gina leapt off the stage with Speaker Squeak following, the camera zooming out to show the depth to which they were falling before Gina backflipped to land in a small cavern area beneath the grassy stage as Speaker Squeak crashed off camera.

"And thus Speaker Squeak has fallen to their demise."

"You don't need to say it like that, Chaeryoung!"

The girl in question laughed as Lia grimaced.  She turned towards Ryujin who looked back at her with a smug smirk.

"Don't look at me like that!  You didn't even knock me out!"

"Sure I didn't-"

The statement was interrupted as Circlo arrived in the cave, falling into a body slam that Gina blocked with a bubble shield.  Rorick then threw their sword towards Gina before a flash caused them to arrive right in front of her.  Gina sidestepped past Rorick's blade before getting hit by a shockwave sent by Speaker Squeak.

Ryujin grimaced, looking at Lia who gave an overly cheerful smile.

"Hah!  I told you not to count me out!"

"Don't get too cocky, you only have two lives left."

Gina rushed forward and did a sliding kick that Speaker Squeak leapt over.

"See!  I told you I wasn't going down that easily!"

"Whatever," Ryujin responded with a smile that betrayed her amusement.

"You're all still going down."

The match continued with excited banter, Chaeryoung's occasional commentary and Ryujin slaying the stage as Lia struggled to stay alive until the very end.

"Come on Lia!  You've got this!"

"I know you're not being serious!  Ryujin still has two of her three lives left!"

"Lia, you gotta win this!  You'll be my favoritest cousin ever if you do!"

"I'm your only cousin!"

"You'll be mine too!"

"Yeji, we're not related!"

"And Speaker Squeak is now found barreling off the stage."

"Not you too Chae!"

"Give up yet Princess?"

"Like hell!"

Speaker Squeak jumped back towards the stage before using their cordlike tail to helicopter them back.

"That's cute."

Gina rushed off the stage, launching herself towards the robotic mouse before performing a drill kick that sent Speaker Squeak crashing off screen.

FINISH!!!

Lia dropped her controller as her mouth gaped at the confetti that fell over the screen.

GINA GUNN WINS!!!

"Better luck next time Princess."

"Awww, that was soooooooo close!"

"Meh, we all knew this was gonna happen."

"It still made for an entertaining moment."

"It did," Lia responded with a short pause.  "How do you evade every attack?"

"You just dodge."

"Which button is that?"

"It's not a button.  It's like… well… Here, I can show ya."

Lia scooted closer as she watched Ryujin's fingers glide over the controller.  She was vaguely aware of Yuna saying something that she waved off dismissively.  Something about Yeji wanting to look at his makeup collection or some such.  She didn't pay attention as instead her focus was glued to Ryujin,  her voice becoming a soft hum as Lia's eyes drifted towards Ryujin's face.  Her brows furrowed slightly in concentration as she tried to explain what she was doing while periodically checking the television to ensure Gina was following her silent commands.

"And that's all the dodge controls.  You get all that Princess?"

Ryujin turned to look towards Lia who still had her gaze fixed on the gamer as Ryujin now caught sight of her stare.  Lia's face flared as she immediately tore her gaze away.

"I- um-"

"Yeah, that was a waste of time," Ryujin stated as she set the controller on the ottoman.  She rose from the couch as Lia rushed up from her spot.

"Wait!  Ryujin, I didn't mean to upset you."

"I'm not-! It's whatever.  Where the fuck are the others?"

"Wait!  Ryujin!"

"What Princess?!  What the fuck do you want from me?!"

Lia stepped back from the sheer volume of Ryujin's voice as her brows furrowed into a glare.

"I… I don't…"

"Hey, is everything alright out here?"

"Fuck!"  Ryujin cussed before she left the apartment.  The door slammed shut, causing Lia to flinch at the sound.

"Dammit, Lia what happened?"

Lia shook her head to Yeji's question as thoughts struggled to make themselves coherent.  "I don't… I mean, she was showing me how to play and I… I didn't pay attention, but…"

Yeji groaned as she strode towards the door.

"I swear, that fucking drama queen."

The door slammed a second time as Lia flinched once more.

What was happening?

"Lia… are you okay?"

Lia turned towards Yuna and Chaeryoung, both looking on at her in quiet sympathy as Lia let her gaze drift.

"I… I'm fine.  I'm gonna head home."

She brushed past the duo, leaving a bewildered pair of friends in her wake.

"But… Lia, wait!"

"Yuna, please!"

Yuna froze at the command.  Lia's clenched fists whitened as they held fast to the door.

"Just… leave me alone."

She slammed the door behind her, leaning against it as her eyes drifted across the ceiling.

What had just happened?

She scoffed at the question as tears bled out of the corners of her eyes.

She messed up.

It had to have been something she did.  She always screws up when it comes to the people she cares about most.  That had to be why Ryujin pushed her away.

God, why did she have to mess everything up?!

She sniffled lightly before wiping her eyes.

It didn't matter.  School was starting up again.  She would go back to the regular routine of trying to be as invisible as possible.

And the memories of this summer would be nothing more than a memory.

---

Ryujin stomped her way down the abandoned streets as she tried to keep her mind occupied with anything but the one thought that kept crashing to the front of her brain.

That was so fucking stupid.

This was so fucking stupid!

God, why did Lia have to be like that?!  They were perfectly fine hating and ignoring each other for the past week, so why did Lia suddenly decide to pretend like she cared again?!  Nothing was gonna happen between them.  Why couldn't Lia fucking figure that out?!

"Ryujin!"

Ryujin tensed her shoulders to her ears as she pretended she didn't hear.  Why couldn't anyone just leave her the fuck alone?!

"Hey!  Don't walk away from me!"

"Fuck off, Yeji!"

"Like hell I will!" Yeji shouted.  She grabbed Ryujin by the shoulder, forcing her to turn around.  "What the fuck gives Ryujin?!  I know you didn't get mad because Lia didn't listen to your stupid-ass gaming tutorial."

"God, you're so fucking brain dead, Yeji."

"Scratch that," Yeji responded with a single eyebrow raised.   "Maybe you are that fucking petty."

"Yeah, you can think what you want.  I don't give a shit."

"That's a lie."

"No it isn't Yeji!" Ryujin shouted.  Her fingers began to twitch at her sides as heat rushed to her face.  "I don't give a shit about you, your friends or the fucking princess!  When will you all fucking open your eyes and realize that!"

"Because we all know it's a fucking lie!  And, if it wasn't, you would've ran your worthless ass to Aurora like the little bitch you are!"

Ryujin snapped.  She threw a right punch towards Yeji whose eyes widened at the fist coming towards her.  She immediately moved behind Ryujin, wrapping her arms around her and pinning her arms at her sides as she dropped them both to the ground.

WOOOOOMPFFF

"Fuck!  Yeji!  Let me go!"

"No."

"God, I swear your so fucking dead Yeji!  I swear I'll fucking kill you!"

"That's okay," Yeji responded softly as she hugged Ryujin tighter.  "Just let it all out."

Ryujin screamed loudly, causing Yeji to flinch at the sound as she struggled to keep her grip on the flailing Ryujin.

"You're so fucking dead Yeji!  I'mma fucking kill you!  I swear to God, I'll… I'll…"

Ryujin's screams began to die down into whimpers as the once booming shrieks were transformed into quiet sobs.

"I'll… I'll…"

Ryujin clenched her eyes shut as the tears continued to flow.

"Yeji…"

Yeji hummed at the quiet whimper which caused the tears to flow harder.  Ryujin bit her lip, desperate for any way to stop the tears.

"Can you let me up… please…"

Yeji slowly let her arms relax as she helped pull up Ryujin.  The girl continued to sob, messily wiping away her tears as Yeji soothingly moved a strand of Ryujin's hair out of the way.

"What's got you so mad?"

"Fuck, I'm not… God-"

Ryujin sniffled as she stretched her sleeve to the palm of her hand to use it to wipe her tears.

"I'm so fucking pathetic."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because it's fucking true," Ryujin rasped.  "Like, God, look at me…  This is pathetic!"

"What's pathetic about it?"

"That I'm fucking falling apart!  That you're seeing me like this!  That this is all because of-!"

The tears streamed down as Ryujin shook her head.

"She can't like me back Yeji."

"Why not?"

"Because she just can't Yeji!" Ryujin shouted.  "She deserves someone better!  Someone who doesn't spend all their time getting high, stealing tips and fucking drunk bitches in public bathrooms!'"

Ryujin paused to sniffle as she shook her head once more.

"I'm a fucking mess Yeji.  Literally anyone else would be better for Lia than me."

"Ryujin…"

Yeji slowly pulled Ryujin closer before drawing her into the tightest hug she could muster.

"You're an incredible person, you know that?"

Ryujin remained frozen in place, processing what was happening before releasing a bitter chuckle as her hands slowly reached back to clutch at Yeji's shirt.

"You're fucking shitting me right?  You heard what I said.  I'm a shitty person!"

"Ryujin, your life is a shitshow, but that doesn't reflect who you are," Yeji responded soothingly as she stroked Ryujin's back.  "You're caring and kind and thoughtful in ways that are subtle and considerate.  We all see it."

Ryujin sniffed as Yeji pulled away just enough to wipe the tears from Ryujin's face.

"And I promise you, Lia sees that too."

Ryujin sighed as she shook her head.  "God this so pathetic."

"What? That you're crushing on Lia?  There's nothing wrong with being in love, you know?"

"That's not what I was going for."

Yeji quirked an eyebrow before a light smile crossed her face.  She placed a hand on Ryujin's shoulder as she offered her sincerest smile.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with having friends either.  No matter what happens, I got your back."

Ryujin rolled her eyes as she smiled through a sniff.  "You just wanna fish for gossip."

"Hey!  Not true!  Who would I tell anyways?  I just like teasing you two."

Ryujin released a chuckle.  "I swear, you're such an ass sometimes."

"Hey, I'm no worse than you are," Yeji responded as she nudged Ryujin's shoulder.  "But seriously, I'm here whenever you need."

"Yeah…" Ryujin responded softly.  She stared at the pavement beneath her.  She felt like thoughts were trying to surface, but she just couldn't quite grasp any of them.

"Welp, since we got that conversation out of the way… want me to walk you home?"

"Nah… I think… I might just hang… you know, for a little bit."

"Alright," Yeji responded as she stood up and dusted herself off.  "Just let me know if there's anything I can do for ya."

"Sure," Ryujin responded, taking the hand Yeji offered before being lifted off the ground.  "No promises though."

"I figured as much," Yeji responded with a laugh.  "Still, the offer stands."

"I know," Ryujin said softly.  "By the way, Yeji…"

"Yeah?"

Ryujin swallowed lightly before shoving her hands in her jean pockets.

"Just… thanks…"

Ryujin paused as she shrugged her shoulders.  "I… I needed that."

Yeji's eyes widened before she beamed her brightest smile.  "I mean, of course Ryujin!  That's what friends are for!  Of course, I probably didn't need to cuss you out and tackle you to the ground."

"I don't know, it does takes a fucking lot to get me to listen sometimes."

"I'll keep that in mind," Yeji responded with a laugh.  "You sure you don't wanna head home?"

"Nah, I'm good.  There's something I wanna do now anyways."

"Want some help?"

"Nah, I think this is something I just need to do on my own… But thanks."

"Of course Ryujin," Yeji responded with a smile.  "Welp, have a good rest of your night.  I'll see you tomorrow."

"Sure, you take care Yeji."

Ryujin sent Yeji a nod who waved back at her before disappearing in the nightlit streets.  Ryujin sighed.  Only one thing left to do.

She reached for her phone before scrolling through her contacts.

 

To: princess

hey…

look idk if u wana hear from me right now but thers sumthin i need 2 tel u

 

Ryujin bit her lip as she typed out her next message.  Her thumb hovered over the send button before she finally mustered the strength to give Lia the words she owed her the most.

 

To: princess

im sry

Chapter 19: Trust Me

Notes:

Hello everyone and welcome back to The Time of Our Lives! Of course I had to do a chapter for Trust Me so let's get that rolling out now! I also want to say thank you all so much for all of your support. I'm pretty spazzy about checking for kudos, comments, and hits so I appreciate all of you for all the support you've given this fic! Thank you all for your support and I look forward to bringing this back after ITZY's next comeback! Anyways, thanks again and please kudos, comment, but most of all, enjoy.

Lia stared up at her room's ceiling as she bit her lip to try to stop the tears.

This was so foolish.

She sniffled as she used her palm to roughly dry her tears.

Ryujin was just some girl who she barely even knew.  Why was she getting so worked up over her?  It's not like she and Ryujin would ever see each other as more than mere acquaintances.  Why did she care so much about her?

TING

 

From: Shin Ryujin

hey…

look idk if u wana hear from me right now but thers sumthin i need 2 tel u

 

Lia's eyes burned from the phone's light mixing with her tears as her fingers slowly hovered over the keyboard.

 

To: Shin Ryujin

What do you need to-

 

TING

 

From: Shin Ryujin

im sry

 

Tears leaked out of Lia's eyes as she quickly wiped them away.

 

To: Shin Ryujin

Where are you?

 

From: Shin Ryujin

y

 

To: Shin Ryujin

Just tell me.

 

Lia watched in anticipation as three dots appeared on her phone only to stop abruptly.

"Come on, open up for once in your-"

TING

 

From: Shin Ryujin

peblston prk

 

To: Shin Ryujin

Don't move, I'll be there soon.

 

She quickly grabbed a sweater as she rushed towards her bedroom door and ran down the hall before coming to a screeching halt.

Dammit!  What was Mrs. Stuart doing here this late?!

She looked around the corner of the hallway as Mrs. Stuart giggled at something that… wait a minute, who was that guy?!  Was Mrs. Stuart bringing guys over to her house?!

Gag.

Ugh, focus!  This was not the time to be worrying about that!  Ryujin was waiting at the park for her and-!

She glared back past the hallway wall only to see the man move closer to Mrs. Stuart.

Double gag.  They were gonna be there forever!

…

But maybe this could work in her favor.

Maybe...

She pulled out her phone, opening her camera app as she zoomed in closer on the duo.

CLICK

Lia rushed back down the hall towards her room as sheclosed her door a little too quickly while she leaning against it to breathe heavily.  They didn't hear her, did they?

She released a sigh as silence continued to dominate the other side of her door.  Nothing.  She gave a sigh as she oushed herself off the door.  Mrs. Stuart probably wasn't going to chase after her anyways, but who knows if she and her little boy toy would still be in the entry hall.  Seriously, how difficult was it to find a room?!  This mansion had plenty of them!

Ugh, whatever.

That just left her one recourse.

She steeled her resolve as she stepped towards the window.  How difficult could it be?  Yuna climbed through windows all the time!  Lia being older had to give her some advantage, right?

She inhaled deeply before she threw open the newly refurbished window.  She could do this!  Just take it one step at a time.  Right leg over the sill, be sure to steady yourself and-

KYAA-!

CRASH

---

Ryujin sat on the park table as she blew her smoke up to the dark night sky.  The stars seemed just as dim here as they did back at Rustin's.  Maybe Greenstone was just too shitty a place for the stars to bother to look down at.

Ryujin took another drag of her cigarette, lighting the night before sending her own clouds into the atmosphere.

Their loss.

"Ryujin!"

She turned her head back but her indifferent expression could only last a moment once Lia was in her sights.  Lia's hair was in complete disarray, littered with twigs and leaves as she blew the strands of hair in her face with a huff. Ryujin twisted herself on the table to jump off, chuckling as she approached Lia.

"Holy fuck princess, what happened to you?"

"What do you think happened to me?!" Lia growled.  "You happened!"

"Sure," Ryujin stated with a small smirk as she pulled a leaf out of Lia's hair.  If it was anyone else she had met like this Ryujin would've made a dirty joke, but this wasn't just anyone.

This was 'the princess.'

"Whatever you say..."

Lia's features softened as Ryujin's eyes remained focused on her hair, slowly pulling the debris that decorated her locks.  She hugged one of her elbows as she forced her gaze away.

"I-I apologize.  I shouldn't be so rude."

Ryujin's eyes snapped to attention before a small smile crossed her face.

"Chill out Princess.  We're all used to you being uptight."

"Excuse me?!"

Ryujin laughed, shaking her head at Lia's shrill voice who gave a sigh in response.

"You're doing this on purpose now, aren't you?"

"Wait, you think there was a time when it was an accident?"

Lia rolled her eyes as a smile crossed her face.

"I'm just glad you were willing to see me tonight."

Ryujin's smile died as she focused her gaze on the twig in her hand.  She dropped it to the ground with a heavy sigh.  "It's… no big deal.  And…"

Ryujin took in a huge breath as she shook her head.

"I'm sorry.  I was an ass earlier."

"Ryujin," Lia smiled as she placed Ryujin's hand in her own.

"It's okay.  I was just worried that…"

"Yeah," Ryujin responded, immediately taking her hand back as she lowered her gaze.  "Don't worry about it."

"Ryu-"

"Lia."

Lia stopped dead in her tracks, her mind struggling to comprehend her name being spoken from Ryujin.

"Yes?"

"What do you want from me?"

Lia's mind scrambled.  Didn't Ryujin just ask her this earlier this night?  What if Lia gave the wrong answer?

"What- What do you mean?"

"I mean," Ryujin groaned.  "God this is stupid."

"No!  Wait!  I'm sorry-!"

"Don't-!"  Ryujin inhaled deeply before letting all the air out.  "Don't be sorry, just…"

Ryujin closed her eyes as she focused on her breaths.  She just needed to stay calm.  And maybe a cigarette.

"Here," she finally answered.  "Let's sit down for a minute."

"Okay."  Lia's soft voice was barely audible as she mechanically followed Ryujin to the park bench.  The blonde crashed heavily onto the seat with a sigh.

"Lia," Ryujin began as she kept her gaze pointedly forward.  "I know where this shit is going."

Lia swallowed hard.  "You do?"

"Come on Lia, don't act so dense.  Yeji and Yuna talk about it all the fucking time and it doesn't take a fucking Einstein to figure out you like me."

"I-" Lia immediately looked down to her lap where her fingers fidgeted mercilessly under her squirming.  "I didn't mean for…"

Words failed Lia in the face of this truth.  What was she supposed to say?

"That's not the issue."

Lia turned towards Ryujin, gaze straight forward, refusing to let Lia see what expression she may be carrying.  Lia's brow furrowed slightly.

"Then what is?"

Ryujin shook her head as she raised her right leg to rest her arm on as she lit a cigarette. The smoke she released confidently left her lips as Ryujin's hand trembled slightly against her knee.  Her jeans rose up slightly, revealing a mark on Ryujin's ankle that Lia couldn't make out, but that was the least of Lia's worries.

She'd never seen Ryujin look so nervous.

"Lia… I'm not the kind of person you'd want to date."

Lia swallowed as her heart hammered in her chest.  Why was that one line affecting her so badly?

"Why not?"

The smoke left Ryujin's lips once more as her gaze turned skyward.  "Look, remember that day I planned on skipping town?  Well, this wouldn't have been the first place I left like that.  Every town is the same where I show up, meet some people, then fuck them all over and skip town.  I'm not a good person Lia."

Ryujin's gaze remained upwards as the smoke from her cigarette clouded what little starlight was visible.

"And you can do better.  Trust me, you deserve-"

"Someone who cares about you as much as you care about everyone else?"

Ryujin's brows rose slightly only to immediately retreat back to a smirk.

"Damn, I was hoping you didn't know how to read."

Lia smacked Ryujin's shoulder, but she couldn't deny the smile that graced her face.  There was a lingering feeling that she had said those words to Ryujin before, but that didn't matter.

This was the moment that mattered.

"You know,"  Lia sighed as she turned her gaze away.  "I'm really not as deserving as you think."

She stared at her lap, her thumbs circling each other as she spun her next thought.

"I… I had someone I cared about… a lot…"

Ryujin gave a nod as she took another drag.  "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to."

"I know, but I don't think I can answer your question if I don't."

"You don't need to do that either."

"I know that too, but…"  Her fists clenched before she turned a smile towards Ryujin.

"I don't want to keep pretending forever."

Ryujin's smirk softened as she shook her head.

"Well, I'm not gonna stop you."

"I stop myself more than anything," Lia responded.  A gentle wind blew as Lia watched the trees in the distance, swaying to the wind's movements but unable to step onto the open field before them.  "I'm beginning to realize that's my greatest fault."

Lia sighed, staring at the her thumbs in her lap as she felt Ryujin's warm hand rest on her shoulder.  Lia turned her gaze.  It wasn't the comforting and encouraging smile that Lia was used to from her other friends.  It was the slightly furrowed brows of concern that Ryujin had worn when Lia had returned to her hotel after a horrendous benefits concert on the other side of the country.

Lia couldn't help but smile at the site.

She leaned her head back with a sigh.  "I don't know how much Yuna told all of you, but I had a friend back about five years ago.  I would be lying if I said I wasn't… well, I'd been lying about it ever since."

Lia sighed as she leaned forward to hug her knees.

"I really liked her, but I really hurt her because I was afraid of the truth.  I mean, I still can't admit that I'm a… a…"

"A lesbian?"

Lia groaned.  "I'm so pathetic."

Ryujin shrugged as her cigarette found her lips once more.  "You'll get there."

"But the fact is I'm not there.  And because of that I can't," Lia paused, her eyes catching Ryujin's for just a moment before she pulled them away.

"I can't promise that I wouldn't hurt you like I hurt Aubrey."

The smoke from Ryujin's cigarette cloaked them as the silence rode atop the cloud.

"You don't need to worry about that."

"But I do!"  Lia emphasized as she turned towards Ryujin, gripping her elbow to make sure Ryujin heard.  "You are this fantastic person who isn't afraid to speak your mind and stand up for the people you care about, even when you pretend not to care.  I wish I was good enough to know that I wouldn't do the same thing to you that I did to Aubrey."

Lia bit her lip as she dropped her gaze.

"I just wish I wasn't afraid."

Ryujin snuffed the cigarette against the park bench as Lia refused to meet her gaze.

"You know, maybe you were right about something."

"About what?"

Lia's gaze remained locked on the ground as Ryujin's drifted over Lia.  It seemed like a regular occurence for Lia to seek her out on streetlit nights everytime Ryujin tried to push everyone away.  Her hand waivered as she reached out towards Lia.  Why was her hand shaking so badly?

Lia's gaze darted towards her hand that was now resting under Ryujin's.  She looked up to Ryujin who bore a smile that looked like it was trying to be smug but just came out as uncertain.

"About us being more alike than we'd bother to admit."

Lia's heart raced as she became entranced.  Her hand slowly reached towards Ryujin's face as she stared into her dark eyes that sparkled with stars when they caught the light.  Those eyes were so much like Ryujin, making themselves less noticeable so that everyone else could shine.

Ryujin really deserved someone who cared about her as much as she cared about everyone else.

Her hand stopped, fingers slowly closing in on themselves as Lia turned away.

"I'm sorry."

"It's whatever," Ryujin answered as she took her hand back to light another cigarette.  "So... what now?"

"I don't know," Lia answered softly as her fingers felt cold from the loss of Ryujin's hand on top of hers.  She looked towards Ryujin, sitting there as stoicly as ever as her cigarette smoke continued to light up the sky.  Lia smiled at the sight as she inched closer to lean her head against Ryujin's shoulder.

"Maybe we'll figure it out in the morning."

 

Chapter 20: 마.피.아. In the morning

Notes:

Hey everyone!

First and foremost I want to sincerely apologize for the length of time it took me to get this chapter out. I wish I could say that I'll get the next chapters out sooner, but, being realistic with myself and what's going on in my life, I think these kinds of waits will now be typical and so I thank all of you for your patience and understanding.

On a secondary note, I do have a lot currently going on in my life, but since queer representation is a major theme of this fic I just wanted to share it here that I finally made the decision to get top surgery. The consultation was such a surreal experience but I cannot express just how much joy I've experienced since then, that there is an end to being stuck in this body that I could never feel comfortable in and that I'm getting the opportunity to finally exist in this world after wandering it around like a disembodied spectre for so long. All of these characters are important to me, but Yuna and Yeji were incredibly important to me exoring this aspect of myself and making the decision to not only transition, but also how I wanted to transition and what I wanted out of it. This fic is incredibly important to me and I thank all of you for continuing to support ot as I move forward on this journey of self discovery.

Anyways, that's enough from me. Thank you all again for all of your support and I hope you enjoy the newet update for the time of our lives =)

Yuna stood amongst the flames as a building came tumbling beside him.  The building crashed a mere inches away, causing dust to rise around him as he stared unflinchingly at the giant dinosaur.  It stood 80 feet tall, it's blonde floppy hair barely clung to it's head as it roared in the distance.

"Must be having a bad hair day."

"Agreed Master JinJin," Yuna responded with determination as he pulled out his holographic watch that had 'Incoming Message from Princess President' blaring before his eyes.  He smashed his palm against the screen as a bright light blipped into existence.

"Shin Warrior Yuna, why is that giant dinosaur still destroying my city-kingdom?!  I thought you would take care of it!"

"I need to charge up my energy," Yuna stated reasonably.  "Also, Shin Warrior Master Jinjin was teaching me how to appropriately banter when engaging a foe."

"Pissing someone off is just as important as knocking someone out," Master Jinjin stated nonchalantly.  "Also, what'cha doin for dinner tonight?"

"That's none of your business!  Ugh!  Whatever.  Just make sure you get that dinosaur taken care of stat!"

"Understood, Princess President."

The screen blipped out as Master Jinjin lit a cigar off the flames of a burning car before sending a smoke cloud to the air.

"Yeah, she loves me."

"Agreed Master Jinjin," Yuna responded before reaching for his earpiece that was specially created from Chae Tech industries.  "Do you have a lock on the enemy?"

"In fact, I do.  It turns out that the hairpiece is not only absolutely atrocious,  but is also that dinosaur's weakness.  If you can hit it with enough brute force, it will send the dinosaur into a state of embarrassed panic that will cause them to flee."

"Will they piss their pants too?"

"That data is inconclusive, although there is an 80% likelihood of that happening."

Master Jinjin chuckled.  "Sweet."

"Hey, I heard there was a party-!"

"Not now, random civilian," Yuna commanded as Party-Ji whined in the background.  The wind blew through his hair as he stood defiantly before the beast.  It let out another deafening roar that caused the city to rumble.

Yuna chuckled.  "Is that the best you can do?"

Yuna widened his stance, slamming one foot into the concrete causing rubble to fly.

"I'll show you something to be afraid of!"

He began screaming as the rubble levitated around him, concrete streets crackled under the force of his power as he prepared himself for a lunge-

"And that's when my sister began bitching at me and saying I was a lazy ass fucker and tried dragging me out of bed as I tried to reasonably explain that-"

"I highly doubt that Hana referred to you as a 'lazy ass fucker.'"

"But the energy was there Chae!"  Yuna whined loudly as Chaeryoung smiled mirthfully behind her book.

"Hey Yuna!"

"COOOOOAAAALLLL!!!!"

Yuna rushed over to the newcomer and gave them a quick hug.  "It's so good to see you!"

"It's good seeing you too," Coal responded with a smile.

"For real!  Oh, and introductions!  Coal, this is my friend Chaeryoung.  Chaeryoung, meet Coal!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine," Coal responded enthusiastically as they shook Chaeryoung's hand.  "You two ready to start another year of school?"

"Absolutely."

"Ugh, no!"  Yuna whined loudly as he slouched forward.  "I swear, whoever invented school just hated kids."

"I mean, school's not that bad," Coal defended lightly.  "It's more the assholes that attend here that make it shitty."

"I will add that our education system could be vastly improved if it were not solely focused on providing marginalized populations with only enough education to become a part of an exploitable labor force," Chaeryoung stated with a sigh.  "Capitalism has certainly tainted what could have been a great benefit to our society."

"Yeah!  Fuck capitalism!"

"What did you say Miss Shin?"

"Uh," Shit!  Of course there'd be some dark-haired, pointy glasses teacher just hanging out in the hallway.  "I meant fu- fun capitalism!  You know, because America! And... economics and… uh… stuff!"

The green eyed woman gave a piercing gaze as she readjusted her glasses.  "Please watch your language, Miss Shin.  This is a reputable organization."

Yuna internally groaned as he slouched forward.  "Yes ma'am."

The woman nodded as Yuna continued to pout while walking with his friends down the hall.  "God, I fucking hate this place."

"You seemed to enjoy it somewhat over the summer."

"That's because Ms. Callister was actually chill!"  Yuna whined.  "Man, I can't believe you two have first period together with her.  I'm so jealous!"

"Yeah, I was hoping we would have Ms. Callister for Language Arts again."

"Ditto," Yuna grumbled as he shoved open his locker.

"It sounds like Ms. Callister is a good teacher."

"Yeah," Yuna sighed as he shoved his backpack into his locker.  "I guess you could say that."

"Ms. Callister's pretty tough, but she's pretty cool.  She doesn't take shit from anyone."

"Yeah, she actually yelled at students that weren't me!  It was awesome!"  Yuna announced as he started puching his backpack to try to get it to fit.  "Hopefully Mr. Burgess is alright."

RRRRIIIIIIII-

"Ah shit!"

"Yuna, what-?"

"Sorry, but I gotta leave!"

"But that's just the-! Oh he's gone..."

Yuna rushed off as Coal's words died in the ringing of a slamming locker with just them and Chaeryoung watching in stunned silence.

"Don't worry, this is rather typical Yuna behavior," Chaeryoung answered warmly.  "Shall we get to class?"

Coal hummed before giving a shrug.

"I guess we gotta get there at some point," Coal answered with a sigh.

"I just hope Yuna doesn't do anything too crazy before class."

---

Lia groaned as she stomped towards her locker.

What in the world was she thinking?!

She ran away from home to go hang out with some girl at a park bench in the middle of the night and on a school night nonetheless!  What was wrong with her?!

She sighed as she stood before her locker to rub her temples.  It couldn't be helped.  She was tired and snappish and in an overall bad mood since she got too little sleep.  She was even late to her first period. She was never late!

Never!

And she'd never hear the end of it from Yuna when he hears Lia had to stop by the office to get a late slip.  Hopefully, claiming she slept through her alarm would suffice when they reach out to her parents.

She pondered the thought for a moment before shaking her head.

What was she so worried about?!  Her parents were a whole three time zones away!  What could they possibly do?!

She opened her locker as a thin slip of paper laid tantalizingly in the empty metal crate.  She blinked, reaching out slowly towards the slip as her eyes drank in the words.

So, when will you tell me about what happened last night? ;)

Lia's heart raced as she held the piece of paper in her hand.  Who sent her that note?  What were they talking about?  Did they know about her and-?!

"Good morning there, Miss Choi."

"KYAA!"

Lia bolted as she turned to a familiar dark haired boy.

"My, you are quite jumpy these days aren't you?"

Lia's face burned of ire and embarrassment as she shoved her books in her locker.

"What do you need Brian?"

"My jumpy and ill-mannered.  Has today already been that rough for you?"

Lia groaned as she buried her face in her palms.  She did not have the energy for these games right now.

"I'll let it slide, however.  After all, I can only imagine you must be under a lot of stress after spending the summer preparing for your campaign as well as… other… things…"

Lia's hand gripped the book's spine as her vision became hyper focused.  What did he mean by that?!

She closed her eyes as she exhaled deeply and closed her locker.

"Because of these circumstances, I wished to-"

"I'm not interested."

"But-!"

"Nope!  I need to go to class!  Thank you for your time, please never speak to me again."

She rushed forward, putting a reasonable amount of distance between her and Brian before she looked at the slip of paper she had found.  She tore it up, shredding it into as many tiny pieces as she could before shoving it as far into the garbage can as possible.  Stupid!  Asinine!  Little-!

"Hey Lia!"

"Kya!"

"Wah!" Yuna reacted loudly as Lia glowered at him.

"Yuna!  What are you doing?!"

"What are you talking about?  You're my cousin!" Yuna exclaimed.  "Also, I just wanted to check in and-"

Lia groaned as she rolled her head.  "Yuna, I know I should truly apologize to you for my behavior last night, but now is really not a good time."

"Hey, I know things got heated, that's no big deal," Yuna assured as he waved his hands before him.  "But, you sure you're okay?"

"Yuna, I'm-"

RIIIIIIIII

"No!  I cannot be late again!"

"Wait… again?  Hey, you know that's just the warning bell, right?!"

But Lia rushed off in a flurry of loose papers as Yuna sighed.  Leave it to school to leave Lia being just as uptight as ever.  And he really wanted to ask her about-!

Wait!  Was that Brian Mackey messing with Lia's locker?!

Yuna stomped his way over to Lia's locker, straightening his spine with every step closer to the treasurer candidate he took.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"GYAH, DON'T HURT- Oh it's just you."

Yuna crossed his arms as he glared at Brian.  "What do you mean 'just me?!'  Also, what are you doing to my cousin's locker?!"

"It's a private correspondence that doesn't concern you."

"Excuse me!"

"Well, you see-"

RIIIIIIII

"Oh dear Lord!"  Brian dramatically exclaimed.  "I cannot let myself be tardy!  My unblemished record is at stake!"

He ran off as Yuna rolled his eyes.  How  could anyone in their right mind vote a tool like him for treasurer?

Whatever.

Yuna would just have to make a note to talk to Lia later.  Right now something fishy was going on.

And Yuna was going to get to the bottom of it.

---

 "Yeah… Yeah… Holy hell, I already told you we're on our way!... Ye-... No, I promise we're not just playing Bust'em … Yeah, she's here too… I promise!  Do you seriously need her to say hi?!"

"Tell him I said 'fuck off.'"

"She said 'fuck off…' Well, if you could hear her why'd you want me to hand the phone over!... Yeah, we're approaching the school now… Yeah… Sure thing… Alright, later."

CLICK

"God, this is so fucking stupid."

Yeji sighed heavily before looking over her borrowed school uniform with a smile.  "I don't know… I think I could get used to this."

Ryujin rolled her eyes.  "Is that why you stole Chaeryoung's hair dye?"

"Hey, if I gotta go incognito than I know that rainbow hair won't cut it."

"And I thought you'd be out of the closet for good this time."

Yeji slapped Ryujin's shoulder.  "I swear you have the worst jokes."

They laughed as they entered the double doors and walked down the hall.  A male student was walking the other way as Yeji caught his gaze.  She gave a mischevious smirk as she passed by before snapping her gaze back forward, leaving the boy staring as her hair cascaded behind her.  Ryujin rolled her eyes.

"Should I warn Yuna you can't help abduct some motherfucker because you had to meet some guy in a janitor's closet somewhere?"

Yeji gave a sarcastic laugh.  "Please, that'd be a waste of a trip."

"You're right," Ryujin answered with a smirk.  "Always knew you were into public stuff anyways."

Yeji slapped Ryujin's shoulder who laughed at the assault.

"Goddamn you are such a perv."

"Hey, you walked into that one."

"Yeah, whatever," Yeji responded with a chuckle.  "It's not like the janitor's closet would be an option since you and Lia are probably gonna have that occupied anyways."

"Psh, as if."

"God are you still seriously in denial?"  Yeji whined with a sigh.  "I know you and Lia must've talked last night, so-?"

"No."

"What?!"

"The answer is no."

"But I was gonna ask what happened?  That's an open ended question which means the answer can't be 'no.'"

"I answer what I want," Ryujin stated firmly.  "And my answer is no."

"Ugh, fine," Yeji groaned lightly.  "I'll find out some other way."

"You wish."

"PSST"

Ryujin turned her head up to the ceiling.  "Say Yeji, you hear that?"

"PSSSSST"

"Yeah, it sounds like something's wrong with their vents."

"PSSSSSST!!! Ryujin!  Yeji!  PSSSSSST!!!!"

"Damn, those vents must be utter shit is they're making that much noise."

"You'd think this school would have the money to fix it."

"Jesus fucking Christ I hate you two so much!"

They both turned around to find a glowering Yuna.

"Hey Squirt," Ryujin stated with a smirk.  "Does your school know their vents are trash?"

"Oh shut your damned pieholes and get over here!" Yuna commanded harshly.

"We have a problem."

---

Lia groaned lightly as she sank into the library seat.  This was her favorite spot in the entire school.  Plants were decorated all over, looking like they could've grown right out of the bookcases and the room had windows wide to allow the sun to gleam down through their crystal screen.  Of course, the thing she loved most about this spot was that almost no one ever came to this corner of the library so hopefully, she would manage find some peace there.

And maybe take a nap.

She sighed, letting her eyes rest for just a moment before letting out a sigh.

She would push through.

Somehow...

She pushed that thought aside as she opened her cloth lunch sack and pulled out the salad she'd made for herself as a small scrap of paper fell out.  Her heart raced as she picked up the small note.

Come on, you can trust me.  What happened last night?

Lia quickly tore apart the note before shoving it back in her bag.  Who was sending her these messages?!  Was it really Brian?!

Did he actually know what happened between her and-?!

"Hey Princess."

Lia's eyes shot wide before she turned her bloodshot gaze to the smirking blonde before her.

"RYUJIN?!" Lia immediately shot up and shouted before covering her mouth.  Recomposing herself she whispered harshly, "Ryujin, what are you doing here?!"

"Well, you and the others were hyping up school," Ryujin answered as she leaned back in the seat across from Lia.  "I figured I'd come and check it out."

"I highly doubt that's the case," Lia answered slowly as she sat back down in her seat.

"Ouch," Ryujin responded sarcastically as she leaned forward with her hand holding her cheek.  "You calling me a liar?"

"In this instance, yes," Lia deadpanned as she opened her tupperware to begin pouring a lite dressing over the salad within.  "Why are you really here?"

"Who knows," Ryujin responded with a half-hearted shrug.  "Maybe I just wanted to see you again."

Lia paused, heart pounding furiously against her chest as she slowly lifted her gaze towards Ryujin, hand still in cheek and gaze away but still looking toward Lia from the corner of her eye.  Was this just another one of Ryujin's ways of trying to show she cared while pretending not to, or was she just teasing her as usual?

Lia groaned into her palms.  She couldn't deal with this right now!  Especially when she's been getting those mysterious notes and-

"Ah, Miss Choi, I am so glad I was able to run into you."

Lia groaned even harder as her face pushed through her hands and her fingers pulled back at her hair.  Why was this happening to her?!

"Hey, can't you see we're busy here?"

"I beg your pardon, but-"

Brian turned his cocky smile towards Ryujin before immediately paling at the sight of her.  "Wait a minute… I remember you."

"That's nice.  Now beat it."

"Wha- How dare-!" Brian immediately paused and cleared his throat when Ryujin looked back up at him.  "Erm, I mean, do you even attend this school?"

"Today's my first day," Ryujin responded without a beat.  "Got a problem with that?"

"No! Nope, none whatsoever, I'll eh… try to come back… at, you know, a more… convenient time… I mean, for the two of you… uh… have a good day!"

He ran off as Ryujin gave a scoff.

"What a pussy."

"That is a troublingly gendered statement you've made there Ryujin."

Ryujin rolled her eyes as Chaeryoung approached.  "Just stating the facts."

"I mean, Ryujin's got a point there.  Brian is a pussy."

"Hey, pussies can be powerful!"

"Can you all please stop saying the p-word?"

They all burst into laughter with Ryujin nearly falling out of her seat as Lia turned beat red.

"That was a reasonable request."

"Shit, my bad, my bad," Ryujin tried to placate as she struggled to reign in her last few chuckles.

"Yeah, sorry Lia," Yeji followed as she wiped one of her eyes.  "Anyways, what does that fucker want from you anyways?"

"Yeah, and why didn't you distract him longer so that I could bag him?!"

"What?"

Yuna pulled out a canvas bag with drawstring straps that shut closed as soon as Yuna pulled on them.  "We're gonna do this mafia style."

"Thank you for scaring Brian away before Yuna could effectively attempt to abduct him."

"Seriously though, is everything going alright?"

"Oh, and what happened-?!"

"Everyone!"

Lia slammed her hands flat on the table, causing everyone to quiet.  She inhaled deeply through her nose before finally allowing herself to speak.  "I am going to find another spot where I can eat my meal in peace.  Please do not follow me for I neither have the time nor the energy to deal with your antics today."

"But-?!"

"Zip!"  Lia quickly commanded before she grabbed her untouched salad and canvas lunch bag and strode away from the scene.

"Damn, didn't expect Lia to be so prickly today."

"I think she's simply exhausted," Chaeryoung stated reasonably.

"Exhausted huh?"  Yeji responded knowingly.  "Like, maybe she was up all night doing a little something something with a someone someone?"

Ryujin rolled her eyes at Yeji's knowing smirk as Yuna gasped loudly.

"I knew it!  Something did happen between you two!"  Yuna exclaimed loudly.  "Oh please please PLEASE tell me!"

"Fuck off Squirt, nothing fucking happened!"

"Ugh, I knew you wouldn't tell me anyways… Yeji?!"

"You're guess is as good as mine."

"Damn," Yuna pouted as he crossed his arms.  Chaeryoung rolled her eyes at the antic.

"Shouldn't we be more concerned that Brian is clearly trying to establish contact with Lia when Mr. Jones specifically stated that Parker was no longer allowed to interfere?"

Yuna hummed in thought.  "Yeah… Brian 'the lackey' Mackey is definitely up to something…"

"What's he gonna do even?" Ryujin asked nonchalantly.  "He's too much of a bitch to do anything."

"But we don't know that for sure!"  Yuna responded.  "If only we had some way to tail him."

"Hey Yuna, hey Chaeryoung!"

A familiar voice greeted them before stopping before the table.  "Um, I don't think I've been introduced to you two yet."

"Your loss kid."

"Hey, don't talk to them like that!" Yuna whined before slinging an arm around the newcomer's shoulders.  "Coal, this is Yeji and Ryujin.  Girls, meet Coal."

"Good to meet ya!"

"Sure."

"Yeah, nice to meet you both too," Coal responded.  "What're you all up to?"

"Yuna hired us to infiltrate the school and harass Brian."

"Yeji, you can't just say that so casually!  Besides, Brian was harassing Lia first!"

"Ugh, Brian is the worst," Coal complained.  "I have to deal with all his bullshit next period."

"Yeah we're trying to- wait!"  Yuna immediately halted his thoughts to face Coal and grip their shoulders.  "You have class with Brian next period!  How is that possible?!  He's a year older than you!"

"I'm in stage crew so they have us in class at the same time as theatre kids so that we can 'work together and develop our cohesion as a thespian community onstage and off.'"  Coal responded with an eye roll.  "You know, that kinda crap."

"Oh my God this is perfect!" Yuna announced gleefully.  "Ryujin, Yeji!  you can join Coal for theatre next period!"

"Hells yeah!"

"Fuck no."

"Do you really think that will work?"

"I do think this plan would be more effective if Ryujin and Yeji checked in and got a pass."

"Yeah, that's no fun," Yuna responded casually.  "Besides, they only give those passes to folx with parents who vouch for them."

"Wouldn't be the first time Chae pretended to be a parent."

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes as a light smile crossed her face.  "I simply wanted to give that suggestion since I cannot guarantee you won't be charged with trespassing if you get caught."

"Thanks, but I think we can manage this.  Right Ryujin?"

"Whatever," Ryujin groaned as she crossed her arms and turned away.

"What do you need us to do?"

---

"God fucking shit bitchass fuckers like fuck!"

"Man, and people say I swear a lot."

"I mean, you are at a preppy rich white kid school," Yeji responded as she wandered past the backstage props.

"God, why the fuck do I need to dress as some fucking 80-year old red riding hood!"

"It's the only outfit that would fit you."

"And why doesn't Yeji need to deal with this fucking shit?"

"Yeji would stand out too much as a mannequin with her tats," Coal deadpanned as they prepped their eyeshadow brush.  "Speaking of, that dragon tattoo is sick!  Where'd you get it?"

"Maybe I'll tell you later," Yeji answered quickly.  "Also, what's up with this set?  I thought Brian said this was supposed to be My Fair Lady?   And is this jail cell prop part of the play?"

"The students decided they wanted to do a 'more modern' take on My Fair Lady ," Coal responded before quickly returning their attention to painting Ryujin's eyes.  "And that's part of the set from when we did Chicago. "

"Fuck no way!  I fucking love that musical!"

"Yeah, you are that gay."

"Fuck off, so are you," Yeji responded to Ryujin's tease with a laugh.  "Also, damn Coal!  You know how to paint a face!"

"Thanks," Coal responded with a light smile.  "The internet's a pretty good teacher."

"You see!  That's what I keep on telling Yuna!"

"So, can I leave now?"

"Hm… yeah, I don't think I have much left to do."

FLASH

Ryujin's eyes shot up as Yeji scrolled through her phone with a sinister smirk on her face.

"Gonna have to save this for later."

"You won't if you know what's good for you."

"Yeah, that's what my therapist tells me about partying too much," Yeji answered snarkily as she pocketed the phone.  "Hasn't stopped me yet."

"Well what about-"

RIIIIIIII-

"Shit, there's the bell!  Yeji hide somewhere!"

"Man, this is kinda lame."

"And what am I doing?"

"Just, you know, pretend to not be real!"

"...Riiiiight..."

Coal grimaced as they busied themself with measuring the clothes on the mannequins around Ryujin as she rolled her eyes.

"Well, look at our little fellow hard at work on playing dress up!"  Brian announced as he approached Coal.  He slung a strong arm around Coal's neck to pull them closer.  "How's my small pal doing?"

"Ergh, leave me alone Brian," Coal growled as they forced their way out of Brian's grip to return their attention to the mannequins.  "I'm trying to get the set ready."

"Not by any adequate standards by the look of it," Brian critiqued readily as he strode towards the Ryujin mannequin.  He tsked at the sight before turning back around to admonish Coal.  "Honestly, this dress is atrocious!  How do you expect anyone to see this as a respectable play when you are decorating such- MAMA!!!"

Brian clutched his ankle as he hopped around in pain.

"Who dare-!"

But no one was behind him, only a collection of mannequins, one of which had a devious smirk on their face.

Coal tried desperately to withhold their laughter.  "You doing okay there Brian?"

Brian leaned closer as he inspected the red dressed mannequin.  "I swear, this mannequin looks… familiar...."

"You're probably overthinking it," Coal responded as they patted Brian's shoulders.  "Probably from too much memorizing lines, harassing people or... other things.  It can mess with your head a bit."

"You!"  Brian growled as he turned on Coal  "What are you-!"

"Greetings gentlemen!  Good to see the two of you so eager to take the stage!"

"Hey Mr. Walters!"

Coal rushed forward to greet their teacher with Brian following sullenly as Ryujin refrained herself from snickering.

This might be more fun than she thought.

---

Yuna groaned as he sat in his seat.  Why in the hell did he go to class?  At least Yeji sent him videos of all their exploits.  God, Ryujin knocking over the mannequin to fall on top of Brian was priceless!  Yuna really should've ditched to join in on the fun.  Instead he was stuck listening to some bowl headed brunette dude ramble on about The Illiad as Yuna tried to not bash his head against the desk in sheer annoyance.  It definitely didn't help that he spent the entire period fidgeting in his seat.  He wanted nothing more than to lean back and manspread his legs to sprawl beneath the desk, but he knew that wouldn't be a good idea in a skirt.  So he tried crossing his legs, but his legs felt too warm and balmy under the tights he wore for class that day.  He then tried crossing his legs at the ankles, but his thighs continued to rub together awkwardly as he tried to figure out whether to swing his legs back behind his seat or to swing them forward.  Finally he groaned as he slammed his head against his desk.

"Yes!  Ms. Shin!  Do you have the answer?"

"Dear God, save me now!"

"Yes!  Achilles beseeched the Gods, or, Hera more specifically, to assist him through his misfortune!  Now, Ms. Shin, could you tell the class what this ill-fortune was?"

"Uh…." Yuna blinked for a second as he looked at the board.  Achilles.  Illiad.  Hera.  "Wasn't that the part where some whiny meathead was complaining that the abducted girl Achilles got was a better side lady than his so they told Achilles he had to give up his girlfriend or whatever so he went to go complain to his boy toy Patroclus about what a bi- I mean, uh..."  Yuna paused as he heard the rest of the class snickering behind him.  He was so over this.  "I mean, I don't get why you're having me discuss all this, you're the teacher!"

The teacher froze, his eyes staring at the whiteboard as his frantic writing immediately stopped while Yuna ignored all the eyes that were on him.

"Well…"

RIIIIIII

"FINALLY!!!!"

"Wait, Miss Shin!"

"Ugh!"

The class snickered as they passed Yuna by with Yuna glaring at them all.  Curse those happy classmates who get their full five minute passing period.  Yuna had places to be too!

He groaned.  This better be fast.

"Yes Mr. Burgess?"

"Miss Shin," he started, seemingly oblivious to Yuna's irritation.  "I cannot help but notice that you seemed very distracted during class today."

Yuna groaned lightly.  "Look, it's just… you wouldn't understand…"

"Oh please, I have a doctorate in linguistic studies!  I'm sure I can assist with any adolescent drama you may be contending with."

He began laughing as Yuna just stared at him dumbfounded.  What the hell was up with this guy?!

"Yeah," Yuna drawled as he slowly inched towards the door.  "I'm good but thanks.  Have a good rest of your day."

Mr. Burgess wiped his eyes and continued to chuckle as Yuna left the classroom.  He was sure Mr. Burgess called for him to wait, but Yuna wasn't having it.  Mr. Burgess already wasted 30 seconds of Yuna's precious passing period time.

He just hoped he had time to see Lia before his next class started.

---

Lia swore that if anyone else bothered her she just might murder someone!

Seriously, it was the first day of school!  Why did everyone have to bring their damn drama to her?!  She was just trying to get through the day so that she could go home and sleep.  Was that too much to ask for?!

She opened her locker as another note fell out and she groaned.

She was so over this!

"Greetings Miss Choi."

Lia slammed her locker shut as she glared at Brian.  "Listen, Brian, if you do not stop leaving notes in my locker and hounding me I will file a complaint against you!"

"I apologize, I do not mean to- wait, what notes?"

"The… the notes," Lia responded slowly.  "The notes that you've been leaving for me all day!"

Lia bent over to pick up the piece of paper that had fallen to the floor.

"Like this note!"

Brian blinked slowly as he stared at the paper in question.

"Actually, the reason I was looking for you was-"

"There you are!"

Yuna stomped up towards the two as Lia hid her face in her free hand.  Lord help her.

"I knew you were harassing my cousin!"

"Oh please, I would hardly consider this harassment."

"My lawyer will be the judge of that!"

"Hello Brian, how's your day been?"

"Oh don't you play nice with me," Brian answered lowly as he narrowed his eyes at Chaeryoung.  "I know your games, and I'm telling you, they won't work."

"That so?"

"EEEEEEP!!!"

Brian turned around to find a stone faced Ryujin leaning against the locker beside him as Yeji stepped forward.

"You wanna tell us what's going on?"

"I promise this isn't what it looks like!"

"Then what's this note Lia has here!"

"Hey, that's mine!"

"What's it say Yuna?!"

"Yuna, Yeji, that note is none of your business!"

Yuna paused as he stared at the note in question.  "Actually Lia..." Yuna stated slowly as he gave Lia a sheepish smile.  "I wrote this note."

"WHAT?!?!"  Lia immediately snatched the paper as she read Come on!  You can tell me, I'm your favorite cousin!

"Yuna!"

"Eep!  I'm sorry!"

"But, wait," Yeji paused as she leaned back to think.  "If it was Yuna leaving the notes, then what's Brian been hanging around for?"

"Don't know, don't care," Ryujin responded as she stepped forward.

"Wait, I can explain!"

"I doubt that."

"I was just trying to give Lia this!"

Yuna immediately grabbed the envelope before Lia tore it out of his hand.  "What is this?!"

"After the events that… transpired over the summer, Parker's father, Mr. Jones, thought it would behoove us to provide you with a personal apology and, since you and Mr. Jones decided that Parker should no longer consort with any of you, we thought it best if I were to deliver the message."

Lia opened the envelope as she pulled out an unlined index card with the words We apologize written on it.

"How sincere."

"Clearly Mr. Jones hasn't gotten to my podcast episode on the ethics of apologizing."

"Look, I was just told to deliver this to you," Brian responded in a flustered tone.  "So now can we go our separate ways and never speak to each other again?"

Lia felt immediate relief as she tore up the apology index card.  "That would honestly be the best thing to happen to me all day."

"Perfect,"  Brian muttered as he turned away.  "Have a great rest of your lives."

"Man, glad that guy's out of the picture now!"

"Don't you act so confident now Yuna!" Lia warned with a growl as Yuna squeaked.

"Uh oh, somebody's in trouble."

"You'll be next if you keep this up Yeji," Lia responded lowly.  "Seriously Yuna, what's with all these notes?!"

"Hey, those were completely innocent!"  Yuna defended loudly.  "Besides, what I'm more concerned about is that you didn't recognize my handwriting at all!"

"Why would we write notes when we have phones now?!"

"Princess has a point."

Lia groaned in response.

"Okay, look," Yuna responded quickly. "Yeji texted me last night after shit went down and said Ryujin was chill and would likely talk to you soon so I figured you and Ryujin must've talked last night and I wanna know what happened!"

Lia paused as she looked at Yuna.  "You were seriously causing me immense amounts of distress for some gossip?"

"I mean…" Yuna paused as he scratched the back of his head.  "That's making it sound worse than it is."

Lia groaned as Chaeryoung interjected.

"In any case, I highly suggest we all get to our next class as the next bell should ring shortly."

"Thank you Chaeryoung for being the only sensible person here."

"Wait, no!"

"Yuna!"

"Please just tell me that you and Ryujin are a thing now!"

"What?!"

"Please!"

Lia's face flared as she looked over to Ryujin, the blank expression plastered with eyes slightly widened in curiosity and concern.  It didn't seem fair that Ryujin could look so concerned about her, or that that single look could melt away all the anger she felt in her being.

Lia sighed.  "I suppose I do owe it to you to tell you that Ryujin and I did meet last night."

"Really?!"  Yuna exclaimed in exuberant enthusiasm as he gripped Lia's shoulders.  "What happened?!?!?!?!"

"Well," Lia rolled her eyes, sending a playful smirk towards Ryujin before turning back to Yuna.

"It's a secret."

Yuna's face immediately fell as his grip loosened from her shoulders.

"Lia…"

"Anyways, I need to get to class now, have a good day! Bye!"

Lia immediately turned to rush down the hall, chuckling at the sound of Yuna's whines and his immediate interrogation of Ryujin who just responded 'sorry Squirt, princess' orders.'  Perhaps it was cruel to tease Yuna in that way, but Lia wasn't ready to discuss it.  She still wanted to figure some things out about herself, and to learn how to be honest about who she was.  She wasn't there yet, but hopefully soon.  Maybe then she would be the kind of person Ryujin deserved.  And she swore she would get there.

She just needed a little more time.

Chapter 21: Sorry Not Sorry

Notes:

Wow! I just gotta say, thank you everyone for all of your support on this fanfic! Over 200 kudos and more than 5000 hits is just so astounding to me that this fic came this far! Thank you all so much for your support and your patience as I try to make sure I still give myself room to write. You are all amazing and I hope you all enjoy the latest update =)

Chaeryoung tugged on her blazer as she looked at herself in the mirror.  Her hair was in a messy bun as her plain black t-shirt rose just above her belly button before leading to the long black slacks she wore with her sneakers.  She gave herself a smile.

Today would be quite the day.

TING

 

From: Lia Choi

Hey, are you sure everything will be okay?

 

Chaeryoung's smile softened, as if trying to convey her comfort to her phone as she lifted it slowly.

 

To: Lia Choi

Well, that largely depends on your definition of 'okay.' We'll almost certainly get in trouble, but we as individuals will certainly be fine.

 

From: Lia Choi

...Okay.

 

To: Lia Choi

You know, you do not need to participate in this event if you do not feel comfortable.  You have an obligation to take care of yourself first and foremost.

 

Three dots lit up on the screen before stopping.  They lit up again only to stop one more time.  Chaeryoung sighed as she put her phone away.  Lia had already come such a long way that Chaeryoung wondered if it was ethical to have even brought up her plans to Lia, but Lia would have to do what was best for her.

And Chaeryoung would do what she felt she must.

---

Chaeryoung sat in front of the principal's office.  And thus her incredibly short-lived act of defiance came to a predictable end.

Well, a predictable end for her and 50 other peers of hers as the school's secretary had to search for desks for the student's to sit in as they waited for the other administration to call their parents and inform them of dress code violations.  It was always a stark reminder for Chaeryoung that their system could not function without conformity.

And conformity is the poison that kills diversity.

"Hey Chae!"

Yuna's desk loudly screeched across the hallway floor as they walked it towards Chaeryoung before hopping up to sit on the backrest of the seat.

"Damn, they must've gotten to you quickly if you got a regular chair."

Chaeryoung giggled as Yuna leaned forward on their desk, they wore a polo shirt and a hoodie over it with a denim baseball cap that was tilted up and to the side.  Chaeryoung rolled her eyes.

"The students will continue to rebel even if I'm not present, though that doesn't stop them from seeking me out first," Chaeryoung responded.  "Of course, I'm surprised you weren't brought to the principal's office sooner."

"Well, here's the difference between you and me," Yuna responded with a pointed finger.  "When someone looks at me and shouts 'YOU!!!' I know to book it like hell."

Chaeryoung laughed at Yuna's wide-eyed gesture as she shook her head.

"I suppose it would be accurate to state that."

"Yuna, what are you doing sitting in the middle of the hallway?!"

Yuna hummed as they turned towards the voice.  "Oh, hey Lia!  I didn't think you'd be joining us!"

Lia hugged her elbow as she stood in a plaid skirt and white button up shirt.  "I just forgot my blazer this morning."

"Sure you did," Yuna responded playfully as Lia rolled her eyes.

"Regardless, you didn't answer my question.  Why did you decide to move your desk in the middle of the hallway?  You could get in trouble."

"Psh, I'm already in trouble."

"Well, you could get in more trouble!"

"When you conform to a behavior, you are suggesting to those in authority that you consent to the regulations placed on you, no matter how repressive," Chaeryoung stated solemnly as she turned her gaze to Lia.  "Aren't there things that you wish were different about our society?"

Lia sighed as she looked across the the hall, a collection of students at desks scattered the hallway as everyone spoke amicably to each other.

"I still believe that this setup entails an obnoxious amount of trip hazards."

"A fair point," Chaeryoung stated casually before offering a knowing smile.

Lia sighed, moving towards the hallway wall before grabbing a desk and scooting it towards Yuna and Chaeryoung.

"I don't know how you get me to act against my better judgment."

"It is not my intention to encourage you into doing something you're uncomfortable with."

"That doesn't help Chaeryoung," Lia groaned as she took a seat.

"Oh whatever, we all know you're just begging to blow shit up."

Lia rolled her eyes.  "I wouldn't do anything so extreme."

"Hah!"  Yuna shouted with a point.  "So you admit you would do something!"

"I do not need to disclose that information to you."

The other two laughed as Lia groaned.  The immaturity of it all.

"Hello there Chaeryoung."

The trio immediately turned to the voice to find a girl only slightly taller than Yuna.  She had chocolate brown hair the same color as her eyes that she tied back in a ponytail, leaving her bangs to curl just above her eyebrows.

"Oh, hello Jennifer."

Yuna fake gagged as Jennifer gave them a fake sympathetic smile.  "You know Yuna, you should probably go see the nurse.  I mean, I know they couldn't fix everything wrong with you, but I'm sure they could help with that cough of yours."

"Thanks Jennifer," Yuna responded with an eyeroll.  "I'll let you know if they finally find a cure for bitchiness."

"They'll probably save it for you after rinsing out that filthy mouth of yours."

Jennifer gave a malicious smirk as Yuna rolled their eyes.

"So, Jennifer, was there something you needed from me?"

"Oh, well, I actually just wanted to watch the spectacle here," Jennifer responded as she eyed Lia from the side.  "You certainly have a talent to convince people to make senseless decisions."

Lia squirmed slightly as she kept her gaze away from Jennifer who smiled at the sight.

"I honestly don't understand how you weaseled your way into student body council," Jennifer responded, turning her attention back to Chaeryoung.  "After all, everyone knows you're nothing but a troublemaker."

Chaeryoung gave a shrug.  "Maybe I'm not the only one disappointed with the way this school is run."

"Or maybe it's because everyone else in this school is just as immature as you are."

"Hm, that's a curious insight," Chaeryoung answered as she leaned forward.  "Could you enlighten me on the ways in which I am immature?"

"Oh please, you don't need me to explain this to you, you know exactly why."

"I can't say that I can," Chaeryoung responded.  "Perhaps I simply am working with a different definition since I would perceive hurling insults and having no proper feedback for others as highly immature.  Of course, based on your behavior, it seems you must have another opinion that you either choose not to enlighten me on or have no proper justification for."

Jennifer scoffed as she rose to her full height.  "You just think you're so much better than everyone, but I'm telling you, your time will come to an end."

"That's a rather dramatic way to put it.  It's no issue for me whether I win or lose, I simply wish to support my peers in the best manner possible."

"And there are others better suited to support our students."

She turned her head back as Parker arrived from a side corridor which caused Jennifer to smile.

"Well, ta ta laides.  Unlike you three, I have classes to attend."

She walked back with a dramatic swish of her hair as Parker threw an arm around her shoulders.

"Ugh, gross!"  Yuna exclaimed loudly not bothering to hide their disgust.  "Are Jennifer and Parker a thing now?!  I vote them for the 'Worst Couple Ever Award.'"

"It wouldn't surprise me," Chaeryoung responded as she wrote elegantly into her notebook.  "Jennifer Sloan and I had never been on the best of terms."

"Yeah, cuz she can't accept the fact that everyone hates her cuz she's a bitch," Yuna muttered.  "Isn't that right, Lia?"

"WHAT ON EARTH WAS I THINKING?!  THIS WAS THE WORST IDEA EVER!!!"

"Oh God."

"Chaeryoung, what are we supposed to do now?!  Our reputations will be ruined and I'll never make it to president!"

"On the contrary, Jennifer has been meddling in my affairs since before I started running for student council and never once has her meddling affected my standing as treasurer."

"Besides, I'm surprised that's what you're worried about."

"What do you mean?"

Time twirled around Lia, the blurring of students passing the hallway as the desk she sat at suddenly was seated in the middle of a classroom with a disgruntled teacher standing at the front and a collection of disinterested students seated around her.

"HOW IN THE WORLD DID I GET DETENTION?!?!?!"

---

Yuna groaned as they leaned back in their desk.  With as rich as their fucking school was you'd think they'd bother to get them something nice instead of those shitty ass kiddie seats that have the desk connected like an arm to a chair because they don't think students can sit in them properly.  Of course, most people liked to point out that Yuna often couldn't sit in a chair properly, but that was besides the point.  Chairs should've had the freedom to move, just like Yuna should've had the freedom to sit in, on, beside or even underneath the chair if they fucking felt like it!  Even Chaeryoung would say so, right?!

"Chaeryoung!"

Yuna whisper shouted over to Chaeryoung who continued to read Gender Trouble as she grabbed her trustee yellow highlighter for a third time that page.  Yuna groaned.

"Chaeeeeeeee-"

"SHHH!!!"

Yuna groaned as they slammed their head against the desk before turning over to Chaeryoung who had a poorly hidden smile.

"I hate you."

"I know that's a lie."

Yuna whined with a pout that Chaeryoung blatantly ignored.  Yuna groaned before turning their head forward.

"I'm worried about Lia…"

Chaeryoung paused in her writing for a moment, mind calculating between the words in the air and the words on the page before she finally put her pencil to rest.

"This would be a rather anxiety inducing experience for her."

"I know," Yuna replied with a groan.

"I just hope she's okay."

---

How in the world was this supposed to be okay?!

Lia sat in the desk as she stared at the deeply carved graphics that stained the surface grey.  How did she end up there?!  Would they call her parents?!  It should've been so easy to just explain that she had misplaced her blazer or it got soaked in the rain or... something!  How could they send her to detention just for forgetting her blazer?!

"PSSSSSSSTTTT!!! Lia!"

Lia gripped at her hair as she ignored the loud whisper.  If she could just closed herself off to the world then maybe things would just-

FLICK

Lia reached for the back of her head before turning to glare behind her.  The girl had her tongue stuck out as she focused on firing another paper football. Lia was sure she had seen the girl.  It was Jessie, right?  From the beach party?  She continued to glare at the girl before she realized Lia had turned towards them.  She frantically waved at Lia who scoffed and turned away.  What was with this school and-?!

FLICK

The paper football grazed Lia's shoulder before flopping onto Lia's desk with the words Walk out? written on the front.  Lia turned around in disbelief as she waved the football towards the girl.

"Really?!"

The girl just shrugged before getting up and walking past Lia who continued to gasp in question at the girl's decision.

"Just figured I'd invite you in case you didn't feel like hanging out here alone."

Lia blinked before looking around.  All the seats that were previously filled were now empty as even the teacher's desk lay abandoned.

"What?!  Where is-?!  Hey, wait!"

Lia rushed over to the girl who stretched her arms upon exiting the classroom.

"Ah, freedom."

"Wait, we can't just leave!  They'll-"

"What?  Send us to detention?"

Lia's brows furrowed at the knowing smirk on the girl's face.  "Where is the teacher?"

"Come on, you really think anyone in their right mind would stay after school to watch the trouble kids?"  The girl responded with a chuckle.  "If they get someone crazy enough to stay after school, they usually stick them with the freshman, otherwise, they just take attendance and bail."

---

What was up with this teacher?!

Seriously!  Yuna could do nothing but engage in an unannounced staring contest with the man who sat at the front of the classroom.

"It's impolite to stare, Yuna."

"Tell that to the teach," Yuna muttered under their breath before blinking.  "Dammit."

Chaeryoung chuckled under her breath as she hid the sound in her book.  "I'm glad to see you're entertaining yourself."

"I'm not doing this for shits and giggles Chae," Yuna responded lowly.  "I'm waiting for him to slip so that we can go rescue Lia."

"And if that doesn't happen?"

"Well, windows are always an option."

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes.  "I suppose to some of us."

"Come on Chae, you gotta help me get out of here!"

"I have no adequate knowledge of how to commit a jailbreak."

"Hey we all gotta learn at some point."

Yuna chuckled as Chaeryoung shook her head.

"Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't just bolted out of the classroom."

"So you will join me!"

"I wouldn't be able to keep up," Chaeryoung stated with a light smile.  "But I suppose that means you would make for a rather convenient decoy."

Yuna's face lit up before a slow smile stretched across their face.

"Meet in the usual spot."

Chaeryoung hummed in affirmation as Yuna turned back to Mr. Browning.  They rose slowly from their seat as Mr. Browning's hawk-like eyes zeroed in on Yuna.

"Ms. Shin, you were not given permission to leave your seat."

"I know, I know, I just wanted to ask a question real fast…"

Yuna let the statement hang in the air as Mr. Browning kept his eyes locked on them.  Suddenly, Yuna booked it for the door.  Mr. Browning rushed out of his seat and clambered after the errant Yuna leaving the sound of heavy footsteps and shouts in his wake.  The echoes resounded through the halls, eventually growing softer until the cautious whispers of students surrounding Chaeryoung grew louder.  Finally they slowly got out of their seats.  They walked past her, most ignoring her still presence though some gave passing compliments for convincing Yuna to provide a distraction.   Chaeryoung just smiled and nodded or encouraged them to go without her when the occasional student asked if she was going to leave.  She assured them she'd be right behind them as they'd shrug and walk off.  Eventually, Chaeryoung was completely alone.

She released a sigh as she slowly and surgically returned her book, highlighter and pencil in their proper places before pulling out a permanent marker.  She walked leisurely towards the whiteboard before pausing to map out her precise strategy of defacement.  She held a smirk before walking up to the whiteboard as the immortal ink frolicked across the empty white field.

ONE'S WEALTH SHOULD NOT DETERMINE ONE'S RIGHT TO LIFE

ONE'S DIFFERENCES SHOULD NOT BE SEEN AS DEFICITS TO BE CORRECTED

WE DEMAND A NEW SYSTEM THAT RECOGNIZES THE VALUE AND WORTH OF ALL THE STUDENTS WHO ATTEND AND NOT THE VALUE OF THEIR FATHER'S PAYCHECK.

UNTIL YOU PROMOTE THESE VALUES THERE IS NOTHING OF VALUE YOU CAN TEACH.

Chaeryoung signed it off with the classic anarchy sign before closing her marker with a satisfying click.  She slowly placed the marker in her pocket before grabbing her backpack and walking out of the room.

---

"So, you're telling me that detention isn't real?"

"Well, in theory it's real, but in practice detention is just the high school version of the boogeyman," Jessie responded as she leaned against the railings.  "At least, here it is.  I mean, it's not like we go to a school with police officers walking up and down the halls."

"That's a thing?"

"God, you didn't know that?"

Lia closed her dropped jaw as her thoughts turned to Yeji.  Was her school really so different from her own?  And what was Ryujin's experience like?

"I guess there's just a lot I've overlooked."

"Must be if you're scared of detention."

Lia rolled her eyes at the comment.  "There are consequences for breaking the rules you know."

"Correction, there are consequences for the people who can't afford lawyers.  The people with money can basically do whatever they want."

Lia paused as she leaned against the railing.

"I wish I could do the things I wanted…" She stated somberly.  "At least, the things I truly wanted."

"What's stopping you?"

"...I don't know," Lia responded with a long pause that turned into a bittersweet smirk.  "Maybe the boogeyman."

Jessie laughed with a shake of her head.  "Sure, just remember the boogeyman's all talk.  He's not actually gonna do anything to you."

"I'll stop checking for him under my bed then," Lia responded with a chuckle.  "So, what do we do now?"

"Whatever we want," Jessie responded with a smirk.  "Be sure to keep your lawyer close though if you do something real drastic."

"I'll keep that in mind," Lia stated lightly.  "Of course…"

She gave a sigh as she turned her gaze upwards.

"I'm not sure what I'd do if I could do anything."

"That's a shame," Jessie responded as she pushed herself off the railings.  "As for me, I'm gonna head."

"Gotta go find that Algebra tutor of yours?"

"You know, that doesn't sound like a bad idea," Jessie responded with a smirk.  "Maybe if you're looking for ideas you can call up that chain smoker Chaeryoung invited to the beach.  I know she was totally checking you out."

Lia paused as she turned towards the railing to look down at the empty cafeteria below.

"It's not like that."

"Of course it isn't.  Not at this school at least…" Jessie responded with a sad smile.  "Well, if that ever changes, know you've got my support."

Jessie walked off as she gave a backhanded wave.

"See you around prez."

Lia chuckled lightly as she stayed staring down at the cafeteria.  Her thumbs fidgeted, eager for Lia to satisfy their boredom as she pulled out her phone to scroll through her messages.

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

Don't move, I'll be there soon.

 

A bittersweet smile crossed her face as she looked at the letters taunting her twiddling thumbs to dance over the keys.  Why was this always so hard?

She gave a sigh before typing in her message.

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

Hi.

 

God this was terrible!  Why in the hell did she hit send for a one word text?!  What was she possibly-?!

 

FROM: Shin Ryujin

hey

 

A small smile crossed Lia's face as her thumbs ran across the phone screen.

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

I was thinking of picking myself up some dinner.  Would you like to join me?

 

FROM: Shin Ryujin

sur i can b ur d8

 

Lia's face heated up as she typed furiously.

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

This is not a date!  This is me wanting to spend some quality time with a friend with no ulterior motives beyond that!

 

FROM: Shin Ryujin

chil princes jus messin w/ u

 

Lia rolled her eyes at the response as her phone alerted her to another message.

 

FROM: Shin Ryujin

wher u @?

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

I'm still at school.

 

FROM: Shin Ryujin

so want me 2 meet u ther or @ the restrant?

 

Lia's thumbs slowed as her eyes stared at the question.

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

I'll leave that up to you.

 

Lia's thumb paused before finally pressing the send button as her heart hammered against her chest.  Was this a mistake?  What would happen if-?

 

TING

 

FROM: Shin Ryujin

i'l meet u @ the restrant

ur skools 2 far neways

 

Lia breathed out a sigh of relief as she responded she was looking forward to it.  She pocketed her phone, grabbed her backpack and walked out of the building.  It was so unreasonable that she was so scared.

But maybe not being alone would make her less afraid.

---

Chaeryoung walked out of the side exit as she surveyed the area.  No sign of Yuna in sight, just an obnoxiously large soccer field beyond the stone pillars that lifted the overhang.  A light smile escape her.  Yuna was probably still giving Mr. Browning a good run.  Even after all the years Chaeryoung had known them, she still had yet to find the limit to Yuna's energy.

Her smile curved slightly, turning nostalgic as she looked towards the bleachers ahead.

It felt so long ago.

"CHAE!!!"

Chaeryoung turned to find Yuna rushing up before screeching to a halt and planting their hands on their knees.

"Am I truly witnessing the moment where the unstoppable Shin Yuna finally meets their limit."

"Wait, gimme a…" Yuna took a deep inhale before lightly hopping in place.  "Alright, back in action!"

Chaeryoung giggled as she shook her head.  "I swear you never cease to amaze me."

"Please, that's what people say about you," Yuna chuckled lightly.  Their tone remained mirthful, but they paused when they noticed that Chaeryoung's gaze drifted back towards the soccer field.

"Hey, Chae… is everything alright?"

Chaeryoung just hummed with a slight nod, gaze still fixed on the soccer field ahead.

"It feels like it was so long ago…"

Yuna turned their gaze to follow Chaeryoung's to the bleachers as a bittersweet smirk crossed their face.  "Yeah, it made quite the stir when you turned down Michael Andrews."

"I thought I had made it abundantly clear that I wasn't interested in dating anyone at the time."

"I know, but you're response was incredible," Yuna responded with a laugh "'I understand that his face is adequately symmetrical and his features are sufficiently unblemished that, according to western beauty standards, he would be considered attractive, however....'"

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes at the statement.  "I swear, nothing will be more absurd to me than basing one's decision of romantic partners on the basis of physical appearance alone."

"That's because you're you," Yuna responded matter-of-factly.

"True," Chaeryoung responded quietly as she continued to look across the field.  "There's no one else for me to be, after all."

Yuna's face fell slightly as Chaeryoung hugged one of her elbows.

"I want to apologize for what happened at the Blazing Eiffel."

"Whoa, wait," Yuna stepped forward as disbelief etched their face.  " You're apologizing?  I'm the one who was out of line."

"Only because I led you on."

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Of course I'm serious Yuna!" Chaeryoung exclaimed before she gasped in shock.  She turned her face away, turning back to the field as Yuna stepped closer.

"Chae, just because you were cuddly and venty doesn't mean you were overstepping boundaries.  I know you don't want a romantic relationship, and that's fine..."

"But I know it's what you want."

"Fuck what I want," Yuna responded quickly.  "The real question is: What do you want?"

Chaeryoung bit her lip as she kept her gaze locked on the soccer field.

"Will you hold me?"

A light smile stretched across Yuna's face as they moved forward to wrap their arms tightly around Chaeryoung's waist.

"Seriously Chae, you don't even need to ask."

"I know," Chaeryoung responded with a light chuckle.  "But doesn't this bother you?"

"Why would it?" Yuna asked as they rested their chin on Chaeryoung's head.  "I want you to be happy.  Everything else I can work around."

Chaeryoung smiled lightly as she leaned back and rested her arms on the ones on her waist.  "What did I do to deserve you."

"That's supposed to be my line," Yuna playfully whined as Chaeryoung laughed.

"Well, you have no copyright ownership to the phrase, so I'm legally at liberty to say it as much as I please."

"Curse you and your smartassery," Yuna responded with a chuckle.  "Of course, it's pretty badass when you use it on the teachers here."

"That is a habit I've developed more recently," Chaeryoung responded with an exaggerated sigh.  "I almost feel sorry for the school."

"I don't," Yuna responded with a light chuckle.  "My parents are paying them so they gotta earn every dollar of it!"

Chaeryoung laughed fully as Yuna slowly let their arms fall away.

"Anyways, you ready to head to the Hussey Hole?"

"You mean you don't want to spend the rest of the evening remaining on the school grounds."

"God, fuck no!"  Yuna responded with a laugh.  "We've got better things to do than sit around here!"

"Such as?"

"Playing video games, snooping on our other friends, taking over the world-"

"So, the usual?"

"Hey!  You can't cut me off like that!  I was giving the full rundown on-!"

But Chaeryoung missed the last of it as she laughed.  It really didn't matter to her what they did.  After all, Yuna was there.

And that was all that mattered.

 

Chapter 22: Kidding Me

Notes:

Wow, this chapter is a lot shorter than I thought it would be =P Regardless, I hope you all enjoy the update and I hope that those who celebrate Thanksgiving you have a happy holoday and those who don't have just a fantastic a week. See you all next update and enjoy the show!

Yeji's steps dragged across the gravel as she gradually walked home.  The sky was a brilliant shade of blue with light clouds decorating it's horizon as the sun shone brilliantly to highlight the shimmering greenness of the trees beyond for all to admire before Fall came in to transform the scene.

It was the perfect weather for a date.

Yeji groaned lightly as she tugged on her loose backpack straps.  She got chewed out in Language Arts for not paying attention, crashed into three simulated cars in her Driver's Ed class' very first simulator drive, and spent all of Algebra 2 writing out the pros and cons to bailing on tonight's plans, which meant she had no idea what the fuck they were doing when they broke into partners.  At least the person she got partnered with was chill, but God she was so glad school was finally over!  Now all she needed to do was get to her room, figure out what the fuck she was gonna wear and hope no one would bother talking to her until she had the rest of her shit figured out.

"Yo."

Yeji scowled at Ryujin who laid across her bed as she nonchalantly took a puff of Yeji's vape.

"Get the fuck out."

"Ouch, that any way to greet a friend?"

"You only refer to me as a friend when you want something," Yeji responded lowly.  "So just take whatever you need and get out."

"Shit, really?"

Yeji sighed with a shake of her head.  She seriously did not have time for this right now.  She moved towards her closet as she thumbed through the tightly condensed articles that barely moved when she pushed them to either side.

"Damn, you're really spazzed about this dating thing."

"It's not-!"  Yeji stopped herself.  She exhaled loudly as her shoulders seemed to relieve themselves of all the stress in her body.  She flopped onto her bed as she gave an exaggerated groan.

"I'm not looking for a relationship."

Ryujin took another puff of the vape.

"Do you want one?"

Yeji sighed as she stared up at the ceiling.

"Yes…"

"Then why are you so nervous?"

"You know why," Yeji responded with a groan as she sat up on the bed.

"Why, because the one person you dated turned out to be a dick?"  Ryujin asked hypothetically as she handed Yeji the vape.  "Not everyone's gonna be like your ex Yej."

"And not everyone's chill with accepting people who are different," Yeji responded as smoke leaked through her bitter chuckle.  "And even fewer people care to understand this shit."

"Well, what's your read on Noemi?"

Yeji shrugged as more smoke escaped her with a sigh.  "I don't know."

"Maybe this is your chance to find out."

"Maybe…" Yeji responded lightly before turning to Ryujin.  "God, giving dating advice and being all concerned.  Are you even the real Ryujin?"

"If not, then that shows what a dumbass you are for telling some random kid you find on your bed your life story."

"Haha, damn, good point," Yeji chuckled as she shook her head.  She handed Ryujin the vape before rising from the bed and heading to the mirror above her dresser.  "You aren't planning on being here all day, are you?"

"I may consider it," Ryujin responded with a smirk.  "Besides, it's not like you're gonna bring her home tonight… Unless?"

"Yeah, no, you know how I operate," Yeji answered as she grabbed a compact.  "Of course, since you're here, how're things going with Lia?"

"What are you talking about?" Ryujin deflected as she focused her attention on the smoke she released in the air.

"Don't be stupid," Yeji responded as she meticulously applied her mascara.  "You and Lia both showed up at the Hussey Hole at the same time yesterday."

"We just happened to show up at the same time."

"Bullshit," Yeji responded as she put her lipstick on.  "I swear, you're so lucky I have somewhere I gotta be."

"Why do you think I'm here?" Ryujin asked rhetorically as she blew more smoke into the air.  Yeji rolled her eyes.

"I should seriously lock that up somewhere."

"You seriously should," Ryujin responded.  "Also, I borrowed some cash.

Yeji sighed as Ryujin tossed her wallet to the foot of the bed.  "Fuck, how much did you take this time?"

"Enough to keep DR happy."

Yeji groaned as she looked in her wallet.  "Looks like Noemi and I are gonna be window shopping tonight."

"Whatever, that's what you were gonna do anyways."

"Fuck you," Yeji stated lightly as she inspected herself meticulously in the mirror.  "Anyways, I gotta head, so hand me back my vape.  Also, try not to steal all my shit while I'm gone."

"No promises," Ryujin answered as she tossed the vape to Yeji.  Yeji quickly pocketed it before rushing through the door and releasing a sigh.  Maybe this was a mistake.

Guess she would find out later today.

---

Yeji walked into the shopping mall as she brushed the strands of hair that fell loose out of her ponytail to frame her face.  God, she needed to stop messing with it before it started looking like she was trying out for the Lion in Wizard of Oz.  Speaking of, she never understood that story.  Like, why would that dumbass Lion go to a wizard instead of a bar if they were looking for courage?  Like, they call it liquid courage for a reason!

Damn, maybe Yeji should've snuck a drink before showing up.

"You made it!"

Yeji snapped to attention as the familiar form of Noemi rushed up to her and gave a wide grin.

"Yeah, sorry for being late," Yeji answered embarrassedly as she desperately hoped her new hair color wouldn't exacerbate any flushing cheeks that may follow.  "You weren't waiting too long, were you?"

"Only a few minutes," Noemi stated cordially.  "So, what do we want to do?"

"I figured we would figure that out once we were here," Yeji reasoned as she leaned back.  "This mall's pretty much has everything."

"Really?  Like what?"

"Well, there's a movie theatre on the second floor, mini golf is around nearby, there's an arcade on the top floor-"

"This mall has an arcade?!"

"I mean-"

"Well, what are we waiting for?!  Let's go to the arcade!"

Noemi grabbed Yeji's hand and dragged her through the mall as Yeji became flustered.  Did Noemi even know where they were going?  Also, did she always grab the hands of people she was hanging out with for the first time?

Yeji took a deep breath.  Settle down.  Noemi was super flirty so her hand grabbing shouldn't have been surprising.

Should it?

"Alright, arcade time!  So, what should we do first?"

Yeji blinked herself back into existence as she surveyed the slew of machines in a room that was lit almost strictly by the games themselves.  She hummed for a moment before turning back to Noemi with a cocky smile.  "I bet I could beat you in air hockey."

"Oh you are so on!"

They giggled as they rushed over to the air hockey machine before Yeji loaded it up with two quarters and fired up the machine.  A loud 'CLINK' could be heard on the other end of the table as Yeji returned to her goalpost with Noemi holding the puck in hand.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

"Hey, you can't say that after I paid for the game."

"Alright, but just so you know, I only play when the loser has to give the winner a kiss."

"Wait- What-?!"

CLINK

Yeji grimaced as she leaned down to get the air hockey puck.

"That was a shitty move."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Noemi responded with a laugh.  "We can forget the kiss, but, since I did score on you, I think I should get to ask you a question."

"What do you want to know?"  Yeji asked as she lightly tossed the puck in the air.

"How long have you lived in Greenstone?"

"My whole life," Yeji answered as she flipped the puck in her fingers.  "I guess I bounced around a couple of houses, but I know how to get to all of them by public transit and none are longer than an hour's ride apart."

"Really?"  Noemi asked intrigued.  "Do you like it here, or would you wanna live somewhere else?"

"Sorry, that's another question," Yeji responded with a smile as she set the puck in front of her paddle.  "You gotta earn that question."

Noemi groaned before readying her position.  "Fine.  I'm sure I'll get you in the end anyways."

"We'll see about that," Yeji responded as she eyed down the table to find her best line of attack.  She smashed the puck towards the wall so that it would ricochet straight towards Noemi who quickly deflected the shot.  The puck crashed against one wall and then the next before Yeji smashed it again.  It ricocheted off the walls again before Noemi thrust her paddle forward.

CLINK

Yeji hummed in satisfaction as Noemi gave a playful whine.

"Darn, I really thought I'd get to ask you another question."

"Too bad," Yeji responded as she spun the paddle on the air hockey table.  "So, for my question, where are you from?"

"As in where did I move here from or where was I born?"

"How about both since I'm answering an unwon question."

"Hey, that's not fair," Noemi pouted.  "That wasn't even a question about you!"

"We never said that the questions had to be," Yeji responded with a devious smirk.

"Mmm, I don't like this game anymore," Noemi whined.  "Can't we go back to the loser has to give the winner a kiss."

"I don't know, I like this format we have going," Yeji responded as she leaned forward.  "Though, maybe if this all goes well, I'll change my mind."

"You're not teasing me right now, are you?"

"Me? Tease you?  Never."

"Really?"  Noemi responded with a mischievous smile.  "That's not what everyone at the club told me about you."

"Everyone there just loves to talk shit," Yeji responded with an eyeroll.  "Also, you didn't answer my question."

"I'm from Las Frutas," Noemi responded as she stared sullenly at the puck.  "Kinda thought I'd be there forever."

"Do you regret moving out here?"

"I'm not sure yet," Noemi responded with a bittersweet smile.  "I think I'm still deciding on that."

Yeji mirrored Noemi's smile before leaning back towards the air hockey table.  "Anyways, let's keep this game going."

They continued their air hockey match as Yeji began to slowly relax to the rhythmic sounds of the puck clattering against the rink walls and the comfortable chatter she and Noemi found themselves in.  The air hockey puck clattered in Yeji's goalpost one final time before they rushed to the other attractions.  They bounced from jet ski racing to the fishbowl game, which Yeji swore was just the sober version of beer pong, to skeeball, which was basically the broke person's bowling according to Noemi, and wrapped it all up with a round at the crane game.

"Come on, come on!"

The crane slowly stretched it's fingers to surround the stuffed panther as it froze in place.

"That's it… just grab the stuffed animal and-"

The fingers quickly closed as they rose, clinging weakly to the sides of the stuffed animal before it slipped right out of the claw's grip.

"God dammit!  I swear, this is the biggest fucking rip-off!"

"Hmmm.  You cool if I try?"

"Yeah, go ahead," Noemi sighed sadly as she stepped aside.  Yeji placed a quarter in the machine before she carefully watched the claw's movements as the shadow slowly arrived above the panther.  She pressed the button to lower the claw that stretched it's fingers once more over its prey.

"Yes…"

The claw grabbed the animal before slowly raising it up and moving sporadically towards the chute.

"No way."

The claw shook as it stopped before dropping the animal.  Yeji smiled to herself and reached into the prize chute and pulled out the panther before handing it to Noemi.

"What are you doing?"

"Mmm," Yeji hummed to herself as she shrugged.  "I figured since you were going for this one you'd probably want it."

Noemi's eyes widened as she took the panther and smiled.  "Damn, how are you so good at the crane?"

"My brother taught me," Yeji responded with a light smile.  "He would always say it was the best way to impress a girl."

Noemi giggled as she hugged the panther.  "Damn girl, your brother must've been super chill with you being gay."

"Uh, well," Yeji began blushing as she turned her face away to scratch the back of her head.  "I think he just wouldn't have known how to hit on guys, you know?"

"If you say so," Noemi stated with a knowing smile that quickly shifted when she heard the chime of her phone.  She quickly fished her phone out of her pocket before grimacing.   "Aw fuck."

"What's up?"

"My mom's on her way to pick me up," Noemi responded with a groan.  "Thanks so much for everything, I…"

Noemi paused as she hugged the panther just slightly tighter.

"I had a lot of fun."

"Yeah," Yeji responded as she smiled sweetly.  "Say, want me to walk you down to the entrance?"

Noemi giggled as she shook her head.  "You're so chivalrous."

"Hey, even I know how to have some decent manners," Yeji responded with a smile.  "Anyways, we should probably get down there so that your mom won't have to wait."

"I suppose we should."  Noemi responded with a sad hum as she walked beside Yeji to leave the arcade.  "By the way, what are your plans for the rest of the weekend?"

"Work," Yeji responded as she stepped onto the escalator.  "That tends to be what I spend most of my weekends doing."

"I didn't realize you had a job."

Yeji shrugged.  "Sometimes, you just gotta do what you gotta do, you know?"

"Yeah…" Noemi responded softly.  "I'm glad you decided to take the time to take me out tonight."

"Of course," Yeji responded with a bright grin as she hopped off the escalator.  "It was tons of fun!  We'll have to do it again."

"Definitely, anytime you want to get together I'll make it happen," Noemi responded with a giggle as Yeji opened the door for her.  "I want to be able to spend more time with you."

"Yeah…" Yeji responded softly.  "Same…"

Noemi smiled sweetly as Yeji's heart thumped in her chest.  Noemi just looked too precious, hugging her stuffed panther, and hair pulled back in a messy bun so that Yeji could see her dark eyes that shimmered everytime her round, tanned cheeks lifted into a smile.  Yeji gave a light smile before she leaned down towards Noemi and kissed her on the cheek.

Noemi's eyes widened as she slowly raised a hand to her cheek before turning towards Yeji.

"Yeji…"

"Loser has to give the winner a kiss."

"That was just a joke."

"I know, but I wanted to," Yeji responded with a light shrug.  "Sorry, was that out of bounds?"

"Not at all," Noemi responded mirthfully.  "But, you should know that I'm seeing someone."

Silence settled over the two as Yeji furrowed her brows at Noemi.

"You're kidding me, right?"

Noemi snapped her gaze towards Yeji.  "Oh, uh, I'm sorry, I-"

"No, look, it's fine."

"But-!"

"Hey, that's your mom's car, right?"

They both watched as a red Nissan drove across the parking lot before Yeji took the cue.

"Anyways, I oughtta go.  Have a good rest of your night."

"Yeji, wait!"

But Yeji continued walking as she heard the car pull up with a slew of Spanish being shouted out through the passenger side window.  She kept on walking as she listened to the car door open and slam shut.  Kept her head down as she continued walking when the car drove past.

It wasn't until the car was gone that she finally stopped.  She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, but she quickly shoved it back in place when she saw Noemi's name pop up.  A sigh fell from her lips as she brushed her hair back and pulled out her vape.

This was so fucking stupid.  Yeji knew this was a bad idea, knew that she shouldn't have done this, but she just wanted to give this a chance.

Guess she really was a loser in the end.

Chapter 23: Wild Wild West

Notes:

Not much to say, but enjoy the update!

Ryujin rubbed her eyes roughly as she sat on the battered roof.  The refinery flames burned in her eyes as she stared down at the black shingles that clung desperately beneath her.  Her phone chimed in the distance as the sound seemed to echo in the empty space.

Ryujin couldn't deal with this shit right now. 

Honestly, she wasn't even here.

She leaned back on the broken roof as she lifted the joint back to her lips.

This day always took her back.  Back to a place the others had probably never heard of.

Back to where it all began.

It all started West of here.  To a land where cowboys were valorized as heroes, defending the land from a pack of wild heathens who had somehow stolen land that white people hadn't even stepped foot in.  She wondered what kind of a person would bother having a child in a place like that.  Maybe she was being judgmental, but 'Gunpoint' didn't really scream 'great place to raise kids' for Ryujin.

She smirked as the smoke cloaked her vision.  She remembered being in elementary school.  Remembered her teacher saying that the first shot fired in the Revolutionary War was considered the 'shot heard around the world.'

Clearly her teacher didn't live in Gunpoint.  Gunshots rocked the walls and shattered windows throughout the broken homes that were more often abandoned than owned.

It was there that Ryujin always seemed to return to.

She was sitting at the kitchen table, right next to the front door.  She didn't dare move from that seat.  A whole host of grown-ups that were barely familiar to Ryujin were rushing in, out and all around her as the sounds of screams could be heard just a thin wall away.  Ryujin didn't dare move from her seat.

After all, if all the grown-ups couldn't save her mother from screaming, then what could Ryujin do?

And what would stop whatever was tormenting her mother from coming after her next?

Suddenly, the shrieks of her mother turned into sobs, but they weren't her mother's sobs.  These sobs belonged to a stranger, but not one of the grown up strangers who wandered through the house.  These sobs belonged to that of a child.

"Ryujin…"

She clenched her hands and eyes shut as the warm voice came closer.

"Ryujin… it's okay…"

"But…"

Her voice was soft and weak as her fists trembled against her thighs.

"What's happening to momma?"

A bony, wrinkled thumb lightly grazed across Ryujin's cheek as she tried to will herself to stay on guard.

"You really are a brave one, aren't you?"

Ryujin shook her head fiercely.

"No, I'm not brave."

"But, I think you are," the woman responded sweetly.  "Despite all the fear, your first question is about your mother.  That takes true bravery."

Ryujin's eyes slowly relaxed.  The sounds of crying could still be heard beyond the darkness that Ryujin had locked herself in, but there was also the sound of light-hearted laughter and soft chatters that Ryujin knew were meant to comfort.  She slowly opened her eyes before turning towards the woman.  She had her dark gray hair pulled back into a bun as her deep set eyes shone with her closed smile.

"What's happening to momma?"

The woman placed her whole hand against Ryujin's cheek, the cool skin rested upon Ryujin's as the hand imprinted itself on Ryujin's skin like braille meant to tell Ryujin that, in this moment, she would be comforted.  The smile grew slightly before the warm voice returned.

"A miracle happened, Ryujin."

"Really?"  Ryujin asked quietly.  "But aren't those supposed to be good?"

The woman laughed.  "Miracles are always good Ryujin.  That's what makes them miracles."

"But…" Ryujin's gaze pulled away just slightly as she began to hug herself.  "But momma sounded like she was in a lot of pain."

"Ah, Ryujin," the woman moved her hand to rest on Ryujin's knee.  "Not all miracles are easy, and not all miracles are painless, but despite all the pain and all the hardship, when a miracle comes your way you'll realize that all those struggles were so small in the face of the greatness that you have found.  That's what makes something a miracle."

Ryujin's lips tugged against her cheek as she looked down at the table.  She didn't buy that story, even as the sobs quieted down, what could have caused so much pain?

"Come Ryujin," the woman coaxed as she smiled sweetly.  "We should go for a walk.  It's a beautiful day today."

Ryujin simply hummed before hopping off the chair as she tugged on the woman's skirt to hold her hand.  That woman was always so kind.  Always so comforting.

But… That's all she was.  A kind and comforting woman with no name who only existed in Ryujin's memory.

Was she still alive?  Did she wonder about the scared, quiet little girl who sat in corners as the rest of the world set itself in motion?

Did she care that Ryujin was gone?

Ashes singed at Ryujin's fingers before she looked at the joint.  All used up.  But that was fine.  She'd just fire up another one.

And get lost in another memory.

After all, it's not like Ryujin could've avoided things forever.  The cracked and weathered wood houses were always a stark reminder to Ryujin that there wouldn't have been anywhere to run anyways.

But, at least the woman's cool hand could keep her comforted.

Even when they returned to the house and someone greeted them and told them that Ryujin's mother wanted to see her, the hand didn't release.

Ryujin wasn't sure she wanted to see her mother though.  Her mind wandered to all kinds of gruesome forms that laid beyond the door where her mother was.

But the hand released Ryujin's, moving to her shoulders as she heard the woman whisper by her ear.

"Go now.  Go witness the miracle for yourself."

Ryujin swallowed hard as she stared at the door.  Was a miracle truly behind that door?

She steeled her resolve as she slowly stepped towards the door.  Her shaky hand reached for the handle before finally resting on it's worn iron.

She took a final breath, and opened the door.

Her mother slowly came into view, her long dark hair draping over her shoulders as she lightly tickled the belly of a baby who squealed and squirmed in delight at the contact.  Ryujin slowly closed the door, being as quiet as possible as she simply watched the scene before her.

"Ryujin, come here."

Ryujin stepped forward slowly, making sure every step she took landed lightly on the worn floorboards that moaned under her small weight.  She approached the bedside as her mother's gaze directed her to the small baby lying next to her.

"Momma… what's going on?"

"Your sister has finally joined us from heaven," her mother stated as her warm eyes met with Ryujin's.  "Come, say hello to Seulgi."

"Seulgi…" Ryujin responded as she simply stared at the baby.  "That's a weird name."

"It's not weird Ryujin.  It means wisdom."

"What's that?"

"It's an understanding of the world that is beyond just knowing."

"Oh…" Ryujin responded lightly.  "You could have just said you don't know."

"Shut your mouth girl," her mother lightly admonished as she flicked Ryujin's forehead.  "You are way too young to be this sassy."

Ryujin giggled, trying to keep her mirth quiet in the still space..

"But, you are older," her mother responded softly, "Which means you'll have to look out for your little sister.  Make sure you take care of her, and I'm sure she'll be there for you when you need her."

Ryujin studied her mother's face, so gentle and certain before her attention was torn to the tiny hands that reached out to her.  She raised her own hand, letting the little fingers cling to her own as the baby giggled in response.

"Okay…"

The baby then pulled Ryujin's hand into her mouth as the sound of coughing could be heard.

"Shit!"

Ryujin hacked and coughed as she killed the joint in her hands.  Goddamn, it all!  It was supposed to be like that!  Just the three of them!

How did things get so fucked?!

Ryujin looked around as the black roof blurred into a gravel blacktop.  Ryujin should've thought twice before deciding to do this on the roof.

She chuckled lightly before laying back down.  She was so full of shitty ideas, why would she change that now?

She lit the cigarette she had in her mouth before inhaling.

Nothing happened.

She opened her eyes again to find that she had lit the butt of the cigarette.  She cussed as she blew out the embers before returning it to her mouth and lighting it up again.  She really should've stopped.  She shouldn't have been doing this.

But, what did it matter?

She did this same shit every damned year.

Every damned year she'd return to the elementary school steps.  Every year she would watch all the happy kids get picked up by happy parents as they would go on their way to their happy lives.

It was the same damned scene every year.

"Roojin!"

She perked her eyes up from the concrete as the cheerful little girl grinned up at her.

"Hi Roojin."

"Hi Seulgi," Ryujin answered quietly as she turned her head back down.  Seulgi was unfazed by Ryujin's distant demeanor as she plopped herself to sit on the stairs right next to Ryujin.

"I knew I'd find you here."

"Good job."

Seulgi whined lightly as her gaze turned to the concrete steps.

"Sorry," Ryujin responded lightly.  "Say, how did school go?"

Seulgi gave a wide grin that showed off the front tooth she had lost just a week ago.

"It was fun!  We found out what our names mean!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!  Did you know that my name comes from Norse Mysologee?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah!  You see, there's this legend that there are people who turn into seals called seulgies, just like my name!"

"That's not what your name means," Ryujin deadpanned.

"Yeah it is!"

"Said who?"

"The innernet!"

"Not everything there is right."

"Okay, then smarty-pants," Seulgi stated as she spoke back.  "What's my name mean?"

"It means 'wisdom.'"

Seulgi was about to talk back before she paused.  "Wizdem?  What's that?  Like a wizard?"

"I guess," Ryujin stated with a shrug.  "I was just told it was, like, knowing stuff but better."

Seulgi sighed.  "I knew you wouldn't know what you were talking about."

"I do too!"  Ryujin argued back.

"Anyways, wouldn't it be cool if I could be a seal?"  Seulgi asked as she sat on the steps.  "I could swim anywhere!"

"I guess, but where would you go?"

"Anywhere!  But, mostly, I'd want to find a nice lady who would take me in and give us a home.  Then we could all have a family and do all sorts of things like…"

Ryujin's eyes widened before she dropped her gaze to her lap.  Seulgi's excitable voice continued to ramble as Ryujin fought to keep the thoughts of their own mother at bay.

They had a mother.

But she abandoned them.

Ryujin's eyes fell heavy as she inhaled the smoke cloud that had left her.  It didn't matter that their mother just dropped them off at a foster home and never showed up again.  What the fuck was up with that?!  Bertha was alright, but she wasn't their mom!

Why did their mom just throw them away?!  It wasn't fair!

But, at least she had Seulgi.

At least she had a baby sister who would push her to play.  Push her to smile.  Push her to laugh.

No matter how bad the world seemed, at least she had her sister.

Ryujin inhaled sharply as the smoke filled her lungs.

It didn't last for long though.

Seulgi was so excited when she heard that there was a family looking to adopt her.  She squealed in delight before running towards her room desperate to pack her things.

She was finally getting a family.

Ryujin watched as the sounds of Seulgi's footsteps echoed in her head long after Seulgi disappeared.

"Ryujin…"

But she simply shook her head as she moved to walk towards the back door.  She sat on the wooden steps as the wind blew roughly into her face and stung her eyes.

Seulgi was going to be gone forever.

The days after that were a blur.  It was like no matter how many times Ryujin rubbed her eyes, the tears just wouldn't go away.

It wasn't until Seulgi stood at the front door with her small suitcase in hand that everything became crystal clear once more.

"Hey, Roojin?"

Ryujin snapped her eyes to attention.

"Where's your suitcase Roojin?"

She hugged one of her elbows as she gave a shrug.  "I just… didn't feel like packing it yet."

"But… why?"

"Because… because…" Ryujin clenched her elbow tightly as she stared at the floorboards.  What was she supposed to say?

"Roojin?"

Ryujin bit her lip as the gears in her mind rattled.

Finally, she let out a bitter laugh.

"Roojin?  What's so funny?"

"What do you mean what's funny?" Ryujin responded with a sinister smirk.  "You thought I was gonna go with you?  God you are dumb."

"Hey!  That's not nice!"

"Aw, is the little seal princess gonna get mad?"

"Shut up!  Take it back!"

"'Oh, my name is Seulgi and I'm gonna swim around the world to find a family that will actually like me!"

"Stop it!  Stop being so mean!"

"Why? I don't need to pretend to be nice anymore, I'm not seeing you again."

"Well then I hope I never see you again either!"

"Girls!  What's going on?!"

Seulgi stared at Ryujin, tears threatening to break loose as Ryujin kept her face fixed on Bertha.

Just keep her gaze fixed anywhere but towards Seulgi.

"Nothing."

Silence settled over them as Seulgi wiped the tears out of her eyes.

"Can we go now?"

"Huh? Um… yes, of course. Uh, Ryujin-"

She turned around but Ryujin was already halfway up the stairs.  She heard it though.  She knew that Bertha would've wanted to mitigate the situation, but things were better this way.

Seulgi was better without her.

And she probably was.  Shit, it was what, 3 years ago when that happened?  Seulgi was probably only one year younger than Ryujin was when she left.  Ryujin couldn't help but wonder.  Wonder if Seulgi had a best friend.  Wonder if math was still her least favorite class.  Wonder if she still liked to draw like when they were kids.

Ryujin smiled slightly as her eyes closed and she took her last drag.  She broke her promise to her mom, but it was worth it.

She snuffed the cigarette as her thoughts drifted off.

Seulgi was better off this way.  She got the family that she always wanted.  Got the family she had always deserved.

And that was all that mattered.

Chapter 24: SHOOT!

Notes:

Man, I don't think I'm ever going to get over the support this fic has gotten. Over 200 kudos and over 6000 hits was way more than I was ever expecting so all I have to say is thank you.

Anyways, here's the latest chapter. Please kudos, comment and, most of all, enjoy.

Yuna dragged her feet as she walked down the hall.

God she hated Mondays.

"Hey Yuna."

Yuna picked her gaze up from the ground to look towards the voice before smiling.  "Hey Lia!  What's up?"

"The usual really," Lia responded with a smile.  "Would you like to eat lunch together?"

"Hells yeah!" Yuna exclaimed.  "Say, have you seen Chae?"

"She told me she had a student council meeting," Lia responded with a sigh.  "She wanted me to apologize to you for missing out on lunch."

"Yeah, should've figured."  Yuna sighed in response.  "Well, thanks for joining me."

"Of course," Lia responded with a smile.  "It's the least I could do after missing the Hussey Hole this weekend."

"Ugh, don't remind me.  No one bothered showing up at all!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Yuna exclaimed before narrowing her eyes at Lia.  "You weren't secretly hanging out with Ryujin again, were you?"

"How dare you!"  Lia exclaimed.  "One, Ryujin and I are friends and so there is nothing wrong with me spending time with her.  Two, there are no hidden agendas behind us spending time together so stop pretending that there is such.  And three, Chaeryoung and I told you that we would be doing campaign strategizing at the library to which you said you weren't interested in."

"But the library's boring as hell!"

"Well, that's where we were.  Do you need me to interrupt Chaeryoung's precious time to validate for you that we spent the weekend making those preparations?"

"No…" Yuna groaned as she slouched forward.

"I'm just worried about Ryujin…"

Lia's eyes quirked in response as she turned towards Yuna.  "What for?"

"I mean, Ryujin didn't respond to any of my text messages!  Not even a 'fuck off, I'm busy.'"

"I feel like I should be concerned that your concern is about the lack of verbal abuse you've received from Ryujin."

"God, you take things way too seriously," Yuna responded.  "Besides, the last time Ryujin didn't respond…"

A slight pause settled between them before Lia mustered a small smile.

"I'm sure it's nothing serious."

Yuna sighed as she took a seat at the cafeteria table.  "I guess… do you know what Ryujin was doing?"

Lia hummed as she looked into her lunchbag.  "Not really, but she does enjoy her space.  Maybe she just needed some time to herself."

"Maybe…"

They both sat in silence as Lia calmly began eating her salad.  Finally Yuna groaned.

"God, this fucking sucks."

"Hey there, mind if I join you?"

Yuna turned her gaze slowly before suddenly perking up.  "Yes! Coal, come hang!"

"Will do!" They responded cheerily before setting their cafeteria tray on the table.  "What were you two talking about?"

"I was just asking my cousin why her girlfriend's ghosting me."

"She's not my-!"

Lia immediately closed her mouth before looking around the cafeteria.  Everyone else seemed content enough speaking amongst themselves to have ignored Lia's outburst.  She released a sigh before glaring at Yuna.

"Ryujin is not my girlfriend."

"You don't need to be in such denial about it."

"It's not denial, it's the truth!"

"Uh, maybe we should change subjects," Coal offered meekly as they scratched their head.  "Like, have you two decided on a club to join?"

"Well…"

"Gag!"

Both gazes turned towards Yuna who rolled her eyes.

"Seriously, I spend every waking minute I'm here waiting to get the fuck out.  Why would I waste my time hanging around longer than that?"

"Because extracurriculars are an important part of one's development as a well-rounded individual," Lia stated matter-of-factly.  "Not to mention, colleges look favorably on those who dedicate extra time to such activities."

"Double gag."

"Well… some of them are fun," Coal stated softly.  "Like, we could do stage crew together!"

"Ugh, no way!" Yuna immediately shut down.  "Like, seriously?!  Then I'd have to deal with Brian!  And that's just naming one of the countless assholes at this school!"

"Er… yeah… but..."

"Don't listen to Yuna," Lia advised amicably.  "She's just upset that she can't think of anything better to do with her life."

"Lies!"  Yuna announced emphatically as she stomped her foot on the cafeteria seat.  "Because I do not attend a club I get to spend the best years of my youth doing everything I'd possibly want!"

"Of course you do."

"Yeah, I do!"  Yuna responded emphatically.  "In fact, you both should join me!  Hussey Hole today after school?"

"Hussey Hole?"

"I'll pass."

"Boo!"  Yuna bellowed as she gave Lia a thumbs down.  "Well, that's fine, you're good to hang, right Coal?"

"Er, uh, sorry Yuna…" Coal responded sheepishly.  "I gotta be at stage crew today."

"Ugh, figures," Yuna responded with a groan.  "Whatever, I'm sure I'll find someone else to chill with."

"Chaeryoung has debate club after school."

"Then I'll find someone else else to hang out with!"

The bell rang as Yuna leapt to her feet.

"Just you watch, I'll make today the best day ever!"

---

She groaned as she stared at the half empty Cup of Noodles bowl before her.

God, she was fucked up.

She tried to shake the drowsiness and lingering effects of too much weed out of her, but everytime she held her head still they both worked to drag her face down against the counter.  She promised them she'd sleep, just let her eat some food first dammit!

"God, I fucking hate school."

Ryujin looked up as Yuna slammed the door behind her with a groan.  She blinked as the figure by the door kept on blurring in and out of her vision before the figure turned towards her.

"Oh my God, Ryujin!"

She rushed over to hug Ryujin who tried to keep her gaze steady.

"What time is it?"

"Just a little past 3."

"Fuck, really?"

"Yeah," Yuna groaned as she sat in the seat next to Ryujin.  "And to think, I wasted the whole day at school."

"Tough nuts kid," Ryujin responded as she struggled to get the noodles to stay on her fork.  "Damned, slippery little bastards."

Yuna giggled lightly.  "Struggling there Ryujin?"

"Fuck off squirt," Ryujin muttered as she tried raising the noodles high above the cup before they splattered back into the broth.  "Fucking dammit."

"Man, you're way out of it," Yuna noted as she got up to hand Ryujin some paper towels.  "What'd you do over the weekend?"

Ryujin thought back to passing out on the roof as smoke surrounded her vision.

"Nothing."

"I doubt that."

"Well, it's the truth," Ryujin responded as she quickly wiped up the broth splatters off the table.  Yuna leaned against the counter with a sigh.

"You know, I feel like it's unfair that you tell Lia and Yeji shit, but won't talk to me."

"Aw, you jealous?" Ryujin responded with a chuckle.  "Don't worry Squirt.  It's not like my life's worth talking about…"

"Ryujin…"

She groaned as she rubbed her eyes roughly with the palms of her hands.  "Sorry, I thought I'd be less fucked by now."

Yuna looked towards the couch and saw that there was a blanket haphazardly draping the cushions.

"Did you sleep here last night?"

"Mmmm, for part of it," Ryujin groaned as she stared back at the noodles.

Yuna sighed as she sat back at the table.

"You know, I was worried about you."

"You just say that cause you were bored over the weekend."

"That's not true!"

"Your sixteen messages say otherwise."

"Urk!" Yuna stopped as she slouched her shoulders.  "Okay, I'll admit, that may have been a bit much."

"A bit?"

"Well, what else was I supposed to do?!  Chaeryoung and Lia were busy doing school stuff and Yeji was at work!"

"And that's my problem because?"

"Because I was-!"

Yuna covered her mouth as Ryujin gave a knowing smirk.  She punched Ryujn's shoulder.

"God, you're the worst."

"I know."

Ryujin lifted her utensil and chomped down on the fork.  She slurped up the noodles as Yuna rested her head on the table.

"Why isn't anyone else able to hang out?"

"You know better than me."

"I mean, why do they bother doing stupid shit with their lives?!  Like, Yeji working all the time and Chaeryoung and Lia doing extracurriculars?"

"Because they actually have lives."

Yuna groaned as she sulked back into her seat.

"Coal asked if I would join stage crew."

Ryujin bobbed her head as she concentrated hard on grabbing that one noodle at the bottom of her cup.

"Why don't you?"

"Ugh, why would I bother?" Yuna asked begrudgingly.  "That'd just be a waste of time."

"What makes you say that?" Ryujin responded as she tilted her cup to narrow her eyes at the contents within.  "I mean, it's not like you're doing shit now."

"But this is way better than hanging out with those shitheads at school!" Yuna exclaimed before huffing back towards the counter.  "I swear, the less time I spend there, the better."

Ryujin hummed as she started swirling the broth to see if any noodles remained.

"Besides, I mean, everyone there is a fucking asshole!  Like, they all think they're so much better than everyone else because they have some useless title for some useless hobby like pottery or some shit and it's all pretentious and stupid and I'm perfectly fine without any of it!"

"So, what'd you do over the weekend?"

Yuna groaned as she leaned her chin back in her arms.

"I mean, everyone else has shit they're doing, so why aren't you?"

"What does it matter," Yuna grumbled lightly.  "Besides, what are you doing?"

"Whatever I want," Ryujin responded as she slurped the broth out of her cup.  Yuna rolled her eyes.

"Please, I know you're just as bored as I am."

"Then why do you hang here?"

Yuna shrugged her shoulders.  "Got nothing better to do."

"If you say so."

Ryujin drank down the last of the broth before giving a worn sigh.

"Anyways, you cool being quiet?  I'm gonna crash again."

"Hm?  Oh yeah, totally."

"Cool…"

Ryujin flopped onto the bed as Yuna gave a chuckle.

"The bed's open you know."

Ryujin grumbled as she snuggled into the blanket.  "Too far."

Yuna gave another chuckle before grabbing her backpack.

"Whatever.  Have a good night."

Ryujin hummed as Yuna left the apartment.  Maybe today wasn't a Hussey Hole day.

But… there was always tomorrow.

She left with a sigh as she walked down the apartment steps.

There was always tomorrow.

-

Coal's locker echoed in the empty hallway as they turned down the barren hall.  They readjusted their backpack before giving a satisfied grunt and moving past the row of lockers.  The hallway behind them was just as empty as the hall before them.

Or so they thought!

Yuna looked past the row of lockers she was hiding behind.

Target acquired.

She tiptoed towards Coal before rushing behind a new row of lockers.  She peeked out again.  Coal continued moving straight forward, seeming completely unaware.

It was the perfect ambush.

Yuna rushed up as Coal turned around.

"WHA-?!"

"SURPRISE!!!"

Yuna barrelled into Coal who collapsed to the floor with her. They groaned, rising slowly as Yuna moved to sit back on the floor.

"Damn, Coal, you were supposed to catch me."

"How was I supposed to do that?!  You completely blindsighted me!!!"

"You should always be prepared for anything," Yuna informed mirthfully as Coal rolled their eyes.  They got back to their feet as Yuna followed with her eyes before scrambling to a stand.

"Hey!  I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to upset you!"  Yuna exclaimed as she rushed in front of Coal.  "Besides, there's something I need you to do."

Coal quirked a cautious eyebrow.  "What's that?"

Yuna smiled, taking Coal's hand in her own before her grin turned mischievous.

"Ditch stage crew to come hang with me."

"What?!"

Yuna rushed forward as she dragged Coal behind her.

"Wah!  Yuna!  What are-?!"

"Less talking, more running!"

Yuna rushed through the empty hallways, dodging the occasional student as Coal began to match her pace.  Yuna laughed at the exhilaration as she began hearing Coal's light laughter behind her.  They continued rushing through the halls before crashing through the double doored entrance and collapsing on the pavement it spilled into.  Coal rested their hands on their knees as Yuna lay back against the cement to soak in the sun.  "I swear Yuna, you're crazy."

"I know," Yuna responded with a bright grin.  "But you love it."

Coal simply giggled.

"Yeah…"

Yuna hopped up to a sitting position as she looked up at Coal.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Pfft, isn't that your job to figure out since you abducted me?"

"Hey!  I didn't think you'd actually come with!"

"Well, Chemistry Club got canceled so I've got no plans."

"WHAAAT?!?!?!"

Coal laughed as Yuna leapt to her feet.

"Dammit!  Why didn't you tell me you were in Chemistry Club?  Also, why didn't you tell me it was cancelled?!  And don't you have stage crew?!"

"Stage crew only meets once a week until we get closer to the performance dates," Coal responded with a smile.  "Also, I didn't tell you I was in Chemistry Club cause I didn't think you'd be interested in hearing about it."

"Hey, I'm-!"

Coal quirked an eyebrow at Yuna who sputtered in response.

"Okay, yeah chemistry sounds super lame," Yuna responded as she folded her arms.  "Why are you in so many clubs?"

Coal shrugged.  "Because I want to be."

"But… why?"

Coal rolled their eyes.  "Because I enjoy what I do there.  I love Science and I get to do so much stuff in stage crew!  Sure, I have to deal with Brian, but most folx aren't that bad.  Plus, the things we get to do are awesome!"

Yuna watched as Coal's eyes lit up at their exclamation.

"And… it'd really mean a lot if there was someone there that I knew…"

Yuna watched Coal for a moment as they looked sheepishly up at her.  Would it really make that much of a difference to Coal if Yuna was there?

Yuna sighed as she hugged one of her elbows.

"Shoot."

Coal blinked as they kept their gaze in Yuna's direction.

"What?"

"Shit, alright, I'll do it!" Yuna exclaimed with a pointed finger.  "But you're gonna owe me for this!"

"Er… how do I make it up to you?"

Yuna's grin widened as she leaned forward.

"You have to join us at the Hussey Hole."

Coal's brows scrunched before rising in question.

"Um… what?"

"Well, I better go.  I gotta make sure the place is set up for your official initiation."

"Wait!  What's the Hussey Hole?!  What's gonna happen at the initiation?!"

"Well…" Yuna smiled as her eyes rolled playfully. "You'll just have to wait to find out."

"Wah-?!  Yuna?!"

"Anyways, I gotta go, BYE!!!"

Yuna took off as Coal raced after, shouting their questions over Yuna's laughter.  She really wasn't looking forward to joining stage crew, but Coal was there.

How bad could it actually be?

 

Chapter 25: Tennis (0:0)

Notes:

Man, it feels a little crazy that I only have one chapter left until the next hiatus. Anyways, thank you all for your continued love and support of The Time of Our Lives. As I mentioned in my notes for In the Morning, I decided to move forward with getting top surgery and I'll be getting surgery this February so, I'm still gonna try to keep writing, but please be patient and understanding with any delays if I don't get Break Ice out quickly. Well, that's all ftom me, please comment kudos and enjoy the show!

"God this fucking sucks!"

Yuna walked down the hallway with their back slumped as Chaeryoung rolled her eyes playfully.

"Must we start every morning this way?"

"Ask that to the teaches," Yuna grumbled.  "I never asked to have school."

"Given the bureaucratic nature of the K-12 education system I highly doubt that the teachers have any more power to shut down the school as we do."

"Oh come on, you know you don't really believe that... do you?"

"Hmmm," Chaeryoung placed her hand over her chin as her face scrunched in thought.  "I suppose if we could get the teacher's to unionize a strike then there may be a possibility…"

"You see!"

"However, would we actually be able to convince the teachers to do so?  We do attend a largely conservative school and unions are seen as being more a 'leftist' activity.  Of course, most strikes are done with the intent of causing reform to the institution as opposed to shutting it down…"

"We can worry about those details la- Oh, hey, there's Lia!"

Yuna rushed off as Chaeryoung lagged behind, lost in thought.  Meanwhile, Lia gave a heavy sigh as she shut her locker.  Scratch discus throwing from her list of clubs to join.  She could try out for choir, though she hated singing in front of people.  And orchestra already turned her down saying they already had a pianist.  Where was she supposed to go from here?

"HEY LIA!!!"

"KYA!!"

Lia dropped her book and turned around only to grimace at the figure before her.

"Yuna!  Why do you always do that?!  Haven't you heard of 'inside voices?'"

"Yeah, and I got an 'F' on it in kindergarten."

Lia rolled her eyes as Yuna chuckled and helped pick up Lia's books.

"You sure are lively these days."

"Hey, I am a free spirit that cannot be contained."

"I suppose that's an adequate way to describe yourself," Chaeryoung interjected as she handed Lia her final book.  "How are you doing today Lia?"

"Better now that I'm speaking to someone that isn't constantly shouting," Lia answered with a smile.  Yuna tried interjecting, but Lia continued to ignore them.  "How's your day going Chaeryoung?"

"It's been going well thus far," Chaeryoung responded amicably.  "Yuna has some rather exciting news."

"It's not exciting!"

"It must be with all the yelling you've been doing."

"I'm just always this way!"  Yuna shouted.  "Besides, there's nothing exciting about stage crew."

"You mean you actually joined?"

"Pfft, as if!"  Yuna responded as they folded their arms indignantly.  "I'm just going Monday because I have nothing better to do."

Lia rolled her eyes.  "Either way, I'm happy you found something to occupy your time with."

Yuna sighed.  "I mean, if you two are gonna be busy with clubs and council and shit then I guess it just made sense."

"Which reminds me, have you found a club you're interested in yet?"

"Wait, you don't have a club?" Yuna asked.  "I mean, I know that tournaments aren't till Spring, but I was certain you'd join the-"

"Oh, look at the time, I should really be going to my next class!  See you all later.  Bye!"

Lia rushed off as Chaeryoung turned towards Yuna.

"I apologize, I think I may be missing something.  Did Lia join a club?"

"Based on how dodgy Lia was, I doubt it," Yuna mumbled.  "Which makes no sense.  Lia's all about after school stuff."

"Well, Lia is already putting herself out there for the council campaign.  Perhaps she's looking to focus on that."

"No way," Yuna practically hummed as they walked forward.  "If she's not in a club her chances of winning the presidency are near zero since that's the best way to network.  She wouldn't have overlooked that so I swore she would've joined-"

They felt Chaeryoung pull them back by the shoulder as they nearly paced into a wall.  Yuna thanked Chaeryoung who simply nodded at the poster before them.

 

COME SUPPORT THE WOMEN'S TENNIS CLUB BAKE SALE

FOR FURTHER DETAILS CONTACT TENNIS TEAM CAPTAIN JENNIFER SLOAN

---

Yeji groaned as she walked down the gravel pavement.

God, this fucking sucked.

She still wasn't quite over what had happened over the weekend.  And how could she be?!  Noemi totally led her on!

Yeji sighed as she looked back to her phone.

 

FROM: Noemi

yeji, im so sry. i didnt mean to hrt u. i get it if u need time but can we plz tak bout this wen u can?

 

Yeji sighed, shoving her phone back in her pockets as she brushed back her hair.  God, why was she so worked up about this?  She barely even knew Noemi and it's not like they were even a thing!  This was all her fault for getting her fucking hopes up.  If she would've just stuck to her guns and not bothered with dating until later this never would've happened.  Seriously!  She had tried this shit before.

Why did she think Noemi would've been different?

Yeji sighed as she opened the door to her bedroom.

"Yo."

She grimaced as Ryujin continued to casually smoke on her bed.

"Get out."

"That's rude. Not even a 'hi?'"

Yeji glared at Ryujin's smirking face before turning towards her closet.

"Haven't seen you in a while."

"I wonder why."

"You doing okay?"

Yeji exhaled sharply.

"What do you think?"

"I think you desperately need a smoke," Ryujin stated as she handed Yeji her vape.  Yeji rolled her eyes before taking it and inhaling deeply.  She released the breath as strawberry smoke filled the air.

"Better?"

"A little," Yeji answered with a sigh.  "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Getting your lazy ass over to the Hussey Hole."

"I kinda figured that'd be the case," Yeji responded.  "Kinda ironic isn't it?"

"I don't worry about shit like that," Ryujin responded as she stood up.  "So, we gonna head?"

"Aren't you gonna ask me how things went with Noemi?"

Ryujin shrugged.  "If you wanted me to know you would've told me by now."

"Yeah…" Yeji answered with a light smile.  "Thanks Ryujin."

"For what?  Come on, we oughtta get outta here before Yuna busts open some windows."

"Ugh, fine," Yeji groaned as she stretched her arms out.  "Only because I wouldn't be able to afford it if Yuna got me kicked outta here."

"Makes me wonder if their parents actually payed for Yuna's place to keep the property damage at their place down."

"Taha!  Man, that's mean.  Besides, we all know you're more destructive than Yuna is."

"What can I say?  Some things just need fucking up.  And some people."

Yeji rolled her eyes.  "I'm not hiring you out as a hitman."

"Your loss," Ryujin responded as she walked out the door and pulled out a cigarette.  Yeji watched as Ryujin fluidly lit the cigarette, taking a slow drag before releasing the fumes to the air.

"You know, if you're gonna keep watching I'm gonna have to charge you."

"Psh, you charge people to watch you smoke?"

"If they're that interested then yeah.  Otherwise, they can look somewhere else."

Yeji laughed as she shook her head.

"You're fucking crazy."

Ryujin simply shrugged as she took another drag.

"But… you also seem different."

"How so?"

"I don't know…" Yeji responded with a tilted head.  "I guess you used to come off as more smug and aloof."

"My bad.  Guess I'll have you walk to the Hussey Hole yourself."

"As if," Yeji responded with a laugh.  "I already know you were just as worried about me as anybody."

"Actually, I just needed to borrow some cash."

"Of course you did," Yeji responded with a playful shove.

"Yeah, why else would I visit you?"

"Ryujin, I'm so fucking broke that claiming your just there for cash is such fucking bullshit."

"Well, you still got a vape."

Yeji rolled her eyes.  "Good to know that thievery only comes second to your nicotine addiction."

"Fuck off, I can quit whenever I want."

"Bet."

They continued their cheerful banter until they finally made it to the apartment complex.  They opened the door only to watch Yuna immediately perk up.

"Oh my God, you're actually here!"

Yeji scratched the back of her neck as Yuna turned to Ryujin.

"And you're actually awake!"

Ryujin rolled her eyes as Yeji chuckled.

"Party too hard Ryujin?"

"Maybe," Ryujin answered back.  "Mad you weren't invited?"

"Your parties are trash anyways," Yeji responded as she moved to the cupboard.  "Damn, I seriously needed one of these."

"This is awesome!  Now that you're both back we can finally- Hey!  Are you two ignoring me?!"

The sound of released carbonation rushed out of Yeji's beer can as she moved to sit on the couch.

"How's it going Chae?"

"It's going well," Chaeryoung answered as she smiled past her book.  "How are you two?"

"Doing alright."

"Ditto," Ryujin responded as she crashed on the couch that wasn't currently occupied.

"Hey, why are you two always ignoring me?"

"Weren't you reading a different book last week?"

"I was, though this one's required for schoolwork."

"Yeah, guess the interesting shit you'd have to find on your own."

"HELLOOOOO!!!"

"Yeah, I gotta read The Great Gatsby for school and- MMMMFFF!!!"

"NO!  NO MORE SCHOOL TALK!"

Yeji flailed her arms before tearing the hand away from her mouth.

"Holy fuck Yuna!  What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"You were ignoring me!"

Yeji rolled her eyes as the others laughed.  "You make it too easy, Squirt."

"That's so rude!  Besides, we don't have time for this!"

All eyes turned towards Yuna who took a moment to center themself.

"Everyone, we have a problem."

---

Lia sighed heavily as she stared at the other side of the court.  The corner tantalized her.  Daring her to risk making the perfect serve, or suffer the consequences of an out of bounds shot.

Lia wasn't intimidated.  She inhaled deeply and grounded her feet.  She dropped the ball, letting it bounce up as she caught it before turning her gaze back to the corner.  She took another deep inhale and raised the ball above her head.  She lowered it slightly before tossing it in the air and smashed it.

SWISH

SMACK

"Ugh, dammit!"

Lia silently cussed to herself as the ball rolled in front of the net.  What was wrong with her?!  She may not have practiced as regularly recently, but she had never hit the ball into the net this much.  What was she supposed to do if she couldn't make it on the tennis team?!

"HEY LIA!!!"

Lia flinched at the sound before she turned to see her cousin wearing a white baseball cap and an outlandishly long mustache with a pink polo and white tennis shorts.  Her cousin was followed by Chaeryoung, Yeji and Ryujin who all failed to hide their amusement at the situation.  Lia groaned.

"Yuna, what are you doing here?  You're banned for life, remember?"

"Yuna may be banned, but Mr. Puffington is not!"

Lia quirked an eyebrow as her gaze drifted to the other three.

"I can't imagine you bought memberships for 'Mr. Puffington and friends.'"

"Psh, as if."

"In my defense, I didn't agree to this."

"You can't say that now, Yeji!" Yuna exclaimed.  "You were all for going to the club!"

"Yeah, the club club, not the country club."

"Well you should've specified earlier!"

Yeji groaned as she planted her face in her hands.  She should've grabbed another beer when she had the chance.

"It's okay Yej," Ryujin responded as she patted her back.  "We'll have you back home by bedtime."

Yeji rolled her eyes as Lia tilted her head at the exchange.  Yeji seemed different now.  Maybe it had been a while since Lia spent time with them all.

"How's your practice been going?"

Lia turned to Chaeryoung who gave her characteristic smile.

"It's going fine," Lia responded quickly.  "What are you all doing here anyway?"

"What do you mean what are we doing here?!"  Yuna asked loudly.  "We're here to make sure you kick Jennifer's ass and get to be tennis captain!"

"That's a strange thing to do," Lia deadpanned as she grabbed a tennis ball from the bin.  "I'm not joining the tennis club."

"As if!  Then why are you here?"

"I just happen to enjoy being here," Lia responded.  "So if there's nothing you actually need."

"Come on Lia, stop being like this!"

"Excuse me.  Do you four have memberships?"

"Aw fuck!  It's the fuzz!"

Yuna booked it for the opposite gate as the manager chased after them.  The other three stayed behind, as the manager seemed too determined to catch Yuna to bother questioning the rest of them.

"You sure you're fine Lia?" Chaeryoung asked with worry riddling her face.

"Of course," Lia responded as she gave a tentative smile.  "I'll see you all at the Hussey Hole later."

Chaeryoung hummed for a moment before nodding.  "If you say so."

Chaeryoung left to find Yuna as Yeji gave a half-hearted 'see you later.'  Lia tried not to think too hard on it as she bounced the tennis ball three times.  She exhaled, trying to center herself as she tried to focus on the ball, but her focus kept drifting elsewhere.

"Don't you need to get going too?"

She turned to Ryujin who had stayed standing to the side of the court.  Ryujin looked up as if she were thinking.  Then she gave a shrug.

"Where would I need to go?"

"I don't know," Lia answered heavily.  "Maybe anywhere but here."

Ryujin's lips scrunched in thought before they curved into a mischievous smirk.

"Okay Princess, have it your way."

Lia gaped as Ryujin casually strode past.  Why was Ryujin always like that?!  Always so cocky and full of herself.  Always acting like she was up to something.

Lia smashed the ball as it crashed straight into the net.

A heavy sigh escaped her as she let her racket droop to her side.

This was hopeless.

"So, those are the kinds of people you spend your time with."

Lia flinched as she turned quickly.

"Jennifer," Lia responded quietly.  "To… what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Oh, don't be so formal," Jennifer stated smoothly.  "After all, it's no secret that you hate me."

Lia sighed as she grabbed another tennis ball.  "Look, I understand that your dating Parker and that's really not my concern, so if there's nothing else then-"

"Then what?  You need to practice for a club you will never make it in?"

Lia clenched the ball tightly as she forced her gaze on it.

"You know, you can still join as an honorary member and help with the bake sale," Jennifer taunted as she walked past Lia.  "After all, there's no way you'll actually make the team with how… mediocre… your current skills are."

"I was aware.  Now, was that all you had to say?"

Jennifer smirked sinisterly as Lia just waited for her to finally leave her alone.

"Not quite," Jennifer practically sang as she grabbed a tennis ball of her own.  "See, as captain of the tennis team, I maaaaay be able to pull some strings around."

"So, you admit that you would intentionally bar me from joining?"

"Julia, I'm here to help you," Jennifer stated with an added emphasis.  "After all, someone's going to need to fill my spot as captain once I've graduated."

Lia rolled her eyes.  "And I'm certain you're eager to hand that over to me."

Jennifer laughed.  "Oh dear Julia.  You must know that in this economy one cannot afford to hand out things for free."  Jennifer walked past Lia before turning with a smile.

"That's why I have a proposition."

"I respectfully decline."

"Are you sure that's wise," Jennifer asked with a tilted head.  "After all, you've returned to our school with no network, no connections, and a completely tarnished reputation that's never too far from a gossipy teenager's mind."

Lia froze as Jennifer smirked.

"Why gamble everything away on trying to be president when I can guarantee you a spot as captain?  It should still help support you in college applications.  Besides, it would look rather bleak if you had no extracurriculars during your entire high school career to add to your college resumé, don't you agree?"

Lia bit her lip as her mind turned itself over.  Jennifer was just trying to manipulate her.  Jennifer had to just be manipulating her.

But... Jennifer wasn't wrong.

"I-" Lia paused as her hands fidgeted with the tennis ball.  "I decline."

Jennifer gave a sigh. "I understand.  Decisions like these take time.  The offer is still available should you ever change your mind."

"Generous, but my answer is still no."

"Of course," Jennifer responded evenly.  "By the way, that blonde girl was pretty cute."

"WHAT?!?!"

SMASH

Jennifer slammed her tennis racket against the tennis ball as it sailed right over the net and hit just inside the corner before bouncing out.  She smiled back at Lia before turning away with a flourish.

Lia knew she had to be blushing.  She tried to fight down the heat in her cheeks as she watched Jennifer walk away, but she couldn't help it.

Jennifer knew.

She clenched her racket tighter as she smashed the tennis ball in her hand.

Straight in the net.

She grabbed another.

Into the net again.

She grabbed one more.

Same result as before.

She dropped the racket before hiding her face in her hands.

Why did the world have to be like this?

---

You know, when you said you wanted to grab dinner, I didn't think this is what you meant

Excuse me, this is a highly reputable establishment with quality food at a reasonable price.

Yeah, I must've missed Cluck N' Cheese's as the top dating spot.

THIS ISN'T A DATE!!!

Ryujin chuckled before biting her lip.  Shit, she's losing it.  Here she was walking down the sidewalk giggling like an idiot as she carried a bag of take out with her.

She needed to get her shit together.  It's not like she and Lia were anything more than friends.

Lia only said it fifty times.

How do you do it Ryujin?

Do what?

How do you not be afraid?

Ryujin's lips tightened as she looked at the food she was carrying.

What would I be afraid of?

You see, how am I supposed to be like that?

That's not what I meant.

Ryujin gripped the plastic handle tighter.

I've got no reason to be afraid since I've got nothing to lose.

Ryujin bit the inside of her cheek as she thought.

It would've  been easier if she stayed that way.  She'd never have anything to lose.

She'd never have to be afraid.

Ryujin shook her head as she focused her gaze ahead.  This was fucking stupid!  She just bought some curry to share with Lia.  It's not like she's fucking proposing or some shit.

Besides, they're just friends.

They're just friends...

…

Damn, this was a bad idea.

Ryujin sighed before looking ahead.  The country club was slowly coming into view as the black iron fence loomed over the sidewalk.  Ryujin found the gate entrance before quickly picking the lock and shutting it behind her.  She sighed as she walked towards the tennis courts.  It was eerily quiet as Ryujin walked through.  Did Lia head home already?

SNIFF

Ryujin turned towards the sound as she found a crumpled form huddled up on the bench against the building.

"Lia?"

Lia snapped to attention, revealing her puffy face as her eyes widened in shock.  She gave a final sniffle as she wiped her tears roughly.

"Ryujin.  What're you doing here?"

"I… figured you'd be hungry," Ryujin stated as she lifted the bag.  "You… doing okay?"

"I…"

That blonde girl was pretty cute.

I'd still listen… you know, if you want to talk about it.

"I…" Lia paused as she tried to get her face together.  "I'm just having a bad game."

Ryujin hummed as she looked at the racket next to Lia.  She set the takeout on the bench as she walked over and grabbed it.  She stared at the netting for a moment as Lia watched in uncertainty.

"What are you doing?"

Ryujin turned to Lia and shrugged.  "Guess I was trying to figure out why you liked such a white people game."

Lia rolled her eyes.  "You would say something like that."

"What?  It's the truth.  I mean, you can't even attack someone with this shit, so why play."

Lia loosed a chuckled.  "So, you only play sports with equipment you can assault people with."

"I like to be prepared in case things go south."

Lia shook her head as she tried to hide her laughter.  Ryujin turned back to looking at the racket before giving it a few light swings.

"That's not how you swing a racket you know."

Ryujin shrugged.  "I figured it'd be more effective to hit things using the metal part."

"You'd be surprised.  The strings are there precisely to give more power to a shot."

"Psh, you're lying."

"Of course I'm not.  Think about it, you can jump higher on a trampoline than on regular ground.  Just because the metal's firmer doesn't mean it's more effective."

Ryujin scrunched her face in thought before shrugging.

"Whatever.  I'm still sure I could baseball that shit."

Ryujin swung the racket with the rim facing out as Lia giggled.  "Here, let me show you how to do it.  I promise you'll find it more effective."

Ryujin quirked an eyebrow as Lia walked up behind her.

"So, when you're about to make a hit, you want to twist your body so that your shoulders are towards where the ball is going."

Lia guided Ryujin's shoulders as her torso twisted to face the side of the court.

"Why wouldn't I just turn this way?"

"Because if you do that, you're relying strictly on your arm to provide the force to hit the ball.  By twisting your body, your whole upper body is creating momentum to give more power to your shot."

Ryujin hummed in thought as Lia continued her lesson.

"Next, make sure you hold the racket so that the racket is above your hand.  It's also best to hold it away from your body."

"Like this?"

Lia hummed as she inspected Ryujin's form.  She moved to raise Ryujin's forearm to make sure the racket was properly positioned before standing back and nodding.

"Yeah, like that."

"Now can I swing?"

Lia rolled her eyes.  "Just remember to keep your wrist relaxed and let the racket naturally trail.  But yes, that should be the gist of it."

Ryujin swung the racket as a satisfying SWOOSH came from the motion.  Ryujin stared across the court as Lia smiled.

"That was pretty good."

Ryujin shrugged.  "I still think I'd get a better hit if I used the frame."

"Are you still on about that?"  Lia asked with an eyeroll.  "Although, if you want more power, you can get it if you switch to an eastern grip."

"What's that mean, I'm not Asian enough?"

"For the love of- Just get over here."

Ryujin laughed as Lia rolled her eyes, though that didn't stop the small smile from forming on her face.  She gestured for the racket before continuing her lesson.  "Here, if you grip the racket like this."

She turned the racket and grabbed Ryujin's hand.

Her hand was always so warm.

She stared at their hands together as a sense of wistfulness washed over her.

You've returned to our school with no network, no connections, and a completely tarnished reputation that's never too far from a gossipy teenager's mind.

Ryujin and I are friends and so there is nothing wrong with me spending time with her.

She was just lying to herself again, wasn't she?

"Lia."

Her eyes snapped to attention as she found Ryujin's face riddled with concern.

"You doing okay."

Lia turned back towards her hand on Ryujin's.  She wished she could hold that hand forever.

Instead she closed in around the racket.

"I'm sorry.  I just realized I needed to get back home."

Ryujin's brows furrowed as her gaze watched Lia turn away.

"Huh? But-"

"I'll see you later Ryujin."

Lia grabbed her backpack and walked towards the court exit as all Ryujin could do was stand and stare.

Did that really just happen?

She turned to look at the racket.  She closed her eyes as she tried to remember how Lia turned her body and where Lia had guided her arm.

SWISH

She looked ahead as if there should've been a ball bouncing across the court before turning back to the racket.

She gave it a bitter smile.

She dropped the racket as it clattered to the ground over.  Tennis was such a fucking stupid game.  Why would Ryujin ever give a shit about it?

She walked back to the bench as she shook her head before noticing that the takeout curry she had bought for her and Lia sat untouched on the bench.  She dropped her head and grabbed her cigarettes.  She lit one up before crashing on the bench and throwing her head back.

"Guess it's just you and me tonight."

The curry didn't respond as Ryujin blew her smoke to the sky.

So much for a dinner for two.

Chapter 26: Break Ice

Notes:

I wasn't sure if I would get this out in time, but as I started writing it I just felt like I had to get this out. Anyways, here's the latest update. I hope you all enjoy and I'll see you all next comeback =)

Yeji groaned as her sneakers were just as vocal about their dissatisfaction.

She seriously needed a change of pace.

God, she needed to stop being such a spaz about this!  She'd been doing nothing but moping at home and moping at work and moping at school about what had happened.  She should just move on!

Yeji sighed as she paused.  But how?  The way she saw it, she had two options: Avoid Noemi forever or talk things out and figure out the rest from there.

It would've been easy to avoid Noemi.  It's not like Noemi went to her same school or anything.  She'd just delete Noemi's number and be done with it.

But… is that what Yeji wanted?

Yeji sighed as she opened the door only to hear her brother talking to someone.  What was he saying?  What did 'gajok' mean again?

Oh shit, Youngjae was speaking in Korean, wasn't he?

Yeji froze as she listened to the words coming through the closed door.  Who was Youngjae talking to?  Their parents weren't calling, were they?  Who else would Youngjae speak to in Korean?

There was a quick 'annyeong' as silence returned to the abode.  Time seemed frozen as Yeji continued to stare at the door that slowly cracked open.

"Yeji?"

Youngjae stepped out of his room as Yeji remained frozen.

"You doing alright, Yeji?"

Yeji swallowed hard.

"That wasn't mom or dad, was it?"

"No, it wasn't."

Yeji kept her gaze even.  She wasn't quite sure if she believed him, but she wouldn't relax until she had an answer.

"That was our Second Aunt Kim Davi."

Yeji nearly dropped her backpack.

"What?!"

"She's coming to town this weekend and is planning to visit."

Yeji's eyes remained wide as her jaw dropped to the ground.

How the fuck could this be happening?!

---

"Okay, so that's what I need everyone to do.  Got it?"

All three faces stared blankly at Yeji as she waited with baited breath.

"Yeah..." Yuna drawled slowly.  "I think I missed that part?"

"Which part?"

"All the parts?"

Yeji sighed as she held her head in her hands.  Why did she think her friends could help again?

"If I understand correctly, you're asking us to perform a form of assisted suicide?"

"I mean, kinda," Yeji responded with a shrug.  "Look, I just need someone to kill me so that I can be dead for, like, five days and then everything can be normal after that!"

"That's where I personally am finding some confusion," Chaeryoung responded calmly.  "Death generally isn't considered a reversible phenomenon."

"Unless... Wait!  Yeji  are you saying you've learned the secrets of necromancy!  Can I learn!"

"God, I don't mean I need to literally croak!" Yeji responded as Yuna whined on the sidelines.  "I just need you all to fake murder me or some shit.  Easy peasy."

"Why?  You trying to dip out of work?"

"Please, I can't afford to miss work," Yeji responded with a huff.  "Besides, I wouldn't need to go to this extreme to get a day off from Hector."

Ryujin rolled her eyes.  "So then, who are you avoiding?"

"Psh, you don't need to know!"

"Oooh, can we guess then?"  Yuna asked as they moved to sit on the couch's backrest.  "Is it… a crush?  Your parents?  Your shitty ex?"

"Ugh, please don't remind me about him."

"Why do you even need to fake your death?  The only person you need to do that to avoid is Yuna."

"What about- Hey!  That's not true!" Yuna responded before turning back to Yeji.  "This isn't to avoid me, right?"

"Yuna, why would I ask you to fake murder me if I was avoiding you?"

"I don't know!  You tell me!"

Yeji groaned as Chaeryoung took a sip of her coffee.

"You know, we would be better able to assist you if you tell us who it is you are avoiding."

"Come on Chae, I thought you were all about respecting privacy."

"I apologize, it wasn't my intent to pry," Chaeryoung explained with a warm smile.  "However our ability to assist you is largely limited due to the lack of information you have provided."

Yeji looked at Chaeryoung, calm conviction was written on her face even as she took a sip of her coffee.  Everyone else seemed to wait on Yeji, refusing to turn their gazes away lest Yeji give away the grand reveal while they weren't looking.  Finally, Yeji gave a sigh.

"My Second Aunt Kim Davi is coming to town."

"Oh my God that's crazy!"  Yuna announced.  "I didn't know you had an aunt!"

"I don't.  I have a second aunt," Yeji responded with an eyeroll.

"You two not get along?"

"I mean, she's crazy!"  Yeji responded as she finally took a seat on the couch.  "Like, she has no sisters, but still refers to herself as the 'second aunt.'  Like, second to who?  The only sibling she has is my dad and she's older than him!  Sure, maybe it was only by like, five minutes or something, but still!"

"Sounds like she'd get along with Yuna well."

"Yeah, your second aunt sounds rad!"

"Ugh, please don't tell me you buy into that."

"Is that truly the extent of your concerns around your aunt?"  Chaeryoung asked.  "I understand she may have some quirks, but that doesn't equate to her being a bad person."

"Yeah, but-!  I mean-!  I..."

Yeji sighed as she looked at the hands in her lap.  They clenched and unclenched as she fought to get the words out of her throat.

"I haven't seen her since I transitioned…"

Silence fell over the room as all eyes immediately became sympathetic.

"Do you think she'll be transphobic?"

"I mean, I don't know," Yeji responded with a light shrug.  "The last time I saw her I was pretty young.  I'm not even sure if I totally remember what she was like."

Yeji sighed as she hugged her legs.

"I just don't know if I'm ready for this."

A brief pause settled over everyone as they all sat in thought.

"How can we support you?"

"Huh?"

Yeji turned to Chaeryoung who gave a warm smile.

"What can we do to help support you?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not too late for us to plan our fake assault."

"I mean, everyone else can do that, I'm chill."

Yeji rolled her eyes.  "You're 'tough kid' act is really lacking these days Ryujin."

"Whatever."

Yeji giggled before turning to the TV.

"How about we forget about this and just chill?" Yeji asked.  "I think right now I just need to get my mind off things."

Yuna cheered as they leapt off the couch to start up the game as Ryujin started her usual banter.  Yeji continued to smile and laugh, but she couldn't stop herself from worrying.

Her aunt was coming.  Yeji would have to confront her about who she is.

She just hoped it didn't go badly.

---

Yeji sat on the beach in her black tank top and jeans.  The plan was once Aunt Davi arrived they were going to go to the beach, which Yeji didn't fully understand.  Why would they go to the beach when it was basically Fall?  At least the beach was less crowded this time of year.

Though, that also meant Yeji would have less places to hide.

"HEY!!!  YEJI!!!!"

Yeji immediately turned around only to find Yuna erratically waving in her direction.

"HELLOOOOO!!!!  YEEEEEJIIIII!!!!"

"God, I see you already," Yeji responded as she brushed herself off.  "What are you all doing here anyways?"

"We came to help you!"

"It was Yuna's idea."

Yeji rolled her eyes at Ryujin's comment.  "I figured as much," Yeji responded with a chuckle.  "Missed you yesterday Lia."

Lia's eyes widened in surprise at getting called out before she turned to hug one of her elbows.

"I apologize.  I was… busy…"

Yeji quirked an eyebrow before turning towards Ryujin whose gaze was focused as far from Lia as possible.  Shit, what drama was going on with them now?  Yeji sighed as she accepted the fact that she had been too busy with her own drama to effectively nose in on everyone else.  Maybe she should work on being less of a busybody.

"Well, it's nice to see you all here anyways," Yeji responded with an uneasy smile.  "Seriously, I could use all the help I can get."

"That's what we're here for!" Yuna loudly announced as she placed her hands on her hips emphatically.  Yeji chuckled lightly.

"Thanks."

"Anytime!"

"Speaking of helping," Chaeryoung chimed in.  "Do you know the whereabouts of your aunt currently?"

Yeji gave a shrug.  "Youngjae texted me a bit ago that he'd picked her up, so she should be here soon."

"Right!"  Yuna affirmed before turning 180 degrees.  "Okay everyone, remember your positions!"

"Oh, are we drowning Yeji already?"

"Wait, that's what we're doing?!"

"No Ryujin!  We changed those plans, remember?!"

"Actually, our minutes suggest that we had motioned to move forward with the mock shark attack before-"

TING

Yeji grabbed her phone as her grip immediately tightened around it.

"Fuck, they're here."

"What?!  Aw crap!  What do we do?!"

"I believe our first task would be to greet Yeji's aunt."

"No!  What?!  NO!!!"

"Yeji…"

"You okay?"

"I…" Yeji stepped back.  "I can't.  I'm- I'm not- I can't!"

"Okay, onto Plan B: We distract the second aunt!"

"Quick note: We hadn't fully created our strategy for-"

A car squealed in the distance as Yeji continued to stammer.

"I- I gotta go!"

She rushed off across the sand as her friends watched on.

"Shouldn't... one of us go after her?"

"Yeji's a big girl, she can handle her shit."

"Hey!"  Lia shouted as she turned towards Ryujin.  "That doesn't mean we can't do something to help!"

"At this point, our best mode of support would likely be to keep her aunt at bay while she works through her emotions."

"That we can do!"  Yuna announced as they turned towards the worn down truck.  Youngjae exited the car as out of the passenger side stepped a woman who wore a red Hawaiian shirt and white skirt with a fanny pack in the front.  She had a round jovial face and a gap that showed in her front teeth as she smiled.  Youngjae gave the group a wave with Yuna waving back.

"Hey Yuna, I didn't realize you all would be here."

"Yep!  We're here as Yeji's party planners!"

Lia turned to Yuna to silently mouth her confusion towards her cousin as Yuna waved it off.

"Aw, so you're all friends?  That's wonderful!"  The woman exclaimed.  "I'm everyone's favorite, Second Aunt Kim Davi.  But since you're all friends, you can just call me Aunt Davi."

"Awesome!  I'm Yuna by the way."

"My name's Chaeryoung."

"I'm Lia."

"Ryujin."

"It's so good to meet you all!"

"Yeah, it's... nice that you're all here," Youngjae drawled as he scratched the back of his head.  "But where's-"

"Well, this was nice, but there's no time for chit-chat!"  Yuna hastily stated.  She grabbed Kim Davi's hand before dragging her towards the beach.  "Come on!  We have a long day of very fun plans ahead of us!"

"But, Yuna, we don't-!"

"We have very fun plans ahead!"

---

"Alright ladies, listen up!"

"Pass."

"That wasn't an option Ryujin!"

Ryujin rolled her eyes as Lia released a sigh.

"I do believe Ryujin has a point.  I mean, I understand why this activity would appeal to you, but do you even know how to surf?"

"Hey!  I can stand on those moving walkway things in the airport," Yuna stated before giving a shrug.  "How hard can this be?"

"Based on the shape of the board and the need to direct it in response to the ocean waves that can come in rather variable sizes, I'd deduce that surfing would be instrumentally more difficult."

"Chae, you're supposed to be on my side!"

"I apologize," Chaeryoung respinded with a slight bow.  "But I believe it's important that you have realistic expectations before engaging in a potentially dangerous event."

"Come on, I'll be fine!"

"You're going to wipe out bad."

Yuna's jaw dropped as Ryujin laughed at Davi's announcement.

"Whuh-!  But-!"

"Anyways, this was nice, but I really should go find-"

"No!  Wait!  This'll be awesome!  I promise!  Like, watch this!"

Yuna grabbed at her shirt and pulled as the fabric stretched yet remained unharmed in her hands.  She tried tugging once more, but the fabric refused to tear under the force of her grip.  Finally, she moved her hands to the hem to fling it into the sand before grimacing at it's sight.

"Very impressive.  You practiced that?"

"Fuck you Ryujin!"  Yuna shouted quickly as she moved to take off her jeans.  She chucked her jeans to the ground, leaving her in her swimsuit as she hopped in place.

"Yuna, have you bothered to consider the absurdity of this whole event?"

"I'm not talking to you Lia."

"By the way, you said I can have your car when you die right?"

"I don't have a car!  Also, I'm not talking to you either Ryujin!"

"So you say."

"Ugh!" Yuna groaned before turning to her last ally.  "Chaeryoung, you believe in me, don't you?"

"I will have a first aid kit fully prepared for your arrival back to shore."

"I fucking hate all of you," Yuna mumbled as she turned away.  Who cared what they all thought!  She'd show them!  And none of their opinions mattered anyway.

This was between her and the ocean.

She took a deep breath before smacking the sides of her cheeks and shaking her head.  She grabbed her surfboard before exhaling deeply.

This was it.

"AHHHHHHHH-"

"God, does Yuna truly think she'll make it far using that surfboard as a battering ram?"

"Beats me."

"Yuna does have a peculiar talent for trying different activities with a unique approach," Chaeryoung explained.  Yuna charged toward the ocean, surfboard still raised at the ready before a wave barreled straight into her.  There was silence on the shore before the wave came back, returning Yuna face down on the shore before scurrying back to the ocean.

"Have fun Yuna?"

"Fmph oo"

"What was that?"

"I said 'fuck you,'" Yuna responded before spitting the taste of saltwater out of her mouth.

"That was a very sorry attempt there."

Yuna groaned as she turned away and folded her arms.  "God, why is everyone on my case."

"But, I really admire your enthusiasm!" Aunt Davi announced as she patted Yuna on the head.  "In fact, I may have to show you a thing or two on how to properly surf."

"YOU KNOW HOW TO SURF?!?!?!"

"Of course!" Davi announced.  "They don't call me 'The Beach Queen' for nothing."

Yuna's eyes widened as she looked up at the wide smile on Davi's face.

"Teach me your ways master!"

Davi laughed heartily as she gave Yuna a few more rough pats on the head.  "Ah, you're a funny kid.  But I'll have to teach you later.  I still haven't seen-"

"THE WHIRLPOOLS!!!"  Yuna quickly announced as she jumped to her feet.  "Come on Aunt Davi.  We still gotta see the whirlpools!"

Yuna dragged Davi off as Lia hid her face in her hands.  "I can't believe I'm related to her."

"Who? Yuna, or Yuna's new favorite aunt?"

Lia glared at Ryujin who simply smirked in her direction.

"I suppose it was inevitable given Yuna's energetic nature,"  Chaeryoung responded with a laugh.

"Let's see what else Yuna has planned."

---

"Okay… so… um…"

Yeji released a deep sigh before opening her eyes.

"Hey Aunt Davi.  You remember me, right?  I'm your…"

Yeji paused as her wave dropped.  She kicked the sand at her feet before groaning.

"God, that was fucking stupid."

She ran her hand through her hair as she released a sigh.  She could do this!

She had to do this.

She fixed her gaze forward as she steeled her resolve.

"Hey… Aunt Davi… it… sure has been a while since I last saw you…"

She went silent as her hand slowly clenched into a fist.

"Fuck, that was awful!"

"Yeji?"

Yeji screamed as she turned around to find her brother approaching with a concerned look on his face.

"Fuck, Youngjae, don't scare me like that!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Yeji huffed as she folded her arms.

"It's whatever."

Silence settled over them as Yeji fixed her gaze on the sand beneath her.  She didn't want to be here.  Fuck, why was she even here?!  What the fuck was she hoping would come out of-?

"I'm sorry."

Yeji stayed frozen.  The words rang in the air, waiting for Yeji to acknowledge them as she questioned whether to accept them or not.

"For what?"

"For not being the brother you needed."

Yeji held her arm tightly as she bit her lip.  Were they really talking about this?  After spending two and a half years acting like nothing was different?!

"I know that you didn't want to see me back then," Youngjae stated as he took a seat on the beach.  He sighed with the shake of his head.  "I... said some terrible things to you."

Yeji turned towards her brother, watching as he stared out into the ocean.  She sighed before walking over to take a seat next to him.

"Yeah..." Yeji stated softly as she locked her gaze on the ocean.  "I was scared of what you'd say about me..."

"I know," Youngjae responded.  "And I can't imagine how terrifying it must be for you to have to confront that kind of fear again but…"

He planted a heavy hand on her shoulder as he gave her a kind smile.

"I know Aunt Davi is excited to meet you for who you are now.  Not the person you could've pretended to be."

Yeji stared up at her brother.  She wanted to believe him,  but she couldn't allow herself to believe that.  He wasn't there with their parents when…

What if Aunt Davi didn't understand?

"Ah!  There you are!"

Yeji snapped out of her trance as she turned towards the woman who was waving frantically at them.  Yeji turned her gaze back to the ocean as Youngjae gave her shoulder a squeeze.

"Take your time and talk with her.  I'll be here if you need me."

"...Okay…"

Youngjae patted Yeji's shoulder before getting up.  She kept her gaze locked forward as her aunt loudly sat herself next to her.

"Ah, you found a nice spot to do some ocean watching."

Yeji gave a shrug.  "I guess..."

Davi gave a chuckle as she shook her head.

"So, why have you been avoiding me all day?  Your friends have been dragging me all over the place!"

Yeji hugged one of her elbows as she bit her lip.  "Y-yeah... sorry about that... I..."

Yeji dug her heel into the sand as her fingers clenched into her skin.  God, Yeji, say something!

"So... um… it's… been a while… huh?"

Yeji let out an awkward chuckle before she bit her lip.  Fuck.  What was that?!  God, this was so fucking awkward!  Why did Yeji think that-?!

"Yeji?"

Yeji's breath stopped and her heart raced as she turned towards her aunt.  It was so unexpected to hear her aunt call her by name, but Yeji couldn't let her guard down.

"Y-yeah?"

Her aunt cupped both of Yeji's cheeks, her hands felt so warm as her aunt gave her the brightest smile she had ever seen.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to grow up to be such a beautiful young woman?"

Yeji froze as she stared at her aunt who's smile began to blur.  The tears welled in her eyes as she hoped they would stop, but they refused to yield.  Before she could even think she hugged her aunt and sobbed as her aunt's arms wrapped around her.

"It's so good to see you, Yeji."

She clutched at her aunt's shirt as she continued to sob.  How long did she want someone to say that to her?  How long had she wished that someone in her family would understand?  How long had she been afraid that the people who knew her before the estrogen kicked in wouldn't see her for who she is?

God, it felt so good to be seen.

"Hey! I found-!"

The voice silenced itself as Yeji looked up from her aunt's shirt.  She removed herself from her aunt's embrace before she used the palm of her hand to dry her tears.

"Damn Yuna, learn to read a room."

"Hey!  Don't talk to me like that!"  Yuna defensively responded.  "We were doing all this for you!"

"Yeah…" Yeji responded with a light shake of her head.  "Thanks…"

Yuna beamed a smile before Davi got up and brushed herself off.

"Well, now that everything's sorted out we need to make use of being at the beach! And nothing says beach day like shaved ice!"

"Uh-"

"So let's quit wasting time and get going!"

"Yeah!"

Yuna helped Davi dragged Yeji to the nearest snow cone shack as they waved down their remaining friends.  The day went by quickly as Yeji laughed and chatted.  She took a quick look at her phone as she considered Noemi's message.  Maybe... it'd be okay.  Maybe Yeji could open up about her fears.

Maybe there were more people who were understanding than she realized.

She smiled softly at the phone before putting it away.  She would cross that bridge when she got there.

But right now, she was spending the day with family.

And she wouldn't have it any other way.

Chapter 27: Loco

Notes:

Welcome back everyone! I sincerely apologize for the delay in this chapter. July was absolutely hectic and as soon as I thought things were gonna calm down I fractured my ankle =P I'm doing good though as I'm getting geared up for my final year in my master's program. With that being the case, these long delays may become more the rule as opposed to the exception so I thank you all for your support and your patience. In anycase, please read, comment kudos and enjoy as we get back into The Time of our Lives!

It was probably no surprise to anyone that things ended this way.  Lia may have tried to say this was a shocking turn of events and Chaeryoung may have sworn that she would have never allowed this to happen, but everyone else in the school was certain this was the only inevitable fate for a delinquent like Yuna.

Yeah, shit kinda hit the fan.  She had a good run, but everyone said that luck had always been on her side during those days.  They all warned her that her luck would run out some day.

…

They were all idiots.

A sinister smile crept across Yuna's face, her gaze still dropped to the floor as she remained seated calmly in the corner of her cell.

Did they really think she could be so easily apprehended?!  Ha!

She would show them the error of their arrogance.

She would show them all!

She slowly rose from her seat, her drooping posture swaying with her steps like a willow tree swaying in the gentle breeze that would quickly become a storm.

"Hey!  What are you doing?!"

Yuna chuckled as she kept swaying towards the cell bars.

Wasn't it obvious?

"Hey, you need to stop!"

Nothing could stop her now.

"I said-!"

The phrase was never finished.  The guard was suddenly interrupted by the roaring chainsaw that Yuna caused to materialize.

"HOLY-!!!"

She sliced through the cell bars as shrapnel shot out from her assault, shooting out as the screams of the guards echoed off the walls.  Her smirk grew wider as blood painted the once pure white hallway and the cage that held her was nothing more than a scrap heap of twisted metal.

"S-Stop!"

Yuna's smirk twitched as she slowly turned her head towards the sound.  The man had a hand wrapped around his abdomen, crimson staining his uniform and fingers as his other hand held a gun pointed at Yuna.

"I'll- I'll shoot!"

Yuna paused, registering the shaking pistol as she gave a slight tilt of her head.  He swallowed hard, finger ready on the trigger as a sickening grin spread across Yuna's face.

He would be next.

"CUT!!!"

"Aw," Yuna whined loudly as she carelessly tossed the plastic chainsaw.  Giggles floated from the front of the stage as Yuna contonued to pout.

"Don't worry we can record more later," the girl informed mirthfully.  "You wanna come check out take one with me?"

"Hells yeah!"  Yuna announced as she hopped off the stage to skip toward the girl.  Despite this being the first time she had met Sammy Yuna couldn't help but get along immediately with the girl.  She had a round face and thick black glasses that often slid down her upturned nose.  She clipped her brown hair messily to the back of her head and had bright green eyes that always seemed to shine with excitement, though that may have just been because Yuna was willing to play along with her games.

"How'd I do?" Yuna asked with equal excitement as she leaned over Sammy's shoulder to watch Sammy start up her laptop 

"You were awesome!"  Sammy replied without missing a beat.  "Now, let's see how this turned out."

The screen phased into existence as Sammy plugged in the camcorder and clacked her keys to the rhythm of her thoughts.  Her screen quickly popped up the video of Yuna obliterating a row of gray pool noodles with an overly glammed out chainsaw that looked too gaudy to look real.

"You know, this looked better in my head."

"I don't doubt that, buuuuut check this out!"

Her keys clacked away once again as numbers and letters blipped up in a black pop up.  They quickly ran across the screen before blipping back out of existence, leaving behind Yuna's video.

"Aaaaand play!"

She pushed the button emphatically where they watched Yuna slice through thick steel prison bars with a roaring chainsaw as sparks ignited and leapt across the screen.

"Whoa!  That's fucking cool!"

"I know, right?"  Sammy asked cheekily before turning back to her video.  "But that's not all I can do.  Check this out."

She clicked a few more keys before giving another emphatic clack on the play button as the video ran once more.  Yuna walked towards the cell bars before she pulled out her chainsaw.  The chainsaw tore through the iron bars, searing through the metal as blood spurted from behind the camera screen.

"HOLY-!!!"

"Haha, pretty sweet right?"

"Totally!"  Yuna announced before turning to the girl.  "Sammy, you gotta edit my Instagram videos!"

"Haha, sure," Sammy responded with a wide smile.  "But only if they're good.  I can't risk sullying my reputation with amateur stuff."

"Please, my videos are only the best videos on the internet!"  Yuna bragged before she leaned back towards the screen.  "What other stuff can you do on here?"

"Well-"

"Still working on that little pet project of yours Sammy."

Sammy didn't even flinch as her eyes remained glued to the screen and her fingers continued to clack away.  "Of course I am Lucas.  And if you're smart, you'll jump on helping while this is in the works."

"Pass," Lucas responded in an unamused tone.  Yuna turned curiously to watch as the dark haired boy picked up the set of paints he had been using and returned them to the stage.  He had a straight nose with a bronze tan and black hair that rippled with curls towards where it ended past his chin.

"Aw, come on Lucas!"  Sammy whined with a pout.  "Don't you wanna say, that you were here at the beginning once this movie goes big?"

"Sammy, I've been here since before the beginning."

"Yeah, but how can you prove that if you're not in the credits?"

"No one reads the credits Sammy," Lucas stated matter-of-factly.  "Besides, your movie makes no sense.  Like, why would an angel be in a psych ward?  Also, what kind of psych ward allows their patients to have chainsaws?"

"Hey!  This story's about the descent of humanity by showing that even the most pure and innocent of people determined to help others can be beaten down and driven mad.  People will eat that shit up!  And, if they don't, then they clearly don't know good media."

"Of course," Lucas deadpanned sarcastically.  "That also explains the chainsaw."

"Hey, it's angel magic!"

"Angel magic allows angels to summon chainsaws?"

"Well if Jesus can turn water to wine then why can't angels summon chainsaws?!"

"Hey, does anyone know if we have any more red fabric?"

Sammy immediately shrugged as she went straight back to typing on her computer.  "Sorry Coal."

"There may be more in the storage room, but you would need a teacher's key to get in."

"That figures," Coal mumbled before their watch started beeping.  They immediately shut it off before Sammy gasped excitedly.

"YES!!! Freedom is ours!"

"Wait, it is?!"

"Sammy, no one makes you come to stage crew."

"Psh, that's besides the point," Sammy responded with a wave of her hand.  "Come on Lucas, let's roll!"

Sammy zoomed off immediately as Lucas rolled his eyes.  "I apologize for her.  She's can be a bit excitable."

Yuna laughed in response as she secretly wondered how Chaeryoung would respond once Yuna told her that someone apologized to her for someone else's behavior.

"Don't worry about it.  I had tons of fun."

"Really?!"

Yuna chuckled before turning to respond to Coal's astoinishment.  "Totally.  I may even come back next week!"

Coal's jaw dropped slightly in disbelief before they gave a slight smile.

"I'm glad to hear it!"

"Lucas!  Come on, let's go!"

Lucas sighed before turning back to Coal.  "Do you need us to help with anything before we leave?"

"Nah, you're good," Coal responded with a smile.  "Have a good day."

"Yeah, you too."

"Bye friends!"

Sammy gave an emphatic wave as Lucas took his backpack from her and they walked into the light of the hallway.  It was strange how empty the auditorium felt once they left though she figured that was what happened when you were in a club of three, or, now four, people.

"Anyways, I'm gonna clean up the clothes closet."

"HUH?!"  Yuna whipped towards Coal as she gave them a worried look.  "But, Sammy said it herself.  It's freedom time!"

"Yeah, but, I left a bit of a mess and I'd rather not just leave it," Coal responded as they scratched the back of their head.  "Don't worry, I can take care of it."

Yuna's brows furrowed as she tilted her head.  "You sure?"

"Yeah, totally," Coal assured with a smile.  "By the way, isn't Chaeryoung supposed to get out of debate club soon?"

"Hmm?"  Yuna pondered the thought before pulling out her phone and grabbing at her hair.

"Oh shit!"

She immediately turned back to to the auditorium seats as she grabbed her backpack.

"Sorry to jet!  Love ya!  See ya tomorrow!"

Yuna gave a quick wave before darting down the auditorium aisle and bursting through the double doors.  She greeted the fluorescently lit hallway with three haggard breaths, using her last inhale to force as much of the dusty hallway air into her lungs.  Finally, she took off, rushing straight towards the stairs that had a hoard of students rampaging out into the hallway.

Yuna internally groaned as she weasled her way through the mob to pop out into the stairwell.  She rushed up the steps.  After three flights she turned into the hallway running down the open space before skidding at a turn.  She just needed to run past two more doors and then-!

"Chaeryoung!"

She moved forward with tired steps, entering the dark room and flicking on the lights.

"Chaeryoung?"

She pressed her lips in a tight line as she surveyed the room.  Did Chaeryoung… maybe… leave without her?

"Hello Yuna."

Yuna jumped as she turned around, finding Chaeryoung smiling from the door behind her.

"Ugh, don't do that to me Chae!"  Yuna whined with a pout.  "You scared the shit out of me!"

"I apologize," Chaeryoung responded with a giggle that suggested she wasn't as remorseful as she may have claimed.  "I did, however, think you'd had enough warning since I tried to call to you when you ran right past me."

"You did?"  Yuna asked as she considered her memory of the last 120 seconds.  She didn't take too long to think on it before she resigned to respond with a shrug.  "Guess I didn't pay attention since I'm usually here before you leave."

"I suppose that is fair, though I have to admit, I think I like this arrangement better," Chaeryoung responded with a mirthful smile.  "I was often concerned you'd get hurt when you would nap in front of the door."

"Hey!  I had to be somewhere where you'd find me!  What's better than in front of the door?!"

Chaeryoung laughed once more before turning her smile back to Yuna.  "Well, now that you've found me, what's our plan for- oh."

Yuna turned quickly towards Chaeryoung who gestured to the hall behind her.  Yuna turned around and noticed that Lia was there, standing on a ladder and hanging up some kind of poster... or... something, but who cared?!  She had to say hi to her favorite cousin!

"Hm…"

"HEY LIA!!!"

"KYAHH!!!"

Lia stumbled, leaning dangerously back as her arms flailed for anything to latch onto.  She lunged herself forward, gripping the side rails of the ladder tightly as her lithe body heaved in deep breaths.  She remained frozen there, her heart racing in dread as her eyes looked like they were trying to pop out.  After her third breath, she finally was able to give a sigh.

"Yuna!!!"

"What?!  I'm sorry!"

Lia groaned as she steadily climbed down the steps.  "I thought I told you not to shout like that.  It's startling!"

"I can't help it if I can't contain my excitement at seeing you."

Lia rolled her eyes at the comment as she folded the short step ladder into its compact form.

"You're hanging posters for the Homecoming Dance?"

"Hm, well, yes," Lia answered a bit shiftily as she busied herself with carrying the ladder.  "I figured that, since I was running as student body president, it would behoove me to volunteer for the event to hopefully boost some support for my campaign."

"That is a fair strategy," Chaeryoung mused as she continued to analyze the poster.  "These gatherings are an opportune time to meet more of our peers…"

"Yeah, but… what about joining a club?  I mean, even if Jennifer's team captain, aren't you gonna join the-!"

"I'm not-!" Lia immediately silenced herself before she could elaborate further.  Ignoring the concerned look on Yuna's face she turned forward once more and took a deep breath.

"I'm… still considering my options," Lia stated evenly.  She didn't dare let Yuna know what had happened on the tennis court last Friday.  If she informed Yuna that Jennifer was blackmailing her to drop out of the race, Yuna would break her nose.  Although Lia wouldn't have complained, it would look rather poor on her campaign if her cousin assaulted her running opponent's girlfriend.

Sigh.  Politics.

"Hmm…" Yuna paused.  She paused!  Lia braced herself as she awaited whatever thought was grinding away inside Yuna's head before a wide grin spread itself across Yuna's face.

"Well, if you're gonna be organizing the dance, then we better make sure to turn it up!"

"Huh?"

"I suppose that could work," Chaeryoung responded with a thoughtful pause.  "After all, if the event goes well, it would look very well on the person organizing the event and could show that you are determined to provide the student populace the best experience possible in the role you provide."

Lia paused, blinking momentarily at the two of them as she finally found her voice.

"You… really think this could work?"  Lia couldn't stop the rising hope from bleeding into her voice.  She was desperately grasping at straws trying to figure out how to give a good impression until the debates.  If this could work…

"Aw yes!  We'll make this dance awesome!"  Yuna announced as she slung an arm around Lia's shoulder.

"Starting with finding you something killer to wear."

---

Ryujin stared off at the tennis racket leaning against the wall as she cradled the phone in her hands.

This was so fucking stupid.

She should've just left it at the country club.  Lia, being the uptight little princess she was, was anal enough to put her name in sharpie on the bottom of the racket.  It would've been easy for the front desk to return it to her the next time she showed up.  Of course, Ryujin, being the absolute dumbass she was, thought she might be able to return it in person.

Not that it made a difference.

Like, seriously!  If Lia fucking cared about her fucking racket she would've asked Ryujin about it, or told her she would be at the beach that weekend so Ryujin could give it back or… anything!

Of course, Lia did talk to her when they visited the beach.  Even if it was just a little it was something… right?

Maybe now she would stop ignoring her messages.

Maybe…

Ryujin hit 'Dial' as she inhaled deeply.  Maybe something went down on Friday.  Maybe Lia just needed time.  Maybe…

BEEP WE'RE SORRY [Julia Choi]  IS NOT

"Fuck!"

---

This was the moment they had been waiting for.

All the tears, all the sweat, all the heartache.  It was all coming down to this moment as they stared down their ultimate arch-rival enemy person thing or whatever.  Look, that part didn't matter!  What did matter was that they had terrorized too many for far too long and Yuna was going to put a stop to it!

It ends here!

CLANG-BOOM!!!

FINISH

"God fucking dammit!"

"Yuna!  If you're gonna be so loud, at least keep the swearing down."

Yuna groaned as they leaned back against the wall that some interior store designer thought would make a decent backrest for the wooden bench.  "But you're taking forever!"

"Well, you're the one who suggested we go shopping.  Why didn't you go with Chaeryoung and Yeji to look at more outfits?"

"And have you bail the moment no one's here?  Nuh uh, we're not leaving until you find something you're gonna wear to the dance!"

There was an audible groan on the other side of the door as Yuna gave a light smirk.

"Hey, we found some more clothes for Lia."

Another groan came out from the door as Yeji failed to suppress her smile.

"I take it Lia's been enjoying herself."

"You know, just because there's a door between us doesn't mean I appreciate being talked about as if I'm not here."

"Sorry," Yeji stated between poorly hidden chuckles.  "So, when are you finally gonna come out?"

"Yeah!  I wanna see!"

An exasperated sigh could be heard behind the door as the latch unclicked.  Lia stepped out of the dressing room, sporting a glare in the direction of her friends as she wore a leopard print dress under a thin black sweater that fell to the sides to show her lithe shoulders.

"Oh my God!"

"Seriously Lia, that looks amazing!"

"I can't wear this to a school dance!"

"Why not?  It looks hella good!"

"If that's not to your liking, we also found this outfit."

Chaeryoung rose a white dress that had long sleeves and a black tie that was tucked into the waistband of the dress.  Lia grimaced at the sight of it.

"Chaeryoung, I thought you would help me find something suitable!"

"I apologize if I'm being unhelpful, however the criteria given to me was something that would help you 'stand out.'"

"But did you really think that'd be appropriate to wear to the school dance?"

"I think that all individuals should be able to wear whatever is most comfortable for them."

"Well, I wouldn't be comfortable wearing these to the school dance."

"Does that mean you'd be down to wear them for other things?!"  Yuna asked with an excited gasp.  "Someone, call a sales clerk!"

Lia groaned as she slammed the door, leaving her friends giggling behind her.

"Man, it's a shame that she's not going with that dress.  She would've been so killer."

"For real!  Where'd you find it anyways?  Come on, show me!"

"Wait!  Yuna-!"

"It's okay, I can keep an eye on Lia's purse while you two explore."

"Thanks Chae!"

"Wait, don't I get a say in this?!  I don't wanna play dress up anymore!!!"

"And don't forget to take pics!"  Yuna responded with a laugh as she dragged Yeji by the hand.  They wound through the labrynth of apparel, wandering past the forest of jackets and the high heel peaks.  Their adventure was perilous and long, with moments of bickering and frustration.  Eventually, Yeji finally tugged on Yuna's hand.

"You see Yuna, I told you the dresses wouldn't be here."

"But I swore I saw something here..."

"Seriously, why did you ask me to show you where I found that dress if you were just gonna drag me wherever?"

"Psh, this store's not so big, I would've found it eventually,"  Yuna stated with the wave of her hand.  "So... where'd you find it again?"

"Well… er…" Yeji looked around as she saw the rows and columns of clothing apparel that zigzagged across the white store.  "Shit, I'm not sure how to get there from here.  Why are rich people stores completely white?  Like, do they not believe in painting the walls?"

"It's their way of showing off how much labor they can afford to keep everything looking spotless," Yuna grumbled before turning around.  "Oh!  Look what I found!"

Yeji quirked an eyebrow as Yuna shielded the object from her eyes.

"Dun dun dun, dun, dun, dun, DUN DUN, DUUUUN!!!"

Yeji chuckled as she shook her head.  "That's your top find? A pair of cat ears?"

"But they're so adorable!" Yuna whined with wide eyes.  "Come on, you should try them on!"

Yeji responded with an eye roll before she grabbed the headband and fixed it on her head.  She kept her gaze upward with a finger on her chin in thought.  Then she gave a mischievous smile and waved a cat paw in front of her face which caused Yuna to squeal.

"Oh my God, they're amazing!  You gotta get them."

"Psh, as if."

"But-!"

"Come on Yuna, I'm not fucking twelve anymore."

"Who cares," Yuna brushed off.  "Oh my God!  You should wear them when you get your license!"

"Oh fuck that!"

"Come on!"

"Yeah, if you can go a week without blowing up my phone or bothering me at work, then maybe I'll consider it."

"That's not fair!  Besides, I don't bother you that much."

Yuna pouted as Yeji shook her head and returned the cat ears.

"It's nice to see you feeling better though…"

Yeji gave a light scoff as her hair fell over her face.

"You're being overdramatic."

"As if!" Yuna shouted.  "Why did you wait until the day before your aunt was visiting to tell us that was bothering you?"

"What?"

"I mean, you were avoiding us for nearly two weeks!  We could've figured shit out way sooner than that!"

"That wasn't- er…"

Yeji bit her lip as Yuna's eyes widened.

"Wait, what were you gonna say?!  Did something else happen?!"

"Jesus, Yuna, this is why I didn't wanna tell you."

"What do you mean?"

"You're nosy as hell and can't keep a secret."

"That's not true!"  Yuna pouted.  "Besides, you're just as bad at keeping secrets!"

"That's such a lie."

"Well, it's not like I'm terrible at keeping secrets!  I mean, do you know how many secrets I keep for Lia?  Of course not!  Because they're secrets!"

Yeji rolled her eyes as Yuna's tone suddenly turned serious.

"Besides… I was worried about you."

Yeji released a heavy sigh.  "Yeah… sorry about that… I just… I mean…"

She searched for the words, but they kept on evading her, slipping just past the reach of her mind as Yuna waited, quietly and patiently for Yeji to gather her thoughts.  And yet, in that silence Yeji wondered if it was worth it to scramble for another deflective response.

Was it ever worth it?

"Actually…" Yeji finally relented with a sigh.  "I guess I could use your advice on something."

Yuna squealed.

"Oh my God, no way!  Hold on!  Let me mark this day in my calendar."

"Yeah, actually, I changed my mind."

"Huh?  No, WAIT!"

Yeji laughed at Yuna's exuberance as Yuna whined.

"Hey!  Dammit, you're just messing with me aren't you?!"

"Haha, sorry, sorry," Yeji responded as she shook her head.  "But, I could seriously use your advice."

"Well, I'm here whenever."

"Yeah," Yeji stated as she leaned back against the clothing shelves.  "Okay... um... so, where do I start...?"

"Start wherever feels best."

"Yeah..." Yeji responded as she released a sigh.  "Okay, I guess I should just..."

She paused again, struggling to formulate her words before she decided to just bite the bullet.

"So I... I kinda met someone..."

Yuna gave an excited squeal before covering her mouth at Yeji's warning gaze.

"Sorry!"

Yeji sighed before leaning back against the clothes shelves.

"Don't worry, it was stupid anyway..."

"But… I mean, it's clearly bothering you."

Yeji groaned.

"Which is stupid because it's no big deal," Yeji responded with a sigh.  "Like, long story short: I met a girl and she was seeing someone else."

"Ooof" Yuna responded with a pause.  "What all happened?"

"I... I don't know..." Yeji answered with a pause as her eyes scanned the ceiling.  "I mean, we had been pretty flirty and hung out one time but then I've been kinda ghosting her since."

"Hung out as friends or…?"

Yeji groaned lightly.  "I kinda turned it into a date I guess… and that's when she told me she was seeing someone else."

"And how'd you respond?"

Yeji scrunched up her face in contemplation.

"I shut her down."

"Hm…"

"But, she texted me after apologizing and saying she wanted to talk and I... I just don't know..."

"Don't know if you're going to talk to her again?"

"Yeah," Yeji responded with a sigh.  "I mean, it's not like we were anything so I shouldn't be pissed that she was seeing someone but… I don't know."

"Well, here's a random question: What if she's poly?"

"Fuck," Yeji mumbled out heavily.  "I don't even know.  I mean, I can barely get my shit together to have a relationship with one person.  I don't think I could handle throwing another person in the mix."

"And that's totally fine," Yuna responded with a smile.  "It's just important to know what you want out of the relationship since shit's more complicated than 'do I date boys or do I date girls?'"

"Psh, no kidding," Yeji responded with a light chuckle.  "Must be hard when you can't figure out which one you are on a daily basis."

"Hey, fuck you," Yuna responded with a laugh.  "I can't help it if my awesomeness can't be limited to one gender."

Yeji responded with a laugh and a shake of her head.

"Anyways, thanks... It was nice to just talk this out with someone."

"Anytime!" Yuna responded with a bright smile.  "And if you ever wanna tell me how your next hang out goes, I'm all ears."

Yeji shook her head with a chuckle.  "See, I knew you were just trying to be nosy."

"Hey I'm not!  Besides, I helped you out, didn't I?!"

"Well, I guess you being so loud does provide us the benefit of finding you easier."

Yuna zipped around to see Lia with a look of exasperation as Chaeryoung smiled at the development.

"Hey!  I'm not that loud!"

"Regardless, it is convenient that we found each other so quickly," Chaeryoung stated in a friendly tone.  "Are we ready to visit the next store?"

"Hells yeah!"

Yuna bounced as she bounded towards Chaeryoung, leaving Lia behind as she rolled her eyes.  With a shake of her head she reached into her purse and grabbed her phone with the 'Missed Call' notification blaring at the top of her screen.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

She hovered over the icon.  She wanted to immediately call back.

If she were a better person, she would have.

Instead she deleted the notification as she shoved the phone roughly back into her purse.

"Everything okay?"

Lia quickly snapped her eyes up to Yeji who gave her a concerned look.  She immediately turned away as she tried to keep her voice stable.

"It's fine.  It was just Mrs. Stuart."

If she were a better person…

"Come on, we have more stores to get to."

---

"Are you sure your school will be okay with this?"

Lia kept her eyes on her clipboard, her gaze hovering over the words 'large stage' as another nail could be heard getting hammered down into the support structure.

Check.

"This gymnasium doesn't see much use until basketball season starts, so we're allowed to do pretty much anything so long as it's within the budget."

"Riiiight… Aaand how much is that budget?"

Yuna whispered in Yeji's ear as she immediately shouted.

"Holy fuck!  That's like, half a year's pay!"

"It is repulsive the amount of money those with wealth have, as well as how they choose to spend it."

"Yeah, this would've been easier if Chae brought her bulldozer."

"What?!  Chae, you have a bulldozer?!"

"It was a birthday gift from Yuna a few years back," Chaeryoung answered with a sigh.  "Unfortunately, it was confiscated since I didn't have the appropriate license for it."

Lia hummed in thought at the other three's statements as she looked over her checklist.

"Well, it looks like the stage is in full order," Lia redirected as she set her clipboard aside.  "I'm plugging in the lights.  Let me know if any of you notice anything off."

"Sure princess."

The words paralyzed Lia as her eyes remained locked on the plug that smoothly slid into place.  Bright pink neon washed over the gymnasium in a rosy hue as three rhythmic taps could be heard against the fake glass.

"Looks good."

Lia swallowed hard as the small pause was quickly shattered by Yuna's bombastic nature.

"Ryujin!"  Yuna excitedly announced.  "Where have you been?!  We haven't seen you… since…"

Ryujin walked past Yuna, ignoring her excited questions as she left Yuna's inquiry to die slowly.

"I just came to drop this off."

Lia clenched her eyes shut as Ryujin placed the tennis racket before her.  Her hand remained clenched on the light plug, her heart responding painfully loudly in response to Ryujin's presence.

Dammit, why couldn't she even look at Ryujin?!

"Anyways, have fun kiddos."

"Um, Ryujin?"  Yeji tentatively interjected, looking to Chaeryoung for affirmation before continuing.  "You sure you don't wanna hang around?  We could use your help with the stage."

"I'm good" Ryujin responded flatly before she gave a backhanded wave.  "Later losers."

And with that she was gone, leaving nothing but the memory of her hunched over with hands in her pockets as she faded away from the group.

"Well… that was… interesting."

"Yeah, Ryujin didn't even notice me!"

"Nah, that part's pretty normal," Yeji responded with a smirk as Yuna whined.  "Still though, it's weird of Ryujin to show up if she didn't want to hang."

"Very true, though Ryujin seemed to be in a fair enough mood to not do anything rash…"

The words circled around Lia as she continued staring at the door Ryujin had exited through, the back of her hoodie permanently pressed into Lia's mind as if to trick her into thinking that Ryujin was still there, just waiting for her in the doorway.

But she knew that wasn't true.

TING

 

FROM: Ryujin

dont bothr talkn 2 me til u get ur shit figrd out

 

Lia's heart pounded as she looked back at the empty hallway.

"Hey Lia!  Does this look right?"

Lia's footsteps answered the question as she rushed out of the gymnasium.  She whipped her head down the hallways that seemed to spin in front of her.  She just needed everything to keep still so that she could- wait!

She rushed forward, running as hard as she could as the hallway stretched out further from her.  She just needed to turn the corner and-!

"Ryujin!"

She shouted the name, but received no response.  The girl in question continued walking down the hallway with no concern.

"Ryujin!"

Lia began running again, reaching out desperately to grab Ryujin's jacket before Ryujin violently brushed her hand off her shoulder.

"The fuck do you want?"

"I-I- um…"

Lia fumbled with her words as she watched Ryujin's face, looking for any sign of hidden empathy that Ryujin would so often give her, but she couldn't find any.  All she found was a stoic face that screamed of indifference.

"This is a fucking waste of time."

Lia's heart sank at the utterance as Ryujin turned away once more.  This couldn't be happening.  Things couldn't end before they had even started.

"Are you really going to not talk to me?"

A bitter laugh escaped Ryujin.  "Are you fucking shitting me?  You spend the past fucking week avoiding me and now you're gonna say I'm the one not talking to you?  Fucking Christ Lia."

"I…"

"No, Lia, I've fucking had it with you!  You call me up whenever you fucking feel like it and then fucking ghost me anytime I try to talk to you and I'm fucking sick of your bullshit!"

"But-!"

"Do whatever you want Lia," Ryujin stated with a low growl.

"I don't fucking care anymore."

She stormed off, slowly disappearing beyond the hallway doors as Lia was left watching in despair.

Ryujin didn't actually mean that... did she?  After everything they had been through.

Why were they moving apart again?

"Oh, Lia!  There you are!  Is everything okay?"

Lia's fists clenched at the sound of her cousin's voice.  Why was she always meddling?  Couldn't she just-?

"Lia?"

"Don't."

Her hands trembled at her sides as she tried to fight off the tears.

"Don't."

Her cracked voice betrayed her steel reolve as tears began to trickle down her face.

"Hey…"

The word came so soft that Lia's silent sobs roared in comparison.  Like a small boat trapped in a turbulent ocean that refused to give into the storm.  Yet, despite the storm, a comforting hand found its path to rest on Lia's shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Lia bit her lip as she shook her head.  The tears kept coming and her thoughts kept racing until a single phrase left her lips.

"Leave me alone."

Tears slid down her face as her fists trembled.

"What?"

"Leave.  Me.  Alone!"

She rounded on Yuna, frustration bubbling over as she glared at her cousin.

"This is all your fault!"

"Whoa, what?  What is?"

"Everything!  My life was perfectly fine before you and your friends decided you needed to be a part of it!"

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Yuna shouted moving into the defensive.  "You were fucking miserable and you know it!"

"Well being miserable was more bearable than going insane!"

"And that's somehow my fault?!"

"Look, I-!"

The tears continued to pour down as they robbed Lia's voice of it's volume.

"I can't keep doing this Yuna...  I can't keep failing the people I care about most!"

"You're not-!"

"Just leave me alone!"  Lia shouted, turning away as she tried to hide her tears.

"It's just better for everyone this way."

"Lia!"

Her name rang off the lockers as she ran past Yuna to head back to the gymnasium.  Yuna's voice melted into the background as Lia continued walking ahead, walking to the gymnasium, walking to her backpack and tennis racket.  The voice of Yeji reached out to her but dissipated in the air as Lia left the gymnasium behind, leaving three confused friends and animated discussion that she knew had to be about her, but that was fine.

It was fine…

Everything was fine…

Hanging out with Yuna and her friends was a mistake.

But everything was fine now.

As long as Lia was alone everything would be fine.

Chapter 28: SWIPE

The bell rang vigorously, signalling the coming of a new age as Yuna shut his book emphatically.

The time had come.

He drummed his fingers against the hardcover surface as he shut his eyes momentarily. Visualizing success was often the key to achieving it, and this task was too grand to leave to chance.  He exhaled loudly through his nose as he forced all the tension in his body to leave with the breath.

He could do this.

He packed his supplies and tightened his backpack straps as he marched out into the great beyond.  Tall and twisted metallic figures lined his path as he navigated the maze of blank white skies above the forest of steel.  Shadows walked past and around him as he kept his gaze down to not draw their attention.  He had better things to attend to then wage war against the shadows of Loscho.

He had a mission to complete.

And despite how long and grueling the mission, there was nothing that could slow him down or contain his excitement once he caught sight of his goal.

"HEY LIA!!!"

SWIPE

"Say, Lia, want to hang out at the Hussey Hole later?"

SWIPE

"Guess what!  I just got the new DLC for Ultra Bust'em Bros!  Wanna play at my place later?"

SWIPE

"God Lia, stop shutting me out!  I don't know what's going on but-!"

BRRRRRRRRIIIIIIII-

Yuna's eyes shot wide open as he found his cheek pressed firmly against the pages of Romeo and Juliet.  A puddle of drool bubbled over the words 'star-crossed,' leaving them as twisted letters that swayed under Yuna's gaze.  He blinked a few times as he stared at the words before shaking his head.

He was overthinking things.

He stretched his arms and wiped the drool that trailed from the edge of his mouth.  People filed around him as the teacher announced they would all need to read Act 1 for the class tomorrow and think about characters they'd want to role play.

Wait?  Role play?

Yuna groaned, rubbing his tired eyes and shoving his copy of Shakespeare's most infamous play unceremoniously into his overcrowded backpack next to the blank notebook that was his obligation to have.  He zipped it up quickly before pulling out his phone to stare at the screen.

 

To My Fave Cuz:

 

5 days ago

yo lia wats up?

 

3 days ago

hey, wanna hang l8r 2day?

I got new dlc for ubb!

 

1 day ago

cmon! pleez tak 2 me

 

His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, imagining themselves typing the perfect message that would magically fix everything.

SWIPE

He shoved his phone back in his pocket as he slung his backpack roughly onto his shoulders.  

Like Yuna could say anything to make things better.  It's not like anything he did ever made a difference.  Why was he trying so hard?

"Wait, Ms. Shin, before you go-"

Groan.

"Yeah?"

Mr. Burgess swiftly handed Yuna a small stapled packet and gave him a smile.

"I wanted to return your paper to you.  May I say you did-"

Yuna groaned again.  Why did his teachers even bother!  Like, were they expecting him to show off to his parents that- "Holy shit!"

He immediately covered his mouth before turning wide-eyed at Mr. Burgess.

"I mean, 'crap!'  I totally said 'crap.'"

"Not the most eloquent edification, but it works,"  Mr. Burgess decided.  "Do you have any questions about your grade?"

"I… well… yeah," Yuna drawled, deciding he probably wasn't getting in trouble for swearing at a teacher.  His internal relief was quickly replaced with defensive exasperation.  "I mean, what gives?  You gave me a 94!"

"Well, you did have some spelling and grammatical mistakes so I did have to take some points away-"

"But you gave me an A minus!"  Yuna paused as he looked the paper over once more.  "I've never gotten a grade this good."

"Well, it was a high quality paper.  And I believe you're a high quality student," Mr. Burgess explained with a knowing smile.  "Despite the fact you were sleeping in my class just now."

"Uh…" Yuna scratched the back of his head as he gave a sheepish smile.  "Sorry about that?"

"Bah, your participation grade is more hurt by it than I am," Mr. Burgess waved dismissively.  "Speaking of, there is extra credit available should you choose to accept the challenge of a perfect grade in ninth grade Language Arts."

Yuna chuckled with a shake of his head.  "You know what, I may take you up on that later," he turned back to look at his paper, the dreaded red mark of failure suddenly a badge of triumph that adorned his slightly crumpled paper.   He smiled at it momentarily before turning back to Mr. Burgess.  "And... thanks."

"I didn't really do anything, but I'm glad I could help," Mr. Burgess responded with a smile.  "And please, don't hesitate to let me know if there's anything I could do to assist."

Yuna rolled his eyes.  "Why, because your Doctorate in Linguistics makes you a master at navigating teen life?"

Mr. Burgess chuckled lightly at the response.  "I will admit, I had meant that to inspire confidence though it appeared to have done the opposite.  Regardless, I am here to support should you ever need it."

"Cool," Yuna responded with a light smile.  "Thanks Mr. Burgess."

"You are most welcome.  Now, you best be on your way.  Can't have you being late to 6th period now, can I?"

"Meh, I'm gonna be late anyways, but the thought's nice," Yuna responded with a half-hearted shrug.  "Have a good day and see you tomorrow!"

He gave a quick wave before bolting out of the room.  Rubber screeched at every turn as Yuna weaved his way between and around the other students.  He swam through the waves of people, pushing his way forward as he reached his hand out to the lockers beyond.

"Lia!"

He pushed his way out, arriving at the empty hallway as the warning bell rang in his ears.

Fuck.

He gave a sigh as he hit his head against the locker that Lia should've been at.

Ugh, whatever.

"I had a sneaking suspicion I'd find you here."

Yuna kept his forehead pressed against the locker as he shifted his gaze to the familiar face.

"Hey Chae," Yuna greeted with a low groan.  "You have any better luck?"

"Unfortunately, no."  Chaeryoung responded with a sigh.  Yuna turned around to hit the back of his head against the locker.

"Dammit," he muttered, slowly sliding against the locker until he was seated.  "God, why can't Lia just talk to us?"

"She will when she's ready," Chaeryoung responded calmly.  "We just need to be patient."

"Ugh, but I hate waiting."

"I know,"  Chaeryoubg giggled in response as she knelt eye level to Yuna when her eyes caught sight of something in his hand.  "What's that?"

"Hm?"  Yuna turned towards the already wrinkled packet before a smile spread across his face.

"Oh yeah!" Yuna bounced to his feet, forcing Chaeryoung to rise before presenting the paper to Chaeryoung's face.  "Check it out Chae, I got my first 'A!'"

"Congratulations Yuna!"

"What, that's it?" Yuna whined with a pout.  "Aren't you gonna hang this in your locker to show off how proud you are of your best friend?"

"Yuna, I'm always proud of you," Chaeryoung responded with a light smile.  "Though, I am elated to see you've found a professor who appreciates your thoughts and talents."

"Yeah, he wasn't even vaguely homophobic about the fact that I wrote about Achilles and Patroclus being lovers!  And he hasn't gotten mad at me for sleeping in his class yet!"

"That is great to hear Yuna," Chaeryoung responded with a sweet smile.  "I know you were concerned about him since you mentioned wanting Ms. Callister for English instead."

"I mean, she's cool too.  I'm not the only person she yells at.  And although her grading was strict she actually gave decent reasons for giving me a 'C,'" Yuna rambled as he shoved the essay in his backpack.  "How do you like her?"

"Oh, she's… she's a good teacher," Chaeryoung responded in a half-hearted manner.  "I will admit though, I am sad we don't have any classes together this year."

"Yeah, same…" Yuna responded softly.  "But, hey, at least we still get to hang in the hallways for a bit."

"Very true.  Still, my classes aren't the same without you."

"Ditto," Yuna answered softly.  He hated that they didn't have class together.  Hated that they were in different clubs.  Hated that school always came about every Fall to dictate where they had to be and if they could be together.

But at least there was still the…

…

"Say… um Chae?"

"Hm?"

Yuna swallowed lightly.  There was nothing wrong with this… right?

"What are you doing for-?"

"Hey, Chaeryoung!"

Yuna winced at the sound.  Of fucking course someone would show up now of all times.  Didn't they have fucking class to get to?

"I just wanted to confirm you were going to be at debate practice tonight," the thin, auburn haired girl asked in an excited, high pitched voice.  Her voice lowered dramatically when she clutched her fist with a growl, revealing her braces.  "Ridgehill will be a worthy opponent so we must show them no mercy."

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes but responded with a smile.  "Of course I'll be there Lizzy.  I'll see you after school."

"Great!"  Lizzy announced, back to her previously perky self.  "Well, I better be off.  The bell should be ringing in-"

BRIIIIIIIIII

"Oh no!"

She immediately rushed off before screeching to a halt halfway down the hall to wave back at Chaeryoung.  "See you after class!"

Chaeryoung gave a smile and a wave before she turned back to a pensive looking Yuna.

"I apologize for that interruption.  What were you about to ask?"

Yuna immediately snapped to attention to find Chaeryoung's focused and attentive gaze on him and oh crap!  This was such a shitty idea!  Plan B, Plan B!

"Oh, uh… it… it was nothing important.  You can just forget about it."

"Really?"  Chaeryoung aske, looking at Yuna with furrowed brows.  Yuna knew that look.  He hated it when Chaeryoung had that look but what he hated even more was the inevitable response Chaeryoung always gave him.

"Alright," Chaeryoung stated softly with a comforting smile.  "Let me know if you remember, okay?"

"Y-yeah, totally!" Yuna responded with an awkward chuckle.  "Have fun in Algebra.  I'll see you later."

They waved their farewells before going their separate ways but not without Yuna turning back to watch as Chaeryoung walked away.  Yuna groaned as he slouched his shoulders.

Stupid stupid stupid.

He needed to get over himself.  Things are different now.  He can't just ask Chaeryoung to the dance, why was he so fucking stupid!

He groaned, gripping his backpack straps tightly as he trudged on to World Geography.

He just needed to survive the next two classes.

---

"Yuna…"

"..."

"Hey, Yuna."

"WAAAH!!!  I'M PAYING ATTENTION!!!"

The classroom erupted in light giggles as a sigh could be heard from the front of the room.

"Ms. Shin, please refrain from raising your voice.  Others are working on their course assignment."

The monotonous tone that the teacher lectured Yuna in made him groan.  He highly doubted anyone else was paying any more attention than he was, but he knew how the games went here.  He gave a light 'Yes sir,' refusing to face the teacher as Coal gave him a sheepish grin.

"Sorry 'bout that Yuna.  I didn't mean to startle you."

Yuna sighed.  "It's fine.  I'm being a pretty shitty work partner right now.  I mean, what are we even doing?!"

"Don't worry about that, we can work on this later," Coal responded kindly as they shut their book.  "But, what's up with you?  You're being too quiet for everything to be okay."

Yuna sighed as he leaned his cheek into his fist.  "It's no big deal.  I'm just being stupid.  As usual."

"Yuna, it's not stupid to be bothered by something," Coal responded as they leaned forward.  "Does this have anything to do with Lia?"

"What?!"  Yuna slammed his palms on the desk.  He was pretty sure the teacher was giving him a glare, but that was the teacher's problem.  "How do you know about that?!"

"I don't really," Coal admitted.  "I just saw Lia earlier, but she completely brushed me off.  I… was kinda wondering if something had happened."

"Ugh, I don't even know," Yuna responded as he collapsed on his desk in defeat.  "I mean, we were all getting along fine and then suddenly she blew up, stormed off and won't talk to anyone anymore!  I mean, it's not like this hasn't happened before but…"

Yuna scrunched his face as the thoughts churned in his mind.  The silence settled over the pair causing Coal to fidget in their seat.

"Um… Yuna?"

"You don't have chemistry club today, do you?"

Coal blinked momentarily before quickly shaking their head.  "Oh, uh, no.  Not today."

"You wanna hang after school then?"

"Huh?  Uh, sure!"  Coal responded a bit pensively.  "You got anything you wanna do?"

"Not really, I'm just looking to hang," Yuna admitted as he slowly sat back up in his seat.  "You cool meeting at the front of the school?"

"Sure, yeah I can do that."

"Sweet!"

BRRIIIIIII

"Yes!  Freedom!"

Yuna rushed to his feet, reaching for his backpack and giving a quick wave.

"See you in front of the school!"

"Yeah, I'll see, wait- what-?!  Yuna, you know we-?!"

"Don't keep me waiting!" Yuna shouted before dashing off into the hallway.  He slid effortlessly past all the students, weaving his way through the maze of hallways before he threw open the doors to the school.

"Freedom is mine!"

They stood triumphantly at the top of the steps, overlooking the empty concrete walkways before their enthusiastic expression dropped.

"Goddammit."

---

Coal leaned against the railing that led down to the steps that would open up to the world beyond textbooks and arithmetic.  The land of freedom that was so sought after by every child deemed old enough to leave their homes to be conscripted into the K-12 system.  It was the land of true liberation that Yuna would dream of returning to every morning they stepped onto the campus.

So, where was Yuna?

They pulled out their watch to check the time before a firm hand grabbed it.

"Hey!  Sorry I'm late.  Let's get going!"

"Uh- Wha-?!"

Coal's question was engulfed in the rush of energy that Yuna displayed as he pulled at Coal's arm and dragged them through the gates to the liberation he had so desperately sought.  You could just feel the lack of academic oppressiveness the moment you got through the gates.

"Oh!  I almost forgot!"

Yuna screeched to a halt and turned around as Coal rubbed their arm.

"I gotta stop by the Hussey Hole real fast.  Do you need to go home or pick up anything?"

"Um…" Coal drawled, trying to catch their breath before giving their answer.

"No, no I think I'm good."

"Sweet!  Let's go then!"

Yuna pulled Coal forward once more as they chuckled behind Yuna.  They rushed down the hill before making it just in time to catch the bus to shave some time off their walk before hopping off towards the city center.  Yuna quickly guided them to a large condominium building before he moved to type in the code to the building.

"So, this is where the Hussey Hole's at?"

"Yep!"  Yuna announced before opening the door.  "C'mon, it's on the third floor."

"Alright," Coal responded before pausing at the door.  "Wait, this isn't part of my 'initiation,' is it?"

"Nah, that got postponed," Yuna responded with a sigh.  "So just pretend you've never been here when we do do it, alright?"

"I guess… what's initiation even consist of anyway?"

"That's classified."

"Classified, or you just don't know yet?"

"Hey!"

Coal snickered as they walked up the stairs and got to the room.  Yuna threw open the door before tossing their backpack onto the couch.

"Anyways, I'm gonna get changed.  Do you need to get changed too?"

"Huh?  Uh… n-no.  I-I'm good."

"Hey, what are you nervous about?" Yuna asked with a light smile.  "If you didn't bring anything you can borrow some of my shit.  I've got a shit-ton of clothes so I'm sure you could find something you want.  It may be a little big on you though…"

"I-it's fine," Coal responded with a light smile.  "Go ahead and get changed, I can just wait for you here."

"Alright.  Be out soon!"

Yuna gave a quick wave and rushed off quickly.  He turned into the bedroom where he immediately threw off his school uniform and discarded his tights.  He turned to look in the mirror, wearing a skin colored binder and red plaid boxer shorts as grabbed his hair to bunch it up against the back of his head.

God, some days he wished he'd just cut it all off.

Of course, then he'd have to learn how to style it and shit.

Sigh.

Whatever.

He grabbed a hair tie and scrunched all the hair he had into a bun before moving to his dresser.  He pulled out a pair of oversized jean shorts that stopped well past his knees and a baggy white tee that had a black decorative pattern graphic splayed across the front.  He finally grabbed a gray beanie that he hid all his hair under as he double checked to make sure his blue wristband was still strapped on.

Yeah, this was the look today.

He gave himself a nod in the mirror before walking back to the living room where Coal was inspecting Yuna's game console.

"You play at all?"

"Hm?  Oh, no…" Coal responded quietly as they returned the device to its doc.  "I mean, I've seen some folks play online but that's about it."

"Then let's play a game!"  Yuna suggested as he hopped over the couch to get the controllers.  "Here.  What kind of game do you wanna play?"

"Um… what do you recommend?"

"Well, the game I play most with my friends is Ultra Bust'em Bros but I also have Kart Racers 8 and Wackbox , but that game usually needs more people."

"I'm down to start with Kart Racers. "

"Sweet!  Let's do it!"

Yuna powered up the machine, screens flashed across the TV as Yuna quickly dispersed them all before arriving at character select.

"Alright, pick your character.  But don't pick Ichiban," Yuna informed as he quickly picked a green chameleon character.  They sported oversized gloves that had rounded fingertips, a black hat and a black and white striped shirt.  Coal scrolled through the characters pensively.  There were princesses, baby princesses, electricians, baby electricians and overgrown animals with trademarked designs that even Coal had been aware of.  Finally, they landed on a character with a blue bowler cap that hid their whole face except for their zippered mouth as they wore a purple trenchcoat and gloved hands.

"Hah, you're picking Quiet Guy?"

"Why not?  They look like they'd totally own in a motorcycle race!"

Coal switched their vehicle to a motorcycle that looked like it belonged in a noir game as Yuna immediately switched Ichiban from their mime box cart to a cartoony pink motorcycle.

"Oh you are so on!  Let's do this!"

A chiming resonated with Yuna's cheer as they suddenly found themselves in a city with lopsided purple buildings and gray bricks that were wet with rain.

"You ready for this?"

3

2

"You know it."

1

START

Ichiban took off with a flash as Quiet Guy's car spun with a smoking engine.

"Fucking dammit!"

"Haha!  Take that sucker!"

"Hey, you better watch it!  I'mma catch up and kick your ass!"

"Aw yeah? I'd like to see you try."

Coal's brows furrowed in concentration as they navigated Quiet Guy through the dreary cartoon city.  They steadily passed the NPC's as Yuna continued to throw oil slicks behind him.

"You know, your tactics don't seem very environmentally friendly."

"Don't worry, they get cleaned up everytime someone runs into them.  Speaking of…"

Coal swerved around the oil as they started trailing behind Yuna.

"Come on, I'm not that fucking stupid."

Yuna groaned as he focused in on the game.  Things had been relatively smooth except Coal had managed to catch up.

PING

Coal hit the item box as the roulette slowly spun.

"Shit shit shit-"

The roulette stopped, giving the image of a frisbee in the corner of Coal's screen.

"Yes!"

"Hey, why are you cheering!  I can still win!"

"Not with a fucking frisbee!" Yuna shouted jovially.  "It doesn't work like the homing hat, it'll just go in a straight line."

"I can still make it work."

"Before I reach the finish?"

Coal groaned slightly as they narrowed their eyes.  Ichiban continued to weave across the road as Coal took a quick glance at the map.  They had one turn left before the finish.  If they could somehow get Yuna with the frisbee at the turn they could turn the tide!

They bit their lip as they watched Ichiban.  The chameleon continued to swerve before making a telltale hop that they were about to drift.

NOW

Quiet Guy chucked the frisbee, sending it forward as it was headed straight to Ichiban.

Quiet Guy was gonna win!

WINNER!!!

Coal dropped their controller devastated as Yuna jumped from the couch.

"YES!!!" He cheered loudly with a chuckle before turning back to Coal.  "Aw man, that was a good game."

Coal stared at the screen, mouth agape as they continued to stare at the screen.

"I can't believe I lost."

"Hey, it was still pretty close though," Yuna responded with a wide smile.  You sure you've never played before?"

"I mean, I played this on an older console," Coal explained as they leaned back.  "I should've known you were holding onto your pet rock to block the shot."

"Whatever it takes to win," Yuna responded with a laugh.  "Wanna play another game?"

"I'm down."

They started a new round, this one much less competitive as the first as Coal began to strike up a conversation.

"So, do you and your friends always play video games when you hang?"

"Sometimes," Yuna answered with a short pause.  "It kinda just depends on the day."

Yuna paused as Ichiban drifted around a turn before dashing forward on the new thoroughfare they found themself on.

"So what do you do with your free time."

"Um I… I just kinda hang I guess…" Coal responded with a shrug.  "Chemistry club and stage crew keep me busy, you know?"

"I mean, stage crew was only an hour," Yuna responded matter-of-factly.  "Come on, you've gotta have a hobby or something."

"I mean…" Coal hesitated, aiming Quiet Guy towards the item chests before hearing a satisfying 'ping.'  "Nah, nevermind."

"Hey, don't play me like that!"  Yuna shouted as he barely missed a turn that caused him to graze the side rails.  "Come on!  Tell me!  Pleeeeease!!!"

Coal hummed in thought before they released the tension with a sigh.

"Alright, fine…" Coal relented quietly.  "But… promise you won't judge me?"

"Come on, who do you think I am?"  Yuna responded with a smile.

"I would never judge you."

---

It shouldn't have come to this.

Yuna stood before the crowd as the thoughts he refused to give voice to continued to invade his mind.

It shouldn't have come to this.

"My fellow Yunarians!"

He stood before the pulpit, pushing his doubts away as he watched over the shimmering of torches that glowed against the waves of steel soldiers below him.

"We stand here on the precipice of war.  Our long-time allies of Coalinthia have failed us.  It is time to show them that we will not stand for this!"

The crowd roared as Yuna tried to hide the strain in his throat.  He refused to wipe the sweat from his brow lest he reveal his true feelings.

"They have failed to bring the assassins of our late prince, my elder brother, to justice after he was brutally murdered in their lands.  I tell you, this will not stand!  Any assault on the royal family is an assault on Yunaria!  And we will show them what happens when they attack our fair country."

He straightened his posture, forcing his resolve to be felt in every sinew of his body.

"Arrows will rain across their cities."

He paced to the other side of the podium.

"Battering rams will tear down their castle walls."

He rested his palms against the castle's edge.

"And their blood will quench their land that thirsts for justice.  For the innocent who were so brutally slain at their hand!  We do this for Yunaria!"

"FOR YUNARIA!"

They all roared as Yuna turned to point his sword forward, directing the charge onward.  The sound of clanking steel rang in Yuna's ears as the waves of soldiers ran through the castle wall beneath their general to collide against the forces that rushed their way.  The deafening roar of battle reverberated across the land as clashing steel rang above the screams of fallen soldiers and the victory cries of the conquerors.  The battle waxed on as Yuna rushed around the field.  Yuna couldn't waste his time on small fries.

There was only one person he came to face.

"Coal!"

The warrior in question turned as Yuna gripped the hilt of his longsword tighter.  They swung it upward, arching it over their head before thrusting it down on Coal.

CLANG

The blade met with Coal's own, the edge hovering between their eyes as they grit their teeth to hold the blade back.  Yuna pressed harder, trying to force his steel to overpower the smaller warrior but Coal pivoted.  They sidestepped out from under the blade and forced Yuna to stumble forward.  Coal then turned, using the momentum to deliver a devastating blow to Yuna's abdomen but Yuna recovered just in time to parry with his own sword.  He stumbled backward, just out of Coal's reach as he paused to catch his breath.  Coal couldn't help but smirk.

"Come now Yuna.  I thought you were a better warrior than that."

Yuna growled as they plunged their sword into the earth.

"Damn you Coal.  I am not to be underestimated."

He threw off his cape before returning the sword to his hand and pointing it at Coal.

"You will regret those words.  And I will make you pay for slaying my uncle!"

"I dare you to- Wait.  I thought you said it was your brother who died."

"Same difference!"  Yuna shouted as he sent a diagonal slash Coal's way.  They deftly ducked under it before sending a slash at Yuna's feet.  He jumped over the blade and rushed backward.  If he could just get to the guard tower-

"You are such a coward, Yuna.  Just like your uncle before you."

"How dare you so callously ignore the crime you committed against my great-grandfather!"  Yuna shouted as he stood by the entrance to the guard tower.

"Um… what?"

"You shall pay for the grievance you caused my kingdom when you took away my nephew!"

"Look, I don't care which male-identifying family member of yours you think you're avenging," Coal responded with a snarl.  "If you or your ilk believe you can take over Coalinthia then I will show you the folly of your pursuits."

Coal lunged their blade forward as Yuna dodged to the side.  He then sent a horizontal sweep meant to behead the treacherous villain that Coal quickly ducked under.  They then swept at Yuna's feet who quickly hopped onto the steps before rushing up the stairs of the guard tower.  Coal quickly followed on his heels, ascending the long and winding staircase before they were finally met by the orange sky that was obscured by the smoke of battle.

"There's nowhere else to run."

Yuna turned, hair blowing in the wind that roared across the stage.

"Who says I was trying to run from you?"  Yuna questioned as he readied his blade.  "This ends here!"

He lunged his blade forward as Coal parried the attack before sending an overhead strike.  Yuna ducked backwards out of the way before Coal sent another horizontal swing his way.  Yuna blocked it with his sword but stumbled backwards before swinging again and having his blade cross Coal's.

"You're weak Yuna.  Just like your kingdom."

Coal used their blade to twist the sword out of Yuna's hands before thrusting their blade into Yuna's abdomen.  A gasp escaped Yuna, shock etching his face as he looked back towards Coal.

"You bastard."

Coal stepped back, watching Yuna stand unsteadily on his feet.

"And now you will fade into oblivion."

"No," Yuna responded defiantly as he continued to stagger back.  "This is not the end of Yunaria!  I will be back!  And I'll avenge that shitty ex-husband you decimated!"

Yuna's smile resembled that of the Cheshire Cat.  Madness that would linger in your mind long after it disappeared.

"Enjoy your victory for now Coal.  I'll see you in Hell."

He jumped.  Wind rushing through his ears as he stared up at the tower from which he had engaged in his final battle.  A smile crossed his face.

This wouldn't be the end.

THUNK

"Owww…."

"Um, Yuna…" Coal tentatively asked as they looked over the slide to find their friend.  "You okay?"

"Hold on! Just gimme… urgh!"

He squirmed in his spot, doing what looked like a make-shift backwards somersault before rubbing his head and finding himself sitting on the mulch covered ground.

"Ugh, that fucking sucked!  Maybe I should've thought first before sliding head first backwards."

"Yeah, that may not have been the brightest move," Coal responded with a chuckle before running down the slide to meet Yuna.  "I gotta say, I didn't think you'd get so into it!  Was it intentional that you couldn't remember who you were avenging?  Cuz I thought that was pretty funny!."

"Ugh, it was hard to think about someone I'd actually give a shit about," Yuna groaned as he rubbed the back of his head.  Damn these playground woodchips.

"But what about Lia?"

"I-"

Yuna exhaled loudly through his nose and turned his gaze towards the cottony clouds that painted wisps across the sunny sky.

"I don't know," Yuna relented with a sigh.  "Things are complicated."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Yuna groaned as he flopped on the ground.  "It's just so stupid!  I mean, I already told you Lia's fucking avoiding me.  And that's just Lia!  Ryujin showed up just to be dramatic and so something must've happened between them.  Yeji can't get ahold of her and Lia's losing her shit over the dance and-!"

Ugh, fuck the dance!  As if the Lia/Ryujin drama wasn't bad enough, but now Yuna was gonna have to figure out what to do about the dance!  Why did these shitty school events always happen at the worst times?!

"It'll be okay."

Yuna turned towards Coal who averted their gaze at meeting Yuna's eyes.  They scratched the back of their head as Yuna gave a light giggle.

"Why are you always so shy?"

"Huh?  I'm not… I mean…"

Yuna's smile beemed as pink dusted Coal's cheeks.

"Is it bad that I am?"

"Of course not!"  Yuna responded quickly.  "In fact, I think it's adorable!"

Coal groaned slightly as they crossed their arms and pouted, "Man, why does everyone payronize me."

"Hey, that was 1000% a compliment!  In fact…"

Yuna moved so that he could stand in front of Coal and leaned over to be eye level.

"I want to take you to the Homecoming Dance!"

"WHAT?!"  Coal leaned back into the slide as Yuna chuckled.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Yuna announced as he stood up straight.  "We can put a rat in the juice, hack the DJ station so it plays random meme songs, do a blackout where we kidnap the DJ and replace them with an inflatable dino-!"

"As awesome as that sounds, aren't you concerned that might make your cousin look bad if she's organizing the event?"

Yuna took a step back as the gears grinded in his head.

"Okay, we'll save the rat in the punch for next year."

"Yuna…"

"What?!  It doesn't have to be a real one!"

"No, it's not that," Coal responded as they played with their hands in their lap.

"I'm not planning on going to the dance."

"What?!"  Yuna shouted as his voice broke at the volume.  "Why not?!"

"I'm just not interested."

"That's not a real answer!" Yuna called out as he placed his hands on his hips.  "Come on!  At least tell me why you won't go!"

"Why do you want me to go?"

"Because I just do!"

"That's not a real answer."

"I know, but-!"

But…

But…

Yuna sighed, letting the air leave him as he settled down on the ground once more.

"I… I just wanna go to the dance with you… is that so bad?"

"I mean, I appreciate that, but why do you care so much about the dance?"

"Because-"

He should tell them.

"Because-"

He should be honest.

"Because my cousin's organizing it so I have to be there to support…"

Yuna hugged his knees, pouting slightly as he hid his face.

"And it'd just mean a lot if you'd be there with me…"

Yuna hugged himself tighter as he refused to look at Coal.  God, what was he doing?!  If Coal didn't want to go to the dance then why was Yuna being so pushy?!  He couldn't even tell them-

"Okay."

"Look, forget I- wait, what?!"

"I said okay," Coal responded with a small smile.  "I'll go with you to the dance."

"Oh my God, Coal, yes!"  Yuna cheered as he sat on the side of the slide and slung an arm around Coal's shoulders.  "And don't worry, I'll make sure it was worth coming to this shitty school function."

Coal rolled their eyes in response.  "Well, when you put it that way how could I say no?"

"Exactly!"  Yuna shouted before grabbing their foam sword and running towards where he'd thrown off his hoodie.  "Now come on!  I need a rematch after the way our last battle went!"

"Ah, a glutton for punishment I see," Coal stated with a playful smirk.  "I hope you're ready for another grueling defeat."

"I'll make you eat those words!"

Coal laughed as they ran up the playground to grab the foam sword they left there. Yuna smiled at Coal's exuberance before their expression fell, dropping to the ground as he looked sullenly at his phone.

 

To My Fave Cuz:

 

cmon! pleas tak 2 me!

 

Yuna's smile faltered as he stared at the message before hearing Coal approach.

"Hey, Yuna?  You okay?"

Yuna hummed in response, typing the words methodically as a bittersweet smile crossed his lips.

 

To My Fave Cuz:

 

let me kno wen u want 2 tak

im here wen ur redy

 

SEND

Yuna sighed before turning back to Coal.

"Alright.  I'm good.  Back to our battle stations?"

"Only if it won't hurt your ego to be defeated twice in a row!"

"Hey, that was all luck!  Just watch, I'll get you this time!"

"Sure you will," Coal shouted as they rushed off to their designated spot.  Yuna looked back at his phone.  Chaeryoung was right.  He just needed to give Lia time.

She would reach out when she was ready.

SWIPE

And he would be there to help when she needed it.

Chapter 29: Sooo LUCKY

Notes:

So... first and foremost I want to apologize for how long it took to get this update out. I truly appreciate all of your patience and support as I continue to work on getting these chapters out. Secondly, I want to note that these long pauses will likely be more of a norm than an exception for the next few months. Grad school has been kicking my ass this year so writing has fallen to the wayside at times. I'm definitely going to keep writing, however, the frequency I get to has greatly diminished and so I ask for your continued patience and understanding. That being said, I am excited I finally get to present to you the latest update to The Time of Our Lives: Sooo LUCKY. Please review, kudos, comment and, most of all, enjoy the show =)

The hallway was eerily quiet as she sat on the dark chair that sat in the shadow of the looming placard above the door.  It was strange hearing the school so quiet.  There were no chatting students, no lecturing teachers, no sounds to be heard in the dimly lit corner of the academic universe.  She thought it was odd that no other spot in the school had a flickering lightbulb, or had plastic chairs that were cracked and chaffed.  No other part of the school was as estranged as this, so far removed from classrooms that no one dared enter this part of the school unless it was absolutely required of them.

It spoke volumes on how the school treated those who had to be there.

*Shiff*

The sound echoed in the hallway as the girl turned her gaze.  A long shadow scrawled across the hallway wall, hunched over as a claw-like hand reached out for the girl.

*Sniff*

The hand turned away, reaching for the shadow's face as the dim light revealed a child.  The child was tall and thin, as if they were made by a classmate using toothpicks.  Their red eyes refused to look anywhere but the ground in front of them.

*Sniff*

They slowly walked forward, shuffling towards the open seat next to the girl before they immediately pulled their skinny, bruised knees to their face.

*Sniff*

The girl tilted her head at the child.  She had always been taught that if you had nothing to say then it was best to be quiet.  Spoken words had to be calculated and correct, otherwise they would be used against her.  She tried to determine the right words to say in this moment, yet couldn't find any that would accurately communicate what she wished to convey.  And yet, she still felt compelled to say something.

"Are you okay?"

"What's it matter to you?!"

The child quickly sniffed and then groaned as they roughly rubbed away at their eyes.  The girl's face betrayed no emotion, strictly focused on the behaviors of the child before her as she tried to find what the right words could've been.

"I would like to help if I can."

"Psh, like there's anything you can do to help."

"I might be able to if you tell me what's wrong."

"But what's wrong is everything!"  The child shouted angrily.  "My cousin's gone and everyone's saying mean things about her and everytime I tell them to stop I get in trouble because they won't listen and I'm trying to make them stop but no one cares that they're being mean and my family doesn't care about me and now that my cousin's gone I'm…"

The tears that they tried so hard to hide finally burst through, distorting the child's face that shook with frustration.  They bit their lip and hid their face in their knees, hiding the tears that arrived as victors to their battle of wills.

"I'm all alone now…"

The girl watched as the child's shoulders shuddered under their silent sobs.  She watched carefully, trying to calculate the best method to assist the child when her hand suddenly found itself on the child's shoulder.

"I'm here for you…"

The sobs started to slow as the child showed their tearstained face to the girl who smiled comfortingly.

"I'll be here for you for as long as you need me."

Her fingers drummed against her thigh as she desperately tried to redirect her focus on the lesson at hand.

Yuna hadn't responded to her text.

Which, was perfectly fine.  After all Yuna wasn't obligated to respond to Chaeryoung's texts immediately.  There had been times where Yuna was stalled in replying.

…weren't there?

Chaeryoung's mind went through every memory and calculation.  Perhaps there had been a time, but if so Yuna would have popped up in person shortly.  Of course, Chaeryoung hadn't seen Yuna that morning either.  It was possible that Yuna overslept, though Yuna would almost always send a text informing Chaeryoung that they would be late.  Also, given Yuna's previous statements of her sister's involvement in ensuring Yuna's punctual arrival at school, him oversleeping seemed less than likely.

But, this was all perfectly fine.  Again, Yuna was under no obligation to keep Chaeryoung aware of his affairs.  Besides, this had happened before… hadn't it?

Her fingers fidgeted as they moved closer to her skirt pocket.  Perhaps if she just took a quick glance at her phone she could review the evidence and assure herself that she was being silly.  And maybe Yuna has responded by now-!

"Ms. Lee, no phones in class."

"Ah-"

Chaeryoung quickly shoved the phone back in her pocket as she shrunk into her seat.

"Yes ma'am."

BRRRRIIIIIIIII

"Alright everyone, don't forget to submit your reflections in the basket.  Have a great day everyone."

Chaeryoung slid on her backpack and kept her head down as she rushed towards the door.

"Ms. Lee, a moment please."

Chaeryoung inhaled deeply as she stood frozen at the door frame.

What could Ms. Callister want from her?

She turned around, calculating her next move as the last student filed out of the classroom.

"You requested for me?  Also, I do apologize for the mishap earlier."

"Thank you for the apology, but that's not what I was planning to discuss with you."

"Oh," Chaeryoung paused.  "Then what-?"

"I wanted to return this to you."

She handed Chaeryoung a neatly typed paper with a glaring red 'B' at the top.

"I reviewed your paper since you requested an appeal, however your grade stands."

Chaeryoung sighed heavily.  "Ms. Callister, I don't understand."

"And what don't you understand?"

"Well," Chaeryoung ground through her thoughts.  Remember, pick the correct words for the correct situation.  "I don't understand how this could be my final grade.  The rubric stated that we needed to write an essay on whether a book we read should be recommended to our peers."

"The rubric said to write a persuasive essay where you would convince a peer to read it.  You present great details on the book, but you neglected to share why they matter.  Why do you believe it's so important for your classmates to read this book?"

"And that's what I don't understand.  Why does it matter what I believe when the evidence clearly illustrates its importance?  After all, the evidence I gave was quite clear and, as the saying goes, facts speak for themselves."

"The saying may say that, but facts can't talk," Ms. Callister deadpanned.  "Which is why it's important to state your intentions, your beliefs, your experience.  We are not disconnected from the facts Ms. Lee.  It's only because we are impacted by said facts that they matter."

"But, establishing a pedagogy that makes instructors and learners co-creators of knowledge, mitigates power relations and empowers learners to be owners of their own learning.  Those benefits should be self-evident."

"If that was 'self-evident,' we wouldn't be living in the world we do now," Ms. Callister responded nonchalantly.  "Also, if you were to make that exact statement to someone on the street with no knowledge of their education level, how likely do you think it would be that they'd understand you?"

Chaeryoung paused.  She looked for any indication in Ms. Callister's face that she could be moved to reconsider, but Ms. Callister simply stared unwaveringly back.  Chaeryoung gave a silent sigh as she resigned her gaze back to her paper.

"I've never received a 'B' before…"

"I don't doubt that, however, I also believe that you haven't been challenged before."

Chaeryoung sighed.  "I understand your points.  Would it be alright if I redid this paper?  I would like to see if I can improve upon it."

"I would be happy to review what you write, however, if you take these points into consideration in your next paper I would be happy to boost your grade.  The goal of teaching is to measure student's improvement, not expect perfection."

"I… I appreciate that," Chaeryoung responded with a small smile.  "Thank you for the feedback."

"It's my pleasure.  Also, make sure I don't see your phone in class again.  Next time I see it, I'm keeping it."

"Understood," Chaeryoung responded with a light bow.  "Thank you again.  I hope the rest of your day sees you well."

"You too Ms. Lee.  Have a good day."

Chaeryoung left the room with a heavy sigh as she looked at the paper in her hands.

"Hey."

Her eyes shot up as Coal gave her a timid smile.

"You doing okay?"

"I'm fine," Chaeryoung stated wearily as she put the paper away.  "How have you been Coal?"

"I've been pretty good," Coal responded with a light smile.  "Everything go alright with Ms. Callister?"

Chaeryoung calculated.  Was everything alright?  Not exactly.  She couldn't help but feel-

Frustrated?

Disappointed?

Angry?

"They did," Chaeryoung answered though she berated herself for the curt answer.  She was being irrational.  All of Ms. Callister's feedback was completely warranted.

Why was Chaeryoung being so immature about this?

"Hey all!"

Chaeryoung's eyes widened as she turned to the familiar voice.

"Yuna!"

"The one and only!" Yuna announced proudly.

"Hey Yuna!  How'd first period go?"

"Fucking shitty," Yuna informed with a groan.  "God, why can't Mrs. Fitzgerald chill out.  I was only asleep for, like, five minutes."

"Wait, you have Mrs. Fitzgerald for first?  Do we have homework due for today?"

"Hell if I know, I wasn't paying attention," Yuna brushed off emphatically.  "How's your morning going Chae?"

Chaeryoung blinked quickly in response.  What was the-? Oh, right, her morning.

"It's been… fair," Chaeryoung responded evenly.  "I missed seeing you before class."

"Wait, did you not get my text?"

Chaeryoung tilted her head as Yuna immediately fished his pocket for his phone.

"Shit!  I forgot to hit send!"

Yuna groaned, putting their phone away as they pouted.

"I'm sorry Chae.  Coal and I came early since they needed to help Mr. Walters with stage crew supplies."

"Oh, I see…" Chaeryoung quickly glanced away, find the right response and, that's it.

"I must say I'm surprised to hear that you've been so engaged with stage crew."

"Honestly, I'm surprised by how cool it is too.  I mean, they even have a laser cutter!  Like, I get to use a laser cutter!"

"That was a pain to get into the workroom."

"That sounds wonderful," Chaeryoung responded with her same, tempered smile.  "I'm happy to hear you're enjoying yourself there."

"Yeah, but I'm bummed that we missed each other this morning," Yuna sighed heavily.  "We can totally meet up for lunch later, right?"

"Unfortunately the student council is meeting for lunch today," Chaeryoung explained with a sigh.  "However, I would be able to join you for lunch tomorrow."

"Hells yeah!  Let's do it!"

"But, Yuna, we promised Sammy that we'd help her out with her video project during lunch tomorrow."

"Crap!"  Yuna smacked his forehead in response.  "Ugh, I'm sorry Chae."

"It's okay.  Would you like to make plans for tonight?"

"Actually… Coal and I made plans for tonight…” Yuna responded while scratching the back of his head.  “I mean, I know that today’s a podcast day so I figured this way I wouldn’t bother you, you know?”

“I…”

I never saw you as a bother…

“I… understand,” Chaeryoung settled as her gaze fell.  What was happening today?  Chaeryoung never forgot about her podcast.

But…

“But, hey, Yuna and I are just thinking of bumming around the mall,” Coal explained with an excited smile.  “You should totally join us!  Like, I don’t know how long your podcast takes, but you can totally join us later!”

“Oh, I-”

“D-Don’t feel obligated to if you can’t though!”  Yuna quickly interjected.  “I mean, I’ll be with Coal so I can’t be doing too much damage!  Besides I know that you never compromise when it comes to your podcast, so, you know, I’ll be okay.”

“Wait, Yuna,” Coal ventured quietly.  “How much trouble do you usually get into?”

“Hush, don’t worry about it.”

“It’s… it’s fine,” Chaeryoung responded as she felt her well practiced smile begin to falter.  “I do have my own business to attend to so perhaps it’s for the best.”

Yuna’s smile faded slowly as he turned to Chaeryoung.  “Hey… are you okay?”

“Of course,” Chaeryoung responded a little too quickly for her liking.  “Is there a reason I wouldn’t be?”

“I…”

BRRRRIIIIIIII

“We should all be getting to class,” Chaeryoung deadpanned.  “Have a wonderful day you two.”

“Wait, Chae!”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll find a time to reconvene later,” Chaeryoung stated with a tempered smile.  “Take care, and I’ll see you both soon.”

“Um, okay.  See you later, Chaeryoung.”

“Take care…”

Chaeryoung paused as Yuna trudged to his next class with Coal close behind.  Where did all the excitement that Yuna showed go?

BRRRRIIIII

Chaeryoung sighed as she slowly made her way to her own class.

And the inevitable tardy slip that would welcome her at the door.

---

“Thank you everyone for your timely arrival at our committee lunch.  We have started recording in order to keep-”

The boy droned on as their secretary passed out the agenda while everyone else pulled out their canvas lunch bags.  Chaeryoung wasn’t necessarily a fan of these meetings, however she found it important to be as informed as possible on the activities of her fellow committee members.  Their president Trevor continued to drone on.  He was a boy with dirty blonde hair and immaculate posture that made him seem to tower over anyone he spoke with.  He kept his hair neatly trimmed to just past his ear, about the longest boys in their school were allowed, and had an attitude like he invented the sun and expected eternal praise for his works.

At the opposite end of the table sat the secretary, his sister.  Bridgette had blonde hair like her brother’s though it still held a bit of its platinum sheen.  She wore thin framed glasses that made her bright blue eyes seem to shine even brighter and wore her hair in a tight bun.  Chaeryoung had to admit, she couldn’t adequately describe what Bridgette’s voice was like due to lack of familiarity with it.  She supposed that since her brother loved listening to his own baritone voice so much he must have enjoyed doing the talking for both of them.

Finally, there was the co-chair.  The boy that Trevor would so affectionately refer to as his ‘right-hand man.'  There was none other than Parker Jones.

Despite becoming slightly more tolerable after they spoke with his father, that never stopped him from feeling entitled to the presidency position.  After all, it was speculated that no one would run against Trevor because the school wouldn’t allow it.  Not only was his father a state politician, but he was one of the primary funders of the school.  Funds that came from weapons and oil companies hell-bent on keeping everyone ignorant of their destruction of the world no doubt.  Regardless, Trevor was the president with his sister as secretary and the power to basically hand pick whoever he wanted.

And why wouldn’t he want his best friend to inherit the power he had so poorly earned?

“Anyways, onto the agenda here…”

“It doesn’t appear that there’s anything important here to review,” Parker announced.

“Well, that makes things easy,” Trevor responded as he kicked his feet onto the table.  “Say, you see the game last night?”

“Totally.  Aaron’s losing it these days.  I mean, 17 to 27?  Come on.”

“But it was the Bill’s.  They’ve been a pretty steady team this year.  Of course, I’m curious to see if anyone can beat the Eagle’s streak.”

“Could you imagine if the Chargers would’ve done so last week?  That would’ve been-!”

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes as she looked over the agenda.  Perhaps she would be interested in sports when women get paid more than 1/85th the amount as men, black athletes aren't kicked out for advocating against racism and athletes were given adequate health care when they are putting their physical bodies on the line for everyone else's entertainment,  but she had no faith that would change anytime soon. Besides, the committee wasn't created to play at being sports commentators.

“I do believe we should discuss the Homecoming Dance since that’s coming up shortly.”

Trevor threw his head back and groaned.  “Aw come on…”

He sat back up with his seat on the floor as he leaned towards Chaeryoung.

“What is there to discuss?  There’s already some rando who’s taking care of that.  We just need to be here to check her progress in case she can’t hack it.”

“And by ‘rando' you mean Julia Choi,” Chaeryoung responded as she tried to keep her tone even.  “I am sure you’re aware our peers have names.”

Trevor sighed as he put his hands in his face before speaking to Chaeryoung in a patronizing tone.  “Yes, I am aware our peers have names.  Was that all you needed?”

“Actually, I also wanted to point out that, although you have hoisted all organizational duties onto Julia, we are still in charge of all the ceremonial aspects of the dance.”

“You mean counting the votes for the homecoming king and queen?” Parker asked sharply.  “I’m sure we could find some other desperate souls looking for validation to do the counting for us.”

“I’m not sure why we’d need to count them.  You and Jenny are clearly gonna win.”

“And although I am certain we could find volunteers -” Chaeryoung had to pause.  Remember, calm and calculated.  “It is still upon us to do any announcements throughout the dance including the homecoming royalty nominations.”

Trevor sighed as he leaned back into his seat.

“You know what?  Fine.  Since you’re so concerned about the school dance how about you take care of it?  Does that sound alright with you?”

“So, for the record, you are herefore handing off all responsibilities you have over the dance to me and I have your full approval to handle those responsibilities how I wish?”

“God, how many times do I have to repeat myself?  Yes!  It’s all yours!  Do whatever you want with it!  Now, can we get back to the important conversations?”

Chaeryoung shifted her focus to the agenda as she internally reminded herself to just breathe.

"That was all of my concerns for today."

“Thank God!”  Trevor sighed heavily.

“Anyways, what do you think of the Falcons?’

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes before turning to whisper to Bridgette.

“May I get a copy of all recordings and notes for this meeting?”

Bridgette hummed in the affirmative.  “Um, is it okay if I send it after the meeting?”

“That’s perfectly fine,” Chaeryoung responded with a comforting smile.  She turned back to her lunch as she looked over the agenda one more time.

It looks like she would be Lia’s primary go to from here.

---

To: Lia Choi

 

Hello Lia.  I am reaching out to inform you that the committee has officially left the Homecoming Dance to be my sole responsibility.  I know you are working hard and doing a fantastic job with organizing it already.  Please contact me if there is anything I can do to support you.  Have a wonderful day.

 

She hit send before replacing the phone back in her pocket as she calculated the likelihood that Lia would actually respond.  Lia hadn’t been responding to anyone’s messages as of late, however, since this was a correspondence specifically sent for the purposes of the dance Chareyoung thought the odds may have increased ever so slightly in her favor.

She released a sigh.  Something unsettled her and she couldn’t figure out what.  The committee was its usual brand of horrendous, but Chaeryoung had left far worse meetings than that one so that couldn’t be what was bothersome.  Lia still hadn’t contacted anyone, as far as Chaeryoung was aware, which was also anticipated.  And now that Chaeryoung would be the best point of contact for any and all Homecoming Dance activities it gave Lia a greater incentive to reach out to at least her.  Therefore there was no reason for that to be the issue.  There was the grade that Chaeryoung had received in English that morning.

That was… not what Chaeryoung had anticipated.

However, if Ms. Callister was earnest during their encounter, then Chaeryoung should easily fix that grade once she adheres to the criticism she received.

Speaking of, that last thought wasn’t articulated in appropriate ninth grade vocabulary was it?

She scrunched her face in thought.  Ms. Callister was accurate in her feedback.  Even her friends had mentioned she articulated things in a way that confounded them.  Was that what was unsettling Chaeryoung so much?

She hummed in thought before a commotion tore her out of her musings.

“Aw crap!  Hey, I said I was coming through!”

“So that give you the right to barrel right into me?!”  The angry student shouted as they quickly picked up their things.  “Jeez, how do you always end up so late to class when you're constantly running through the halls?!”

“Hey, I have better things to do than get brainwashed by the system!  I’m not a dumb body!”

“That’s docile body ,” the student corrected.  “If you're going to reference Foucault you could at least reference them correctly.”

“Really?" The student asked as they tilted their head in thought.  "Hm… I swore it was dumb body.”

The student groaned loudly before storming off down the hallway as Chaeryoung approached the student still seated on the ground.

“I had not realized you thought so favorably of Foucault’s work.”

Yuna’s eyes widened.  He whipped his head quickly towards the voice before a smile broke their face.

“Well, of all the white guy books I’ve had to hear about, that one was actually interesting.”

Chaeryoung giggled as she offered Yuna a hand up.  They took the hand, bouncing lightly once they returned to their feet as Chaeryoung handed Yuna his books.

“Thanks Chae.”

“Of course,” Chaeryoung responded with a light smile.  “This is more than your typical materials for class.  Do you have a project in Language Arts due?”

“Huh?  Oh, not really,” Yuna responded as they looked through their folder to inspect the valuable contents inside for any form of blemish.  “Mr. Burgess is allowing me to do extra credit though so I figured I’d ask him about that.  Besides, I gotta let Mr. Burgess know that I figured out which role I wanna play for Romeo and Juliet .”

Chaeryoung paused.  “What do you mean by role?”

“Oh, wait, didn’t I tell you?”  Yuna asked as he quickly shuffled all his material together.  “Mr. Burgess is having us do role plays and I’m thinking I want to be Mercutio.”

“The cousin who curses Romeo upon his death because he refused to kill Tybalt from Juliet’s house?”

“Well, if Lia and Ryujin can’t figure their shit out I might have to throw hands at someone and I’d totally blame it all on Lia.”

Chaeryoung paused, watching as Yuna crammed his books and folders into his backpack, muttering under his breath at how uncooperative said materials were being.

“It sounds like that’s still bothering you a bit.”

“I mean, I’m just accepting the fact that I’m gonna be pissed about this, but I gotta trust that Lia will talk when she’s ready...”  He released a sigh, heavy from all the burdens the world placed on them before finding the strength to pick up his gaze.  “But I’m doing alright.  I mean, Coal’s been awesome with just being able to hang while you're busy and stage crew's been surprisingly fun!"

"That's wonderful to hear."

"Yeah, things have been alright," Yuna responded in a sobering tone before shaking off the melancholy.  "But enough about that, what about you?  How'd your Shit Club Committee meeting go?"

Chaeryoung laughed before turning her smile back to Yuna.  "Exactly as you described."

"Shitty and clubby?"

"Precisely," Chaeryoung admitted.  "Trevor decided to reassign all duties around the dance to me so I'm hopeful this will encourage Lia to re-establish contact."

"Dude, that'd be awesome!  Has she gotten back in touch with you yet?"

"Presently no, though this was a rather recent development."

"Yeah, I know," Yuna grumbled with folded arms.  "I just gotta be patient…"

Chaeryoung gave Yuna a light smile.  "Don't worry, she'll come around eventually."

"Yeah…"

The word desperately clung to the air as Chaeryoung analyzed Yuna.  Drooped shoulders.  Downcast gaze.  This topic was always difficult for Yuna and a change of subject seemed to be in order, but what?

…

"Yuna?"

"Hm?"

"I have a query for you" Chaeryoung stated in a matter-of-fact tone.  "If you would indulge me for a moment?"

"Of course!" Yuna exclaimed without missing a beat.  "What's on your mind?"

"Well," Chaeryoung steeled her resolve.  She shouldn't bring this up.  Everything in her mind was telling her that this was a very poor decision.  That she should ask Yuna what her plans were for her Mercutio role, or about the video project she was helping Sammy with, but instead she asked-

"Would you be interested in accompanying me to the Homecoming Dance?"

Yuna blinked a few times as Chaeryoung read the answer from Yuna's silent gaze.

"I-I apologize," Chaeryoung verbally retracted.  "Please, just-"

"No, it-it's fine- it's just…"

Yuna gave a sheepish grin as he scratched the back of his head.

"I kinda already asked Coal to the dance so…"

Yuna let the thought hang as Chaeryoung made note of the silence.

"I see…" She paused a moment, recollecting herself as she processed the situation.

"I'm sorry Chae, I just-"

"You don't need to explain," Chaeryoung responded with what she was certain wasn't a convincing smile.  "After all, you're free to go to the dance with who you wish."

"But-"

BRRRIIIIIII

"There's the warning bell," Chaeryoung observed casually.  "We can talk more later.  I'll see you again soon."

"Yeah…" Yuna responded with a half-hearted wave.  "See ya…"

Chaeryoung waved back before she quickly turned away down the hall.  It was incredibly irrational.  She said so herself, Yuna was free to attend the dance with whoever she wished.

So why was Chaeryoung so bothered by that fact that Yuna didn't ask her first?

---

The next twenty-three hours and eight minutes were incredibly dull.

Despite being able to complete her podcast much earlier than usual, Chaeryoung could not stop the compulsion to continuously check the window behind her to see if Yuna would barge in.

She couldn't help but to feel a little disappointed when Yuna never did.

Then there was the rest of her chores.  Completing honework, studying for her next podcast, practicing violin, listening in on local congressional conferences, studying up on proposed bills to be introduced.  It was a largely productive day.

And yet, it felt rather hollow.

The feeling was only continued as Chaeryoung found herself eating alone in the cafeteria the following day.  Her fork fiddled with the salad before her as the sound of conversation filled the open cafeteria air.  It was a rare occasion when she spent her lunch break observing the details of their eating quarters.  The cafeteria was large with a glass dome ceiling two stories above them shedding the sunlight upon their meals as they feasted.  One could watch the students on the upper two floors loiter around the steel railings with glass barricades that protected them from falling to the ravenous children below.

Chaeryoung sighed as she returned to her meal. The soft melody of murmurs echoed throughout the halls as Chaeryoung tried not to think too much on the chatter.

Besides, she and Yuna were sure to have lunch again another time.  It's not as if she were entirely alone.

"This seat taken?"

Chaeryoung snapped her gaze towards the voice before a soft smile crossed her face.  "As a matter of fact it isn't.  Would you care to join me?"

"Don't mind if I do."

Zoey placed their cafeteria tray on the table as she slid easily into the seat, though her gaze didn't settle as easily.

"So, where's Yuna?  They're not gonna be pissed if I sit with you, are they?"

"Yuna's otherwise preoccupied at this moment," Chaeryoung deadpanned.  "And you don't need to worry about her.  Yuna may be vocal about her opinions but she wouldn't antagonize you without sufficient reason."

"And by 'sufficient reason' you mean?"

"You'll know when you've reached that threshold."

"Hm… well, if you say so," Zoey responded before she took a bite of her chicken sandwich.  "So where is Yuna anyways?"

"She's helping someone from stage crew with a project."

"Wait, Yuna joined stage crew?" Zoey asked in between bites.  "That's awesome!  I thought she was totally against anything to do with school."

"That was her original opinion, though it seems that she's been able to find a community amongst the cohort there."

"That's cool," Zoey said plainly with a head nod.  "How's that been with Yuna in stage crew?"

"It's been fine," Chaeryoung stated in her perfectly calculated tone.

"That's good," Zoey stated before swallowing the bite she had taken.  "It always seemed to wear on Yuna when you had meetings and stuff so I just thought it might be a change for you to be waiting on Yuna instead."

Chaeryoung's fork stilled, staked into a grape that bled from the assault as Chaeryoung's gaze was fixed somewhere beyond.

How had she not realized it before?

She set her fork down with a sigh.

"I suppose it has been a challenge for me to adjust," Chaeryoung admitted solemnly.  "I had always considered myself so incredibly fortunate to have a friend as dear to me as Yuna."

She paused, the full weight of her thoughts bearing down on her mind.

"I hadn't considered the extent of the impact it would have on me when our relationship inevitably changed."

"What do you mean by 'inevitably'?"

"It's not in my nature to divulge such information," Chaeryoung stated with a smile.  "However, all things must change eventually."

"I mean, I guess," Zoey responded as she armed herself with a fork.  "But some things stay the same."

Chaeryoung twirled the fork as she watched the grape still attached slowly twirl in the light.

"I don't believe we can anymore."

BZZZZZTTTT

"Good afternoon Greenstone Academy.  It's your president Trevor here and I just wanted to announce how very excited we are for the upcoming Homecoming Dance.  Parker and I are working very hard on creating the best experience for you this year.  If you have any suggestions or if there's anything you'd like to see for the dance, please let the committee know.  Thank you all for your attention and have a Spartan day."

BZZZZT

"God, why do they even bother," Zoey asked with an eye roll.  "Everyone knows they're not actually doing anything for it."

"They still enjoy laying claim to the credit," Chaeryoung responded sardonically.  "Especially when they contribute the least."

"Ain't that the truth."

Zoey grimaced at her own revelation as she death stared their mashed potatoes.  Clearly, whatever attention Zoey was projecting onto her carbohydrate side dish was caused by some non-present entity, though Chaeryoung couldn't help but find the expression curious.

What was she possibly thinking about right now?

Her fork swirled through the smooth gravy, changing it into a light caramel color as it mixed into the white starch.

"Hey Chaeryoung," Zoey finally addressed with a voice that was both firm yet tentative.  "You're going to the dance with Yuna… right?"

Chaeryoung blinked quickly.  Those were the actual words Zoey had articulated, correct?  The split second Chaeryoung needed to process the statement assured her that she had heard Zoey correctly, though Chaeryoung couldn't say whether that was a comfort or not.

"I am not," Chaeryoung answered firmly.  She watched as Zoey simply hummed in acknowledgment before sending Chaeryoung a sly smile.

"Wanna go with me then?"

Chaeryoung quirked a brow at the invitation.  Zoey waited patiently, resting her chin in her hand as her cheeky smile refused to leave.

"That's an intriguing offer," Chaeryoung responded as she pretended to busy herself with cleaning up her lunch.  "I do believe you are aware that I'm not interested in any kind of romantic relationship."

"I'm cool with going as friends," Zoey responded casually.  "Besides, I figured you'd be more interested in a business proposal than a romantic one."

Chaeryoung paused, now authentically intrigued by the offer Zoey presented.

"What do you mean by 'business proposal?'"

"I knew you'd be interested," Zoey responded with a wide smile.  "Anyways, the swim team and I have a plan that we're hoping to put in motion for the dance and I'd love to have your help with it."

Chaeryoung leaned forward.  Now she was curious.  "I may be interested," she answered noncommittally.  "Give me a contract to review and I shall give you my answer in the next three business days."

"I'll get right on it!"  Zoey announced before scratching the back of her head.  "I mean, as long as you help me write it.  I may need you to help me out with some details."

"You know, it's usually inadvisable to ask the lawyer you're seeking to consult to write up your working contract."

"Yeah, but I'm not asking a lawyer…" Zoey stated softly as she gave Chaeryoung a kind smile.

"I'm asking a friend."

Chaeryoung looked at Zoey, the sincerity in Zoey's face caused a smile to form on her own.

"I suppose I could assist you then," Chaeryoung responded.  "I am rather curious about this proposal you have to offer."

"Trust me, it's going to be awesome!"  Zoey announced as the bell rang overhead.

"Man, that always goes off at the worst times."

"True, however we will have the opportunity to reconvene later."

"Definitely!" Zoey exclaimed as she got up from her seat.  "Anyways, I gotta get going to Physics.  Talk to you later!"

"Talk to you then."

Chaeryoung gave a wave as they departed with fond farewells.  She packed her lunchbox slowly though with a bit more energy than she had felt the past few days.  Perhaps Zoey was exactly what she needed.  Perhaps working on whatever project Zoey had in mind would be the perfect distraction to preoccupy her.

She adjusted her backpack on her shoulders as she headed to her next class with a smile.  The dance was only a week and a half away.

And she was sure it would be one to remember.

Chapter 30: #Twenty

She sat in the hallowed space of the lecture hall, sitting behind one of the many mahogany desks that circled the center of the room.  Each one was slightly higher than the one in front to create a stage for the most brilliant of minds to showcase their knowledge and impart it on only the most capable of those who entered the arena.  It was an academic battleground where only the worthiest would rise through the ranks and take their rightful place in the world.

"Now, who can tell me the three parts of the mind according to Freudian Theory?"

"I can Mrs. Sullivan."

Lia rose from her spot, tossing her hair back as she felt the eyes of the masses squarely on her.

"Freud believed that the mind was separated into the id, ego and superego.  The id is the locus of all impulses and desires while the superego is the locus of all moral reasoning.  The ego is charged with controlling the two in order to make the best decisions in a given situation.  It's arguably just a reinvention of Plato's tri-part soul where the charioteer that represents reason must reign and control the two horses of desire and morality, navigating their higher moral reason with any base needs that their impulses demand."

The woman gave a small smile as she turned towards the star pupil.  "Exemplary work Ms. Choi.  That explanation as well as the connection to Plato's own theory of the soul was artfully articulated.  Well done."

The crowd roared in applause as Lia gave a light bow, taking her seat with a smile of pride that wouldn't leave her face.  It remained in place as she found herself seated in the campus courtyard.  Trees surrounded her as one could hear other students crossing the cobblestone paths that zig zagged around and through buildings in the distance beyond the excited musings of her friend.

"Oh my God, Lia that was so cool!  Like, we didn't even talk about Plato in class!  How'd you make that connection?"

Lia gave a self-satisfied smirk as she turned to the salad before her.  "Well, I dabbled in some Philosophy during my school years which made the connection all too apparent."

"Wow, no wonder you're the smartest person on campus!"

Lia gave a light giggle in response as she took a bite from her salad.

"I simply have different experiences to rely upon.  Anyone else would have made the connection had they been aware."

"Smart and humble about it.  You really are the real deal Lia!"

Lia simply glowed at the praise as she tried to maintain a more controlled demeanor.  "Well, I do try my best."

"You do more than just try, you excel! I really wish I could be like you."

"Well, I'm more than happy to help teach you if you'd like."

"Really?" Their voice rang with a mix of hope and enthusiasm.  "Awesome!  Then, I have a question real fast."

Lia smiled softly as she brought her next salad bite to her lips.

"Ask away."

A hand stopped hers and pinned it against the tabke as her fork clattered across the surface.  She shot her gaze towards her assailant before panic set in as she found Ryujin looking back at her with a cold stare.

"You happy now, Princess?"

BEBEBEBEEP BEBEBEBEEP

Lia's eyes flew open as her alarm continued its cacophonous drone with the blue numbers illuminating her dark room.  She groaned into her hands as the beeping continued to ring in her ears.

Why did her life have to be like this?

---

Lia opened her locker brusquely.  It took all of her strength not to lay her head onto the cool metal and groan.

Just two more years and she'd be done with this place.  Just two more years.

She clenched her eyes tight as she tried to muster up the will she would need to get through the rest of the day.  Next up was AP Literature.  She could handle AP-

"Oh my God, did you hear that Zoey's going to the dance with Chaeryoung?!"

"Are you kidding me, who hasn't?  And now it sounds like Yuna and Chaeryoung are falling apart over it."

"Oh please, Yuna's always been a disaster and Chaeryoung is just using both of them to promote a progressive platform for student council.  After all, the only reason a woman would date another woman is for the attention."

Lia slammed her locker shut, flinching at the sound of it as she quickly walked away.  Just try not to be seen.  Try not to be noticed.  Just be as quiet and unassuming as possible and-

VRRRR

Her hand rushed to her phone before a small frown crossed her face.

Top 10 tips on Healthy Eating for-

She groaned as she shoved the phone back in her pocket.  She didn't want any stupid notifications on her health fixation, she wanted her friends back!  She wanted them to tell her that things would be okay, that they were still there, that-

She scrolled back to Yuna's last message as she released a deep sigh.

 

FROM: Shin Yuna

 

let me kno wen u want 2 tak

im here wen ur redy

 

Why was she waiting on them to reach out to her?

She's the one who was holding back.

"Hello Julia."

Lia immediately tensed as she shoved her phone back in her pocket.

"Hello Jennifer."

"Now, Julia, what's with that tone?  Having a rough day?"

Lia internally rolled her eyes at the comment.  As if Jennifer wouldn't gloat at the knowledge that she was single-handedly ruining her current life.

"You could say that," Lia decided to relent before quickly moving on.  "What can I help you with?"

"Julia, Julia, Julia, how could you forget?" Jennifer taunted in a playful tone as a sinister smile crossed her face.

"I'm here to help you."

Lia kept her face as neutral as possible as she turned her gaze towards Jennifer.

"I still haven't made a decision."

"And I don't know why you keep dragging your feet," Jennifer admitted as she leaned against the lockers and started inspecting her nails.  "You know you should just take me up on my offer. After all, there's no way that Chaeryoung would be willing to help you now that she's finally decided she's too good for your cousin."

"That's not what happened!"

Julia immediately covered her mouth as Jennifer turned towards her.  Her expression was half intrigue and half mischief as she watched Lia closely.

"Really?"  Jennifer asked.  She leaned in closer, as if hoping for Lia to divulge a secret she would share only with her.  "Do you know something the rest of the school doesn't?"

Lia lowered her hand slowly as she tried to release the words from her tongue.

"I-"

BRRRRRIIIII

Lia snapped her gaze at the sound.  The warning bell.  The perfect excuse to walk away and say-

"I need to get to class."

"Julia."

She froze, stopping dead in her tracks, keeping her head forward towards the freedom before her as Jennifer's words loomed from behind.

"Give me your answer by the end of the dance.  That's as long as I'll wait for you."

Lia remained frozen, letting Jennifer's words paint the walls around her as she struggled to find the freedom she had caught a glimpse of earlier.  She clenched her eyes shut as she forced her feet to continue moving forward.

Time was running out.

---

A mass of clattering books crashed onto Lia's desk as she sat before the makeshift avalanche and began rumaging through the textbook rubble.  Okay, so, she had to read The Great Gatsby for AP Lit, she would need to practice her declensions for Latin and… wait, what did she do in Pre-Calculus again?

She groaned her head against a hardbound cover.  Just two more years.  She just needed to wait two more years to be free!

But… could she really wait that long?

TING

She sighed before picking up her phone.  She really should unsubscribe from-

 

FROM: Lee Chaeryoung

 

Hello Lia, I hope you're doing well.  I wanted to inform you that I will be in the gymnasium tomorrow to inspect progress for the dance and I would love to meet you in person for it.  Please let me know if you are able to meet with me and I hope you have a wonderful day.

 

Lia's heart pounded as she thought through the implications.

Chaeryoung.  She could meet with Chaeryoung!  It wouldn't be suspicious, Chaeryoung was part of the student council.  It would make sense for her to meet with Chaeryoung to discuss the dance.  And maybe she could even-!

She's finally decided she's too good for your cousin.

Lia clutched the phone in her grip as she stared at the words before her.

The only reason a woman would date another woman is for the attention.

Her hand trembled, falling feebly towards the desk as her phone released itself from her grip.  What was she thinking?  Believing that no one in her school would spread rumors about her if she spent time with Chaeryoung.  That's exactly what they'd do!  And if she tried to ask Chaeryoung about-

She groaned, collapsing into the textbooks beneath her.

When will things finally get better?

---

The gymnasium doors roared open as Lia immediately snapped her head back from her curious gaze.  Why did she bother looking to see who it was?  Did they notice Lia had looked to see if they were actually coming?

Besides, who else would bother to come to the gymnasium after school besides-

"Hello Lia," the familiar voice addressed that Lia tried desperately not to turn towards.  "It's good to see you again."

"Please..." Lia answered, quiet and heartbroken.  "Call me Julia."

A short pause made itself present as Lia felt Chaeryoung's gaze on her.  Chaeryoung wasn't one to dwell on such things though.  She responded with 'of course' in a curt tone that caused Lia to flinch.  Chaeryoung had to have been disappointed in her.

Not that Lia had felt any differently about herself.

"I left my itinerary on the table there," Lia stated blandly as she nodded at a table that lined along the closed sets of bleachers.  She could see Chaeryoung analyzing the gym.  Streamers were strung across the ceiling of the gym on one side as Lia prepared a ladder to attach the streamers across the other side.  The stage was the first thing anyone would see walking in being centered at the far end of the gym with all streamers leading towards the stage.  The gym had four basketball courts, making it wide enough to have the stage facing towards the door from the far end of the gym while on either side were rows of tables, one for concessions and the shorter row for homecoming royalty ballots.  Chaeryoung drank it all in with a familiar smile on her face.

"The decorations are coming together wonderfully."

"Thank you," Lia answered quickly as she tried to focus on setting the ladder in place.  There were still some streamers she had to hang and it was best to not get distracted lest she say something she regretted.

Chaeryoung only hummed in acknowledgment, seeming to recognize the distance Lia was creating between.  Lia armed herself with the streamers she was intent on hanging, but she couldn't muster the strength to start her ascent.

"I didn't realize you had also organized the catering and arranged to have a live DJ to come in.  You're certainly sparing no expense on this event."

Lia hummed in affirmation as she gripped the ladder's side, staring upwards at the ceiling but failing to take any further steps.

"Everything here is looking fantastic Julia.  Is there anything I can do to support you?"

"I-"

Just admit it Lia!  Admit you need your friends back!  Say that you need her to stay so that you can catch up on all of their shenanigans!  Say you need to know if she and Yuna are okay!  Say you need to know if anyone's heard from-

"I… can't think of anything…"

She stayed frozen, refusing to budge lest the slightest movement would give away her bluff.  She focused her gaze on the gym floor between the ladder steps.  As long as she found something to keep her gaze on Chaeryoung would eventually-

"Alright then," Chaeryoung relented with a small sigh.  "Let me know if there's anything more we can do to support you."

Lia's jaw clenched as she began hearing the sound of footsteps growing further and further away.

"Have a good day Julia."

The door creaked slowly, grating on Lia as if waiting for Lia to change her mind until the door finally slammed shut.  Lia's knuckles whitened as she gripped the ladder fiercely.  Why did she do that?!  Why is she like this?!  Why couldn't she just be honest with Chaeryoung?!

Tears welled in her eyes as she pressed her forehead against the ladder before her.  God, why did the world have to be like this?!  She kept on telling herself that it would all be better when she was eighteen, maybe nineteen, twenty at the latest but that was a lie, wasn't it?!  What future did she think she would have if this is what her present looked like?  There were people she cared about now dammit!

So why was she constantly pushing them away?

Chapter 31: B[oo]m-Boxx

Are you really going to not talk to me?

I apologize.  I was… busy…

I just realized I needed to get back home.

This isn't a date!

Why are you really here?

I don't want to keep pretending forever.

I didn't mean to upset you.

This isn't the time for fun!

You really don't care about anybody but yourself, do you?!

This was a mistake…

I could bring you down if I wanted to.

I'd rather be here with you.

As I've been informed it's my party so I get to do as I wish.

I was scared you wouldn't show up.

Anyways, I plan on being here for a while so let me know if there's anything else you need.

Do you have any idea how long we were looking for you?!

I'm tired of being alone.

…

It feels less lonely when you push people away, doesn't it?

Ryujin squinted up at the sky.  The sun pierced through the fogginess of her mind as the light burned in her eyes.  God it was bright.  What time was it anyways?

She shook her head at the thought.  The time didn't matter.  After all, it's not like she had anywhere to be.  Nothing to do but to get fucked up on the roof as she reached down into her pocket to find-

...

Nothing... Damn, was she really out of weed?

She lifted herself up with a loud groan as she looked around the rooftop.

Nothing in sight nearby.

What about her pockets?

She patted herself down before blowing the bangs out of her face.

She was out of weed.

"Hey Mikey?!  Do you know why my boombox isn't working?"

And apparently she wasn't alone.

Also great.

She groaned as she started scooting herself off the roof.  If she couldn't get high she may as well do something for the day.

Whatever that would look like.

"You check the batteries already?"

"Come on Mikey, you think I have some spare batteries lying around?"

"Well, that's probably why your boombox isn't working."

Ryujin opened the door from the porch as both pairs of eyes immediately turned on her.  She internally groaned.  She was really hoping they'd be too invested in their boombox murder mystery to notice that she was entering the house.  Figures.

"Hey Ryujin, you doing okay?"

"Holy shit girl you're a mess!"

She gave them both the finger as she walked over to the pile where she kept her semi-clean clothes.  She pulled out another hoodie since her regular hoodie smelled so much like weed that the cops would sniff her out the moment she walked out the door.  She grabbed a black pair of skinny jeans to match her hoodie and a plain forest green shirt to go with it.  She quickly grabbed the rest of the clothing she'd need for the day before grabbing a towel and making her way to the bathroom.  She released a sigh as she left her clothes on the sink and stared in the mirror.  God, she looked awful.  Her eyes were severely bloodshot and her hair was in complete disarray after being brushed with nothing but asphalt for the past few days.

She sighed as she slowly removed her clothes and walked over to the shower.

Please let there be hot water.

---

"Dammit Mikey!  There's gotta be something with batteries in this house somewhere!"

"Rustin, what would we possibly have in here that has 8 D batteries."

"God, you would think all my props would be good for something."

Ryujin tried to suppress her shiver as she walked back through the living room to throw her used clothes in the tentative dirty pile.  After all, she could probably get one more use out of them, right?

She shook off the thought before shoving her hands in her pockets and trying to hug her hoodie close in as discreet a manner as possible.  God, she should've just snuck a shower from the Hussey Hole.  Now she was going to give herself hypothermia the moment she stepped out of the-

"And where do you think you're going?"

Ryujin rolled her eyes.  Didn't they have a boombox to babysit or some shit?

"Out."

"And when will you be back?"

She clutched the handle tighter.  Why was she pausing?

"When I feel like it."

Her voice lacked the indifferent tone she usually gave it and Ryujin cringed at her own response. She sounded needy and pathetic and God she seriously needed to get it together!  She shook her head of the thought and pushed through the door before letting it close with a thud.  She hopped off the steps before starting her long trek across the pebbled walkway as she heard a text come through her phone.

 

From: Rustin's BoyToy

 

let us kno if u need nething

we r here 4 u

 

Ryujin shoved the phone in her pocket as she pressed her fists deeper in her pockets.  Why the fuck was everyone so spazzed about her?  She was fine.  She didn't need any of them anyways.

She was just fine without them.

---

From: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

 

2 Weeks Ago:

yo rj, wat hapend? u doin ok?

 

1 Week Ago:

rj, u ther? com on, lets hang sumtime

 

5 days Ago:

rj, i kno things must b ruf rite now. nething I can do 2 help?

 

2 Days Ago:

hey rj. just wanted you 2 kno we r here 4 u

let us kno how we can suport

---

"Damn.  Didn't think I'd be seeing you again."

Ryujin walked in unphased as she looked around the mechanic shop.  It was run by Rustin's younger brother Charles though he was definitely the bigger of the two with broad shoulders and arms forged from the fires of working in car mechanics.  Ryujin shrugged as she gave the shop owner no mind.

"Nice seeing you too Chuck.  Say, is that muffler for sale?"

"Not that you can afford it."

"Oh, so it's free now?  Thanks."

"Ryujin…"

"Damn, you're on edge today," Ryujin stated as she set the muffler she was looking at back on the shelf.  "Ever hear of a joke?"

Charles rolled his eyes in response as he continued to polish his wrench.

"I'm starting to remember why I like you better when you're not here."

"Then it sucks to be you," Ryujin responded as she walked behind the counter to sit on the shelf behind Charles.  "Whatcha workin on?"

Charles moved his tools and polishing kits away from where Ryujin sat as he grimaced at her.  "You have eyes don't ya?"

"My bad, I didn't realize you didn't know what you were doing either."

Charles sighed heavily as he shook his head.  "What are you even doing here?"

"Whatever I want."

"Right," Charles drawled as he went back to polishing his wrench.  "And you wanted to be here instead of with your friends because?"

"Because I felt like it."

"Right, and that feeling's called?"

"God, I just felt like being here, it's not like I've never been here before."

"Oof, and you said I was on edge," Charles responded as he inspected his wrench.  "And I haven't seen you since the beginning of summer, so I'm pretty sure you're only here because something happened with you and your friends."

Ryujin groaned as she turned her head.  Charles was wrong.  Ryujin didn't need friends and it's not like Ryujin was bothered by what happened with Lia.  Lia was nothing.  Just some fantasy she toyed with between blunts and bad memories.

Nothing was going to happen between them anyways.

"You know, it wouldn't kill you to talk about it."

"Pft, whatever," Ryujin responded as she jumped off the counter.  "This was a fucking waste of time."

"Hey!"

Ryujin paused as she reached the door.  God, why the fuck was she pausing!  She should've just walked out because who gives a fuck what-

"You gonna make it home okay?"

Ryujin's hand shook on the bar.  It was an easy push.  She could literally just walk forward and the door would open to guide her away from any further prying questions.  Besides, what did Chuck care if she went back to Rustin's?  She should just tell him to-

"I'll be alright."

She paused.  Why the fuck was she still paused?  What was she waiting around for?!

"Well, reach out if you need anything, alright?"

Ryujin remained frozen.  What was her fucking problem?!

"Sure," Ryujin finally managed to choke out before giving a quick backhanded wave.  "Later."

She finally stepped out of the shop and walked along the gravel walkway.  God, why was she so fucking pathetic?!  Chuck didn't actually care.  None of them did.

Ryujin knew better than to believe anybody cared.

And the club better open soon before Ryujin died from fucking boredom.

---

From: Whiny Squirt

 

2 Week Ago:

hey rj, u ok?

 

1 Week Ago:

rj! hussey hole 2nite! u gonna com?

 

6 Days Ago:

com on rj! I've got UBB DLC!

 

3 Days Ago:

hey rj. sry if im bing 2 much. i just want 2 make sur ur ok.

let me kno if u  wana tak

---

She looked down both sides of the narrow corridor that she found herself in.  The brick buildings only allowed enough of a gap to allow for a dumpster towards the end furthest from the road making peripheral vision completely pointless, but Ryujin could live with that.  She didn't care what was happening on the steeet so long as no one bothered her.  She turned back to the paperclips she had jammed into the door as she jiggled the top one.  It rattled within the lock before a satisfying click sounded.  She gave a light chuckle as she pushed open the door.

"Hey Ryujin."

Ryujin's face fell as she looked up at the tall slender figure standing before her.  Fuck!  Of course Cassidy was working tonight.  She grimaced before trying to walk past, "my bad, I left my ID at home."

Cassidy rolled their eyes before grabbing Ryujin on the shoulder and pushing her out.  "Come on, let's go."

"Damn, this how you treat your loyal customers?"

"The underage ones? Yep," Cassidy stated before closing the door to lean against it.  "Now, how about we talk about what's going on?"

"How about we don't."

"That's fine.  I'm on backdoor duty today so I'm not going anywhere."

"Fucking-"

"So, you sure you don't wanna talk?"

Ryujin groaned in response.  "Come on Cassidy, I'm just here for DR.  What?  You worried I'm gonna bolt or something?"

"Not really," Cassidy answered sincerely.  "If you were planning a move like over the summer, we wouldn't be seeing you."

Ryujin folded her arms as she leaned against the brick building across from Cassidy.  Fuck Cassidy!  Who did they think they were trying to-

"And I'm also suspecting that the reason you're hanging around right now is because you can't decide if you want to talk or not."

"God, why is everyone fucking being like this?!  There's nothing to fucking say!"

Ryujin stormed away from the alley before Cassidy caught her attention again.

"Hey, hold up!  I got a package for you!"

Ryujin turned around before catching a brown paper bag that flew at her.  She opened the bag before allowing a bitterless chuckle to escape her.

"You give lame gifts."

"That's because it's a package for you to deliver," Cassidy replied casually.  "Make sure that gets to Rustin."

"I'll think about it," Ryujin responded as she gave a backhanded wave.  "Later loser."

She stepped off the sidewalk and walked across the road as she shoved the paper bag awkwardly into her hoodie pocket.  No way she was getting into Dicey Days after that.

She groaned as her feet felt heavy against the gravel.

Guess she was spending tonight sober.

---

From: The Brain

 

1 Week Ago:

Hello Ryujin.  I know that Yeji and Yuna are already doing outreach, but I also wanted to reach out personally.  Although I may not have the full details on what is happening, I wanted to tell you that we care for you and are here for support.  Stay safe, be well, and reach back out if there's anything we can do.  We're here for you Ryujin.

---

Ryujin opened the door as the familiar banter echoed throughout the house.

"Come on Mikey!  There has to be something here that will work!"

"Rustin, we've turned the whole place upside down.  We don't have any spare D batteries."

"No! Mikey!  There has to be something we can do!  I can't leave my boombox like this!"

"Special delivery."

Ryujin dropped the paper bag in Rustin's cross-legged lap as he begrudgingly opened the paper bag.

"You know Ryujin, it wouldn't hurt you to show some- Oh my God!  Mikey!"

Rustin quickly fished out the contents of the bag before raising a package of D batteries to the spotlight of a flickering lightbulb determined to shine a little bit longer just for this moment.

"The boombox is saved!"

"That's awesome!  Say, Ryujin, thanks for grabbing batteries for us."

"Thank Cassidy," Ryujin deadpanned as she walked towards the back door.  "'Night losers."

She exited the house as Rustin's excited chatter filled the room behind her and leaked out to follow Ryujin towards the night sky.  The half moon shined its half light on Ryujin as she made her way back to the top of the roof.  Only a few more nights before the moon would be gone.

Maybe Ryujin should disappear along with it.  She would have been lying if she said she hadn't thought about trying to run away again, but bus tickets are expensive and non-refundable and-

She groaned as she leaned back against the roof.  She was being pathetic.  What the fuck was she hoping would happen if she stayed?

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through the list of generous souls who had most recently reached out to her with concerned messages or shows of support.

And then she reached the one she was looking for.

 

To: The Princess

 

3 weeks ago:

hey princess, u alrite?

 

I hav ur raket. want me to drop it off sumwher?

 

it was nice cing u @ the beach.

 

I stil hav ur raket. is ther sumwher we can meet so i can return it?

 

2 weeks ago:

lia… can we tak?

 

plees?

 

Ryujin clutched the phone tighter.  She was so fucking pathetic! Why was she looking through those messages again?!  Why was she looking through any of those messgaes from her friends ?!  None of them would want to hear from her

But, they all reached out to support her.

None of them cared about her.

They've all been supportive of her in the past.

She was better off without them.

She was sick of being alone.

God she was so fucking sick of being alone!  She was sick of pushing people away because then she could say it wasn't meant to work out when things inevitably didn't.  She was sick of the fucking mind games of pretending not to care when what she wanted most was to actually be honest about how much she cared.

So then where the fuck was Lia?!  Lia felt the same way, right?!  Lia told her that she was sick of being alone too, didn't she?!  So why the fuck were they going through this push and pull bullshit when they both know that neither of them want this?!

She slammed her phone against the rooftop.  Fuck the princess.  Fuck her friends.  She didn't need any of them!  She was better off alone.  Being alone had gotten her this far.

And if the princess didn't want to see Ryujin then she didn't need her either.

Chapter 32: Gas me up

Notes:

Oh man, where do I begin?

Well, first of all, thank you again everyone for all of your support! Things have been pretty hectic the last few months, so I'm super glad to be back and writing. I finished my graduate degree but need more education to do what I want so I'm enjoying my brief bit of freedom from Academia. I'm starting to actually leave my house and make new friends. Hell, I even went on my first date ever (which is crazy folks because, let's be real, I'm old). I also caught Covid which I was so bummed about but thankfully was able to recover quickly. All in all, it's been a massive roller coaster, but I think it's also been exciting how many new experiences I am excited to tackle just 15 months after I got surgery.

Anyways, that was probably a long rant, but needless to say I appreciate all of your support, patience and understanding. Also, I should call out RyujinEnergy for making sure I'm aware that these author's notes mean something to folks so I'll try to be better at adding them.

Anyways, I should stop ranting now but thanks again for all your support! And withiut further adieu I bring you The Time of our Lives chapter 32!

The bus door creaked open, offering a brief window of liberation to any adolescents trapped inside as Yeji gave a sigh.

She was close enough to her house by now anyways.

She grabbed her bag and gave a quick farewell thanks to the driver before quickly exiting the steps.

Things have been absolutely nuts.

Her phone started buzzing in her pocket as she looked at the name that danced across the screen.  A small smile crossed her lips as she swiped her phone to answer.

"Yeoboseyo?"

"<Yeji-ya!  Ah, it's so good to hear from you again!>"

Yeji smiled widely, suddenly feeling much lighter. "<It's good to hear from you too Aunt Davi.  How've you been?>"

"<Aw, I've been fine, though nothing all that new happens when you're an adult.>"

"<Is it because you're an adult or because its four in the morning where you're at?>"

"<Ah, it's all the same no matter the time of the day,>" Davi waved off casually.  "<But what about you?  How's school been?"

"<School's been school,>" Yeji responded casually.  "<I did get my… uh> learner's permit? <Anyways, I can start practicing driving now so Youngjae and I are going to be driving today.>"

"<Yeji, that's wonderful!>"

"<Yeah, it'll be nice when I can finally drive.  Though I wish I had my real name on the papers.>"

"<You've already suffered so much Yeji, but it's only a little bit longer.>"

"A little bit longer and $400," Yeji grumbled.  "<I will admit, it'll be cool when I don't need Youngjae to drive me everywhere, but I don't think that'll change much since Youngjae's almost always working and there's no way I could afford my own car.>"

"<Adolescents are a difficult time, but I know things will work out.  You have more support than you realize,>" Davi stated in a kind voice.  "<Speaking of, how are your friends?>"

"Ugh, you wouldn't believe it!"  Yeji exclaimed as she crossed the street.  "<No one's heard from Ryujin or Lia.  Not that that's not typical, but it's frustrating.  Yuna and Chaeryoung are now also avoiding each other because Yuna doesn't like who Chae's going to the dance with and everything's just been so much drama.>"

"Oof, <That is dramatic.>"

"<Yeah, I should've thought twice before becoming the fifth wheel in a friend group of wannabe lovers and exes.>"

 

"Aw, <you're all young.  You're all still figuring out who you are and what you want in your life.  It imminently leads to tensions.  Growing pains more or less.>"

"<I guess that's one way of putting it,>" Yeji responded as she stepped down the stairs to open the basement door.  "<I just hope things blow over soon.  The big dance is tomorrow and I can only imagine Lia's losing her shit over it.>"

"Ooh, <a dance?  You have someone you're going with?>"

"<I work,>" Yeji responded as she opened the fridge door and grabbed an apple.  "<Besides, even if I did go, I'd just go with friends.  It's not like there's anyone I'm interested in right now.>"

"<Yeji you work far too hard for your own good.  You'll have plenty of time to work when your older so you should take some time to enjoy your life now.>"

"<If only I could afford it.>"

The side door creaked open as Yeji looked past the kitchen before quickly turning back to her phone.  "Oh hey, <Youngjae just showed up so I'm gonna have to go.  Thanks for chatting. I love you.>"

"<I love you too,>" Davi responded with a smile so warm Yeji could feel it through her phone.  "<Keep your eyes on the road and remember, it's only illegal if you get caught.>"

Yeji laughed through a mouthful of apple as she wiped her mouth.  "<Don't worry Aunt Davi, I'm way ahead of ya.  Anyways, have a good day and I'll talk to you again soon.>"

Davi gave a friendly bye as Yeji disconnected the phone and took another bite of her apple.  She turned around to find Youngjae staring at her with wide eyes as she continued to munch on her apple. She quickly swallowed before giving an awkward chuckle.

"Uh, hey bro.  You doing alright?"

"You were speaking Korean."

"Er, yeah," Yeji responded sheepishly.  "I mean, come on Youngjae, we grew up speaking Korean, it's not that big a deal."

"Well, yeah, but…"

He let the thought hang in the air, expecting Yeji to come up with some way to fill the silence that she was content to let stay.  He scratched the back of his head before sighing.

"I guess it's not that important," he brushed off before giving Yeji a smile.  "Anyways, you ready to do some driving?"

He tossed the car keys towards Yeji who smiled.

"Hells yeah!" Yeji exclaimed excitedly.  "Let's hit the road!"

---

The driving was rather uneventful.

At least, uneventful to Yeji who had already driven a 1963 Chevrolet across the Greenstone Flats in a wild teen chase.  She had a good handle on driving though since her brother had taught her a bit when he'd get the chance.  Sure, she didn't have her permit yet, but Youngjae wanted to make sure she had at least the basics of driving down in case there was an emergency and he couldn't drive.

It always surprised Yeji how similar yet how different Youngjae was compared to when they lived with their parents.

"Alright, we got groceries, we got ink, I think we have everything we need.  Let's fill up for gas, then get back home."

"Wait, what?!"

"Yeji! Look out!"

Yeji immediately slammed on the breaks as Youngjae braced himself against the dashboard.  The tires screeched as they halted mere inches away from the red Jeep in front of them.  They both heaved deeply as they stared ahead at the motionless Jeep in front before Yeji finally gave a sigh.

"Fuck Youngjae!  What the hell!  You promised me we'd go to the park today after I got some driving in!"

"I know," Youngjae heaved before finally gathering his breath.  "I'm sorry Yeji.  A client called me last minute.  I can't just cancel on that."

"Why not?!"

"Because we can't afford it, Yeji."

"I'm sure you can afford to reschedule," Yeji responded bitterly.

"That's another slot that I could be working with someone else.  Yeji, I'm sorry, but I have to get back home after this."

"You know what?  That's fine then," Yeji responded as she pulled the truck off to the side of the road.

"Yeji?!  What are you-?!"

"I'm going to the park," Yeji muttered irritably as she left the driver's seat to open the trunj.  "If you decide you actually have time for a life then you can come join."

She grabbed her backpack and slammed the door before storming off in the direction of the park.  Fuck Youngjae!  Fuck his clients! He already worked so fucking hard and never has time for anything.

Yeji clenched her eyes shut as she stomped towards the park.

And he wouldn't have needed to worry about any of this if she wasn't there.

---

The ball bounced heavily against the cement court as Yeji sized up the hoop beyond her.  It towered in the distance, daring Yeji to take a chance and see if she could conquer the challenge it presented. She looked across the battlefield.  The familiar markings of a basketball court etched into the pavement as she crafted her plan of attack.  She gave the ball one more bounce before she began stepping forward.

"There's only 10 seconds on the clock as Hwang Yeji moves past the half court line."

She crouched slightly, dribbling the ball between her legs as her eyes remained fixed ahead.

"She faces off against Diana Tauresi."

She pivoted to one side before pivoting backwards, turning away from where she was going to rush in the opposite direction, "and Hwang outmaneuvers Tuaresi and is heading for the basket with Candace Parker moving in!  Hwang is continuing to move up the paint undeterred as Parker is keeping her from getting closer to the basket and- Oh man!  Hwang is now double teamed by Parker and Tamika Catchings!  Three seconds are left on the clock, can she make a play?!"

Yeji stopped all her momentum and bounced backwards in a fadeaway shot as she released the ball into the air.  It arched beautifully, sailing past the eager hands of the two defenders as it started to fall towards the netted goal.

TUNG

It hit the rim and landed back on the concrete, bouncing away from Yeji in a mocking gesture.

"Damn, I must be losing my game…"

Yeji sighed as she jogged over to the basketball and dribbled it back into her hands.  She turned back towards the basket as she mapped out a new plan.  She started running towards the hoop, going under it before circling her arm to send the ball skyward in a lay up.  It clattered against the backboard before rolling into the basket as Yeji caught it before it hit the ground.  She dribbled it briefly, playing out another pivot maneuver as she worked to get to a new position on the court before she launched another fade away.

SWISH

"There we go," Yeji uttered quietly as she let the ball bounce against the pavement.  She had missed days like these.

Well, except days like these usually involved Youngjae.

She sighed as she kicked the basketball into her hands.  Their parents were very adamant that they did sports which Yeji originally wasn't too keen on, but Youngjae loved basketball and went through great pains to share his passion for the sport with Yeji.  What was at first a nuisance in Yeji's mind quickly became Yeji's favorite sibling activity.

She just wished Youngjae had more time to join her.

SWISH

BOUNCE

"Yeji?"

Yeji's eyes widened as she held the ball tightly.  She turned around as a familiar face with a bashful expression stood before her. There was no way it was actually her, was there?

"I, uh- wasn't interrupting anything was I?"

"No!" Yeji quickly reassured as she dropped the ball in her hands.  Whatever.  That wasn't important, Yeji quickly decided as she gave a fake cough.  "How- How've you been?"

"Um, I've been alright," Noemi started with an awkward chuckle.  "I… wasn't sure if you wanted to see me again but I saw you here and…"

Noemi sighed as she hugged one of her arms.

"And… I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

The ball continued to roll down the court, creating a sort of ambient sound with the slight rustle of trees in the distance.  Yeji released a heavy sigh before picking up her gaze with a small smile.

"I… appreciate that."

There a slight pause, a small uncertainty as to how to move forward before Noemi reflected Yeji's smile.  Silence settled over the two of them and it was driving Yeji crazy.  God, why was Yeji's heart beating so hard?!  They weren't anything!  They barely even knew each other!  So why was Yeji getting so worked up over-?!

"Anyways, I should probably get going."

Yeji's eyes widened as she snapped her attention to Noemi's wave and sheepish smile.  "I hope you have a good-"

"WAIT!!!"

Yeji paused, shocked by her own reaction as she could hear her neurons scream in response.  What the fuck was she doing?!  Why was she being so overdramatic?!  Did she really think that-?!

Ugh, stop that thought.  Yeji knew better than to entertain that one as she rounded up the others and regained her composure.

"Eh, sorry if that was weird but… I mean… I…"

Yeji released a sigh. Come on, just say it.

"Didn't you want to talk about what happened?"

A gentle breeze interrupted the two, delivering a momentary silence as Noemi hugged one of her elbows.

"Do you?"

"I…"

The words caught in Yeji's throat.  Did she actually want to talk about what happened?  Or was she just using this to try to keep Noemi from leaving?  But, after what happened, why did she care if Noemi left or not?

"I… I think I need to sit down and figure out my thoughts for that one."

Noemi giggled, a chiming tone whose sweetness was only matched by the smile Noemi wore.

"Okay," Noemi stated warmly.  "Wanna sit on the bench to think?  We can also talk about other things if you want."

"Yeah, that sounds good," Yeji responded with a sigh of relief.  "What are you doing here anyways?"

"Ugh, I'm here babysitting," Noemi responded as she turned her head towards the playground.  There were four kids total, one looking like they could be in middle school, another in elementary and the other two looking rather young.  The oldest was helping the smallest child latch onto the jungle gym as the two others rushed over to the playground to clamber up the plastic steps.

"Do you babysit as a job or is that family?"

"It's all family," Noemi responded before pointing out each one individually.  "You see the girl with the ponytail braid?  That's my sister Camila.  She's helping out my baby sister María, and the two on the playground are Mateo and Lucas."

"Damn," Yeji let loose under her breath.  "That's a lot of siblings."

"I mean, compared to some folks, yeah," Noemi responded.  "You said you have a brother, right?"

"Yeah.  He's the only sibling I got though," Yeji responded as she sat on the bench.  "Do you like having a lot of siblings?"

"I mean, it can be fun at times," Noemi stated as she took a seat.  "Of course, usually our fun gets us in trouble.  Like... actually, you don't wanna hear about the time we tried playing soccer in the house."

"Uh, who said I didn't want to hear about that?"

"I did.  So I'm not gonna talk about it."

"Oh come on!" Yeji whined loudly.  "You can't tease something like that then not say anything. Come on, tell me!"

"Ugh, fine," Noemi playfully pouted.  "In my defense though, Mateo kicked the ball too hard."

"Well that doesn't sound deflective at all."

"Hey, what was I supposed to do, let Mateo score on me?!" Noemi asked defensively.  She settled back in her seat with a huff before continuing.  "Anyways, I managed to keep the ball from going into the goal space we set up, but the TV maaay have not been too far from the goal."

"Yeeeah, you shouldn't use a TV as a goal post."

"Well we know that now!"

Yeji laughed loudly at the outburst, trying to reign in her mirth as she formulated a response.  "Oh- my- God!  That is great!"

Noemi groaned in response as she crossed her arms defiantly.  "Well, since I had to share, isn't it only courtesy to share a story in return?"

"Yeah, pass."

"Rude."

"Yeah, I be like that sometimes," Yeji responded with a wide smile.  Noemi pushed Yeji's shoulder who laughed again in response.

"Whatever," Noemi relented with a chuckle.  "By the way, you're pretty good at basketball.  Do you play much?"

"Er, not as much as I used to," Yeji responded as she scratched the back of her head.  "It's… um… you know.  Just hard to find the time with school and work, you know?"

"I get that," Noemi responded.  "I really wanted to join the school's slam team, but with my mom working nights and needing help with the sibs…"

The thought trailed off as Noemi suddenly grew quiet.  Yeji gave a soft sigh as she turned her gaze over towards the playground.  "Yeah… Adulting sucks when you have to do it while in high school."

"You can say that again."

They let a light laughter cross between the two of them before catching each other's eyes.  Damn, this was… actually really nice.  It was good to be talking to Noemi again.  It was awesome getting to talk to someone who understood what it was like having personal responsibilities outside just surviving high school.

It was terrifying that there was another topic at hand that Noemi wanted to talk about.

God, come on Yeji, toughen up!  You ghosted Noemi for weeks over this so now ask your questions and…

"Are you poly?"                      "I ended things with Ryan."

Yeji turned to look at Noemi who looked back at Yeji with a puzzled expression.

"Did you just ask if I was poly?"

"Whuh-?!  I?!  Er… shit."

Noemi laughed in response with the shake of her head.  "I never considered myself that, though I guess I do have a habit of being… I guess a more casual dater?  I mean, I've dated multiple people at once, but that was more to see who I vibe with then because I had multiple partners."

Noemi gave a sigh as she hugged her knees to her chest.

"And I'm sorry again about springing that on you when we last hung out.  It wasn't my intention to lead you on or anything, but… I wanted you to know in case you were…"

"Yeah…" Yeji responded softly.  "I mean, I was hurt, but honestly, I couldn't really blame you.  I'm the one who said we should be friends but…"

Yeji gave a sigh.  Moment of truth.

"It's just, I do really like you.  And I really would love to try dating and see how we turn out but it's… I…"

She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath in.  Remember those breathing exercises.  Settle  yourself down, Yeji.  It's okay.  It's just-

"My… last relationship… it didn't go so great and I-"

Yeji paused as she felt Noemi's hand place itself on top of hers.  The hand gave a soft squeeze that was so warm and reassuring as Yeji turned towards Noemi's smile.  It was so kind, so comforting.

And yet, Yeji still had doubts.

"I'm scared that's gonna happen again."

The hand squeezed once more as Yeji stared at her hand in Noemi's.

"Thank you, Yeji.  For telling me that."

"Yeah," Yeji stated, not moving her eyes off their hands as she willed herself to not tear up.  "I just… figured you should know…"

"I appreciate that."

Noemi returned her hand to her lap as Yeji's gaze remained unmoved.  It was strange how such a small and short gesture could leave such an absence once gone.

"So… how would you want to move forward?"

God, how was Yeji supposed to respond to that?  It was so obvious to Yeji what she wanted.  But… would she be okay if things didn't work out?"

"I don't know…"

"That's okay," Noemi responded with a smile.  "Then, maybe I should ask this instead."

Noemi turned back to Yeji, with a smile that seemed quite comfortable on her face.

"What would you need from me?"

Yeji hummed as she thought through it.  What would she need?  Was there anything she needed?  Would it be weird to say that-?

"I… I need us to take things slow."

"I can do that," Noemi responded warmly.  "What else?"

"I…" Yeji paused in her thoughts.  God, this was so weird.  Why was it so hard to think of answers to this question?

"I… Are you going to date other people?"

"I think that depends on the kind of relationship you want to move forward with," Noemi responded.  "I mean, I'm definitely interested in you, but if you want us to move forward as friends or keep me in this relationship limbo then I'm not gonna wait around in case you change your mind."

"I'm not interested in being just friends," Yeji answered softly.  "But… there's just…"

Yeji released her breath.

"I'm just scared."

"Well," Noemi returned her hand to Yeji's as her fingers wrapped Yeji's gently.  "If you're interested in giving this a try, then I'm here for it."

"I-" Yeji paused, slowly working her fingers to interlock with Noemi's before turning to face her.  "I'd like that."

"Good," Noemi responded with a soft smile.  They looked into each other's eyes as Yeji started to recognize the pattern of her thoughts.

God, she wanted to kiss Noemi.

Except, that would be ridiculous, right?  She literally just told Noemi she wanted them to take things slow and yet she wants to kiss her on this… Like, this didn't even qualify as a date did it?  Did people even kiss on a first date?  God, what the fuck was-?!

"Hey Noemi!"

Yeji's thoughts were immediately interrupted when she turned to the familiar girl who shouted Spanish at them in a playful tone.  She laughed at her own words as Yeji tried to piece together what broken Spanish she knew before Noemi hopped off the bench and retorted back in in an fluent tirade.  She then stuck out her tongue at Camila who rolled her eyes while muttering something else before laughing. Noemi sighed.

"Sorry about that."

"No worries," Yeji responded as she turned away and scratched the back of her head.  God, she seriously hoped she wasn't blushing.  "I guess I kinda distracted you from your job."

"Meh, Camila's fine on her own, she'll live," Noemi brushed off quickly.  "At least until I murder her for being such a little brat."

Noemi's sharp tone threatened the air as she clenched her fists in front of her tightly.  Yeji couldn't help but laugh at the gesture.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I couldn't really understand that.  'Course, I wouldn't complain if you decided to share what was said."

"Yeah, I'm not going to do that."

"Aw, come on!"

"Hey, you already heard about our home soccer mishap and you wouldn't share a story in response,"  Noemi reminded.  "I may reconsider if there's a story you'd like to share now though."

"I…" Yeji paused, her hand falling onto her shoulder as she gave a small shrug.  "I don't really have any stories worth sharing…"

"I doubt that," Noemi responded with a small smile.  "Anyways, I probably should get back to the fam, but… it was really good getting to see you again Yeji."

"Totally!"  Yeji responded.  "Text you later?"

"If you do, I'll be waiting for it," Noemi responded with a wink and a giggle.  "Have a good night Yeji.  See you again soon."

She gave a wave before running off, heading straight for the playground to rush Camila with a tickling attack.  Yeji couldn't help but watch.  It was just so adorable, so wholesome.

So like what Yeji wished she had again.

She turned back to her phone.

It wouldn't hurt to give him a call… would it?  He should be done with his client, right?

She gave a sigh before hitting dial and pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

She gave a small smile.  "Hey Oppa."

There was a brief pause on the line.

"Did… Did you just call me 'Oppa?'"

"Um, y-yeah," Yeji responded as she used her free arm to hug her waist.  "Is that okay?"

"Yeah- yeah of course Yeji-ya!"  Youngjae responded with obvious enthusiasm.  "<How was the park?>"

"Dramatic," Yeji responded.  "<But, in a good way.  I'll tell you all about it later.>"

"<Looking forward to it!>"  Youngjae exclaimed.  "<Also, I'm almost done working with my client.  Want me to meet you at the park so we can play?>"

"Can we really?!"

"Definitely!  <They just wanted a quick piece so I should be able to be there within 20.>"

"<That'd be awesome!  You're so going down!>"

"In your dreams.  <Anyways, I need to get this wrapped up.  Love you baby sister.  And prepare to get creamed.>"

"<Love you too.  Don't throw out your back before I can kick your ass.>"

She hung up to the sound of chuckles on the other end before she walked over to the basketball and gave it a dribble.  Things weren't the same as they were before, but there was a lot she had to be grateful for.

She wasn't gonna waste it any longer.

Chapter 33: LOVE is

Notes:

First and foremost I want to apologize for how long it took me to get this chapter out. I was hoping to get it out in June for the 3 year anniversary of the fic, but things just got crazy. Hopefully though, this chapter being over 11,000 words makes up for it XD

Once again, thank you all again for all of your support! Please kudos, comment and, most of all, enjoy =)

FROM: Needy Baby

YJ!!!  HEEEEELP!!!!!

 

TO: Needy Baby

workin now

wat u need?

 

FROM: Needy Baby

MAKEUP HELP!!!  PLEEEEEEASE!!!!!

 

TO: Needy Baby

i told u im busy

ask coal 4 help

 

 

FROM: Needy Baby

I CANT!!!

THER MY D8 2NITE!!!

 

TO: Needy Baby

ooooh, so this is a d8 now ;)

 

FROM : Needy Baby

god fuk u!

 

TO: Needy Baby

no thanx

gods not my type

 

FROM: Needy Baby

UGH!!!

y did i text u agen?

 

Yeji chuckled at the response as she quickly typed in her next message.  God, Yuna was just too easy to tease.

"Hey, Yeji!  The tables clean out there?"

"I've only checked them five times since the last customer," Yeji responded with her eyes glued to the phone.

"Damn," Hector breathed out as he looked at the emmaculately detailed lobby.  "We're that slow huh?"

"Yep," Yeji punctuated with a dramatic push of her phone's send button.  "It's what happens when every high school in town decides to do their homecoming dance on the same night."

"Ugh, right, that means the homecoming games are tomorrow," Hector groaned as he moved to the window that separated the kitchen from the land beyond.  "So then why are you working today?  I could've given you today off."

"Not really much incentive to take today off," Yeji responded as she leaned back against the counter to face Hector.  "I didn't have anyone to go with anyways."

"Didn't have anyone, or didn't get asked by the one person you'd say yes to?"

"Ugh, I fucking hate you."

Hector laughed as Yeji busied herself with cleaning the cash register for the sixth time.

"Seriously though, I thought you'd be all over doing something like Homecoming.  So, why are you here?"

 

"Come on, Hector, it's just a school dance," Yeji responded with a grimace.

"How great could it be?"

---

Yuna groaned as she planted her phone back on the vanity.  Man, fuck Yeji.  If Yeji wasn't going to help them figure out how to do the swooshy eyeliner thing then Yuna could figure out how to do it herself!

…

Maybe…

Yuna carefully placed the pencil against their eyelid as her hand shook slightly.  Come on, Yuna!  Don't be such a fucking pussy and just-

The pen pushed upward, sending a long streak up her eyelid as Yuna slammed the pen against the vanity.  Fuck this bullshit!  Makeup was fucking stupid anyways!

She quickly grabbed some makeup wipes to scrub away the embarrassment.  She was totally fine going bareface.  Who needed makeup anyways?

They turned towards the mirror as if to verify their thought before she grimaced.  It would be cool if she could do something with her hair…

Ugh, this was fucking annoying.  There was actual shit to be done!

She grabbed her phone as her thumbs danced across the glass screen.

 

TO: Coal

hey coal!

u redy 4 the dance?!

 

They bit their lip after pressing the send button as the message quickly flipped from 'Delivered' to 'Read.'  A small smile crept across her face when she saw the three dots pulsate on the screen.

 

FROM: Coal

not rely

 

TO: Coal

com on!

its just a dance

wats the wors that can hapen?

 

FROM : Coal

did u want me 2 anser that?

bcuz u basicly gave me a list

 

TO: Coal

hey! i sed id sav the rat 4 next year!

 

FROM: Coal

haha, jk XD

 

Yuna rolled her eyes at the comment.  If only Lia wasn't organizing the dance Yuna totally would've-

TING

 

FROM: Coal

neways, my mom needs me 2 help w/ sumthin b4 shel tak me

we stil planin 2 meet @ the dance?

 

TO: Coal

totaly! c u soon!

 

Yuna gave an emphatic press of the send button before they looked in the mirror.

Meh, makeup was overrated.

She grabbed her pink and yellow wristbands on the vanity and strapped them to her wrist before she rushed out the door where she barrelled straight into a less pleasant presence.

"Ow…"

"What are you saying 'ow' for?!  You ran into me, you neanderthal!"

Yuna groaned as they glared up at her older sister.  Fuck, why didn't Hana just not exist whenever Yuna didn't want to see her?

"Well it's not my fault you take up the whole damned hallway with that big head of yours!"

"Wow, that was real mature Yuna," Hana responded as she crossed her arms.  "And if you were trying to look like a poorly stitched rag doll for the dance then I can confidently tell you it's working."

"You know, it's gotta be hard having no friends because you're too busy being a bitch all the time."

"Excuse me?!"

"Happily," Yuna responded as she held up an iconic two digits.  "Peace out Hana."

She quickly turned back towards the hallway and rushed down the stairs.  She impatiently hopped between her feet as she strapped on her open toed square heeled shoes before she barrelled out through the door.

Nothing was going to stop them from enjoying this dance.

---

DING DONG

Chaeryoung looked up from her book as a smile crossed her face.

It was rare for Chaeryoung to have a visitor so punctual.

She set her book aside on the cushioned bench she sat on before rising to her feet and opening the door.  There awaited Zoey, quickly snapping her attention away from her shoes and as she greeted Chaeryoung with a smile.

"Hey Chae.  You look fantastic!"

"Thank you," Chaeryoung responded with a smile.  "I believed it to be best if I reminded everyone that I am attending this event on business and not for leisure."

Zoey chuckled at the response though Chaeryoung wasn't kidding.  She had donned a brownish beige business suit, complete with slacks and suit jacket as she wore a white shirt underneath that had a flat collar which came down in a v-neck mid-length.  She definitely looked like she was on her way to a business meeting instead of a high school dance, but she made the look work!

"I love it!"

Chaeryoung chuckled in response as she turned around to lock the door.

"I appreciate that.  You're looking rather agreeable yourself."

"Uh…" Zoey scratched the back of her head awkwardly.  She was in a short-sleeved white dress shirt with suspenders lining the sides before converging to a 'Y' shape at her back that were attached to the black slacks she wore.  "Thanks, I guess?  I mean, I'm just gonna assume that's supposed to be a compliment."

"Of course I meant it as a compliment," Chaeryoung responded with a sigh.  "Why does everyone not recognize the compliments I give?"

"Maybe because you use words like 'agreeable,'" Zoey responded with a laugh.  She offered her arm which Chaeryoung accepted with an eyeroll.  "It's not bad, but, I guess it makes the compliment sound kinda muted like you're trying to give an objective assessment instead of an honest opinion."

Chaeryoung hummed in thought, but couldn't think too long as Zoey opened the car door.  Chaeryoung gave a soft smile as she stepped in the car before Zoey closed it shut and rushed over to the driver's seat.  She bounced when she got to her seat drumming her hands on the steering wheel with a wide grin.

"You ready for this?"

Chaeryoung giggled lightly with a shake of her head.

"It will certainly be a night to remember."

---

Lia stood amongst the whirlwind of caterers as she looked over her checklist.  The stage was set, the food was arriving promptly, all the decorations were in their proper place.  All that was left was to get through the damned night and try to move on with her life.

She gave a sigh as she looked back at her phone.  No new notifications.  No new texts. No new news from her dearest friends she had so desperately wanted to hear from.

Lia sighed as she pocketed her phone.  Maybe it was better that she wasn't talking to her friends.

She'd just end up disappointing them anyways.

---

FROM: Coal

30 minutes ago

hey yuna. sry, but my mom ran in2 car issues

il b ther as soon as i can!

 

TO: Coal

29 minutes ago

dam, that sux! ne idea wen ul get here?

 

FROM: Coal

27 minutes ago

no but il keep u postd

 

TO: Coal

27 minutes ago

alrite, hope u get here soon!

 

15 minutes ago

hey coal! the car doin ok?

 

Now

hey, um, everythin good?

 

Yuna groaned as she stared at the screen.  They weren't sure what was worse, being left on 'read' or being left on 'delivered' but either way Coal needed to get their shit together and get here soon!

A familiar laughter captured Yuna's attention as she snapped her gaze towards the sound before grimacing.  There was Chaeryoung, yakking it up with fucking Zoey McCalister like they were the greatest friends ever.

Yuna groaned as they furiously typed back into her phone.  Where the fuck was Coal?!

Meanwhile, Chaeryoung and Zoey continued their conversation from across the gymnasium.

"That is incredibly outlandish Zoey," Chaeryoung responded with a giggle.  "Do you actually believe our peers would be convinced of that?"

"Who knows?  Either way, it seems they were on board."

"So, things are going smoothly for you?"

"Pretty much," Zoey responded as she took a sip of her punch.  "How's it going for you?"

"I have run into more objections than you I believe, however I think I've been able to convince some individuals to reconsider their position on the matter."

"Awesome!" Zoey cheered as her punch sloshed in her hand.  "Man, it'll be so cool if we're able to pull this off!"

"I agree," Chaeryoung responded with a giggling smile.  The gesture was short lived as her gaze reached across the gymnasium, finding Yuna sitting on the bleachers whose phone illuminated the distressed look on their face.  Chaeryoung couldn't help but stare for a moment.  Chaeryoung should have been there.  If this was any other moment, Chaeryoung would already be there.

How did things get to this point?

"Uh, hey."

Chaeryoung snapped her gaze to Zoey who gave her a concerned look.

"You doing okay?  I mean, if you want, you could totally-"

"I'm fine," Chaeryoung responded with a small smile.  Yuna would have to wait.  They had their own mission to complete.

And besides, it wasn't like Yuna was the only one Chaeryoung had to be concerned about.

She and Zoey went their separate ways, but not before Chaeryoung tossed a glance over to Lia.  She was doing the same thing she had been doing throughout the entirety of the dance.  Inspecting the decorations, greeting students who arrived, providing directions to the homecoming royalty ballot boxes.  Lia couldn't help but think Chaeryoung would have something to say about the hypocrisy around a monarchy being elected democratically.

A small smile bloomed on her face before quickly dying away again.

She missed them.

God, how she missed them!  She missed Yuna's exuberant nature that she would always complain about.  She missed Chaeryoung's quick witted comments.  She even missed Yeji's incessant teasing.

…

She missed Ryujin.

She missed their late night talks that they always seemed to find themselves in.  She missed playing Ultra Bust'em Bros with Ryujin, even if Ryujin would always beat her.  She missed the small gestures that Ryujin would always surprise her with.

Especially when Lia didn't deserve them.

You've returned to our school with no network, no connections, and a completely tarnished reputation that's never too far from a gossipy teenager's mind.  Why gamble everything away on trying to be president?

Lia clutched the clipboard she carried that collected all of her checkmarks of tasks accomplished towards her goal of student presidency.

Was being president really worth losing her friends over?

The clipboard shook within her grip.

No!  Things were fine!  She couldn't let Jennifer intimidate her out of the race she just needed more-

"Well hello there Julia."

Lia whipped her head around, finding the mischievous smirk of Jennifer Sloan greeting her gaze.

Time was up.

---

Yuna pounded the virtual keys that lit up the glass screen before her as she hoped that her next sent message would unlock some sort of response from the recipient on the other side.  She had only sent five texts thus far, but it had nearly been an hour, so another wouldn't be going overboard, right?

"Hello Yuna."

Yuna's eyes immediately went wide as she looked up towards the familiar voice.  She quickly shoved her phone in her purse, willing that the device hadn't already revealed more than what Yuna was willing to share as she faked clearing her throat.

"Oh!  Hey Chae!"  Yuna greeted in an overly enthusiastic tone that forced itself out of her uneasy smile.  "How's it going?"

"Well, for the most part," Chaeryoung responded hastily as she tried to fix a polite smile on her face.  "How have you fared?"

"Me?!  Oh, I'm great!  Seriously!"  Yuna announced with an out of place chuckle.  "Yep, dance has been going fantastic."

"I… am glad to hear that…" Chaeryoung answered cautiously, weighing Yuna's words thoroughly.  "I... haven't seen Coal yet.  Do you know where they are?"

"Oh, they just had to go to the restroom," Yuna responded quickly.  "The dance has been a blast!  Anyways, I'm gonna go grab some punch."

"But Yuna-"

"I told you Chae, everything's fine so stop worrying about me!  Like, seriously, why are you even bothering me?!  Don't you have a date or something to attend to?!"

"Yuna, it isn't-"

"I know!"  Yuna shouted as she inhaled deeply. "I know…"

They released a sigh. Silence settled over them as Chaeryoung was looking at her with such concern that Yuna couldn't dare accept.

"I'm going to grab some punch," Yuna deadpanned.  "Enjoy the rest of the dance."

Yuna walked away, anticipating that Chaeryoung may object but would likely halt any argument with a sigh.

It wasn't until she heard said sigh that Yuna turned back around.  Chaeryoung's head hung low that caused a pang of guilt to well up in Yuna's chest.  Stupid, stupid, Stupid!  God, why was she so stupid!  She was being fucking petty and immature, but what did Chaeryoung expect?!  Like, she decided to go to the dance with Zoey of all people!  Was she trying to punish her for-?!

They turned back to her phone.  Still no word from Coal.

God, why did the world hate her so much?!

She shoved the phone back in their purse as she marched over to the punch bowl.  She should just fucking leave.  There was no point in them being here.  After all, the only reason she showed up to this shitshow of a school function was because-

"Lia?"

The name left her lips as her eyes fixated on the image of Lia, stiff and stern looking towards Jennifer as words were exchanged between the two of them.  What the fuck was Lia doing with fucking Jennifer?!  And what were they talking about?

Yuna watched as Jennifer seemed to beckon Lia away from the dance which caused Yuna to bristle.  She finished her drink, eyes watching intently before she slammed the empty cup on the table to follow them.  Something fishy was going on here.

And if Jennifer was fucking with her favorite cousin then righty mcfisterson was gonna have to teach Jennifer a lesson.

---

"So, do you have your answer for me?"

"I…" Lia paused.  Of course she had her answer!  She wanted to go back to her friends!  She wanted Jennifer to leave her alone!  She wanted to live out the remainder of her high school years without her greatest regret dangling over her head to threaten every little scrap of joy she had mustered to claim!

Why did the world treat that as if that was asking too much?!

"I… believe you said I'd have till the end of the dance…"

"Still undecided are you?" Jennifer responded with a feigned sigh.  "You know, I've been more than patient with you Lia.  You should just come up with an answer before I decide to be less generous."

"I…"

Dammit!  Come on Lia, just say something!  Withdraw!  Turn her down!  Just make a decision already!  After all, what's the worst that could happen?!

"Oh my God, Lia!  There you are!"

Lia yelped as Yuna engulfed her in a tight hug, covering lIa's mouth and turning a glare towards Jennifer.

"And what are you doing here?"

"I do apologize, but Lia and I had some private business to attend to," Jennifer responded with a grimace.  "Which, for simple minds like you, means 'you need to go bye now.'"

"Oh har-dee-har," Yuna responded sarcastically.  "I'm sure you would like to be rid of me, but I'm Lia's bodyguard, which means you mess with my cousin and you're in for a world of hurt."

Jennifer folded her arms, clearly unamused with Yuna's antics.

"Is that a threat now?"

"It definitely is-"

"-n't!"

Lia threw off the hand that was restraining her as she rounded on Yuna.

"What in the world are you doing Yuna?!"

"What am I doing?!  What are you doing?!"  Yuna shouted back.  "Jennifer's a fucking snake who'll stab you in the back the moment you start trusting her!"

"It's none of your business who I decide to consort with so please be on your way!"

"I believe your cousin has spoke-"

"Yeah, I'm not fucking talking to you," Yuna responded as she flipped Jennifer off before turning back to Lia.  "And who cares whose business it is, you're my cousin dammit!"

"Wow, not only are you stalling, but you brought your cousin in to verbally harass me?" Jennifer questioned in a mocking tone.  "I suppose this is what I get for offering to help you."

"Wait, don't-!"  Lia's eyes went wide as she turned back towards her saving grace.  "Jennifer, I apologize, please just give me a moment-!"

"I'm done waiting Julia and I'm done with your games," Jennifer responded in mock exasperation.  "I tried so hard to work with you, but it seems you would rather do things the hard way."

"Damn straight she does!"

"Yuna, I swear to God if you don't shut your mouth-"

"Well, I'm going back to Parker," Jennifer responded with a smile that stabbed into Lia's heart.  "Enjoy the rest of the dance you two."

"Wait, Jennifer!  I still-!"

"Yeah, we didn't wanna talk to you anyways!"

Lia paused to clench her fists in front of her.  Damn Yuna.  Goddamn Yuna!  Lia might've actually had a chance of working things out with Jennifer but Yuna just had to barrel in and-!

"So, you gonna tell me what this whole shitshow was about?"

Lia turned quickly, shooting Yuna a deathly glare.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"  Lia shouted angrily as her fingers pointed towards the gross offense Yuna had committed.  "I was just trying to fix everything that was going wrong in my life and then you barged in and ruined it all!"

"Oh don't act like this is all my fault," Yuna argued as she folded her arms.  "You've been ghosting me and the rest of our friends for weeks now and then, all of a sudden, I'm just supposed to believe that Jennifer is going to fix everything?!  She's a fucking drama pit who just looks for more hapless victims to suck into her whirlpool of misery!"

"She was going to help me!"

"She was going to use you Lia!  There's a big fucking difference!"

"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT ALREADY?!?!"

The words reverberated in the dimly lit air as strobe lights illuminated the tears threatening to escape Lia's eyes.

"Lia…"

She shook her head, brushing away the tears roughly as her sobs echoed in their silent chamber.

"Goddammit Lia!"

Yuna rushed forward and hugged Lia tightly as Lia's arms clambered desperate to pull Yuna close.

"I thought I'd gotten better," Lia mumbled, the words tumbling out between hics and sobs.  "Why am I not better?"

"Lia, you have been getting better," Yuna answered softly as she stroked Lia's hair.  "After all, you stood up to your mom and got to stay here."

"What was even the point of that?" Lia cried, fingers digging tighter into Yuna's dress as her face pressed itself into Yuna's shoulder.  "I'm just fucking everything up here now."

"Lia…"

Yuna hugged Lia tighter, clutching her as close as her slender arms could muster.

"Don't you dare say shit like that, Lia," she placed a hand against Lia's head to hold it in place.  "I want you here."

"But why?!"

"God, Lia, why wouldn't I?!  You're my cousin!  You're my friend!  And everyone else feels the same way!"

Yuna separated them, allowing Lia's hands to catch her tears as Yuna rested a comforting hand on Lia's shoulder.

"And I know Ryujin feels that way too."

Lia clutched the hand on her shoulder and bit her lip.  How could she know?!  After everything Lia did to Ryujin?!

"Ryujin would never forgive me."

"You don't know that," Yuna assured kindly.  "And Ryujin cares about you.  Why wouldn't she forgive you?  And if you don't believe me, then maybe you should text her yourself."

"I can't do that!"

"Why not?"

Lia's mouth moved, searching for words to force out that would never appear.  She really should reach out to Ryujin.  She owed Ryujin so much.

But what if-?

"Lia,"

Yuna gripped Lia's shoulder as Lia forced herself to look towards her cousin.

"You're never gonna get better if you don't try."

Lia clenched her eyes shut.  She knew that already.  She was already trying so hard wasn't she?  What if-

The hand left Lia's shoulder as her eyes snapped to Yuna.

"I'm gonna go back to the dance, but… well, it's your decision Lia.  And no matter what happens I'll be supporting you."

"Yuna?"

The name hovered in the air as her cousin left, drifting back into the crowd that swallowed her into its depths.

Lia was alone again.

Alone with her thoughts.  Alone with her fears.  A part of her worried that Jennifer would pop out to antagonize Lia, but she never arrived.

Lia was alone.

…

Why was Lia always alone?

That was a stupid question.  Lia knew exactly why.  And now she had a decision to make.  She could move forward as she had always intended.  Minimize contact with her cousin.  Focus on her campaign.  Isolate herself from her peers lest any of them mention anything about that one event years ago that has defined her entire existence.

Or she could throw that all away.  Scrap any hopes and plans of being president like she had dedicated the entire last half of the school year and her entire summer preparing for.  All just to be with her friends.

Tears fell from her eyes at the thought.

Why was she like this?

She pulled out her phone as the screen illuminated the darkness.  Her thumb instinctually guided her to a familiar name as her mind wandered back to the Palm Springs Resort.  To the bombastic music and careless shouts of an overcrowded hotel room.  To the smoky haze and ethereal glow of a lonely balcony.  She couldn't even remember it, like the mirage of an oasis promising reprieve from the harsh realities of a desert that one might find oneself hopelessly stranded in.  She wanted to believe that oasis could still be there, still be real.

She wanted to reach for that oasis.

But, did she have a right to anymore?

Her fingers drummed against her thigh as she imagined every word she wished to say being canvassed on the device she imagined.

The oasis was right at her fingertips.

All she had to do was reach out.

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

Hello Ryujin.  I

 

Her fingers glided above the screen in search of a new place to perch.  What was Lia supposed to say?

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

Hello Ryujin.  I know I have been distant lately and I hope

 

God, erase all that!  This wasn't the time to be politically correct!  She just needed to tell Ryujin-

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

Ryujin I'm sorry!

 

Her eyes widened as the small 'delivered' message labeled her text.  Did she really just send that?

Her thumbs flew furiously across the screen as she finally decided to let her feelings bleed into the virtual pages.

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

I know that was probably a strange way to reach out, but it's true!  I'm sorry for ignoring your messages, I'm sorry for avoiding calls, I'm sorry that I'm always pushing you away when all you do is support me and I'm sorry that I'm not better than this because you deserve so much better.

 

She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes before returning to the phone.

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

You deserve the best Ryujin.  And I'm sorry I'm not that.

---

She stared at the screen resting in her hands.

Still no response.

They sighed heavily before placing their phone back in her purse.  Lia would be alright, right?  Maybe they could leave?

She groaned in thought before discarding that option.  Yuna couldn't just jump ship now.  There was always the possibility that things would go south.

And knowing Jennifer, there's no direction she'd claim to be sunnier then south.

So Yuna would have to be prepared to cancel that flight before it got booked.

She gave a light chuckle that slowly died away.

She just wished she had someone to hang out with now.

"Hey Yuna.  This seat taken?"

Yuna's eyebrow twitched so hard it induced a migraine.  When she wished for someone to spend time with she should've specified she wished for anyone but Zoey McCalister.

"Yep.  So get lost."

"Wow, you're real salty right now."

"God, why are you still talking to me?" Yuna asked in an exasperated tone.  "I said 'get lost.'"

"Well, I can tell something's bothering you," Zoey responded as she took a seat next to Yuna on the bleachers.  "And I wanna help."

"Well, you can't," Yuna deadpanned as she huffed.  "After all, you're the problem!"

"How so?"

"Uh, you decided to go to the dance with Chaeryoung," Yuna answered.  "Like, the only reason I didn't ask her to the dance was because we're just friends now and that'd be weird and I need to move on anyway so I thought that Coal would show up and that'd help me out but now they're ghosting me and- God, why the fuck am I telling you all this?!"

"Mm-Mm," Zoey hummed as she shrugged her shoulders.  "Sounds like you've been keeping in a lot."

"God, what do you care?"

"I care because Chaeryoung cares," Zoey answered pointedly.  "And I owe her for helping out my sister."

"You have a sister?"

"Yeah," Zoey answered with a light chuckle.  "She's a year younger than you and Chaeryoung, but she'd been struggling with harassment and stuff when she started school here."

Zoey paused, staring at the floor as if the memories were bleeding out before her and Yuna just wasn't paying enough attention to see it.

"She told me all about Chae after she first joined the debate club.  To be honest, I didn't pay attention to school politics or titles or any of that, but when I heard she was running for student body I wanted to do what I could to help out."

Yuna remained silent, letting the words soak into the air surrounding her.  Her hands twiddled in her lap as her thumb mapped out her thoughts into her palm.

"I still don't like you."

"You're entitled to your own opinion," Zoey shrugged off casually as Yuna groaned.

"God, why are you like that?!"

"Like what?"

"Like, so laid back about the fact that I told you I don't like you!  Don't you even care?!"

"I mean, sure it's a bummer, but I'm not gonna waste my time trying to change the mind of every person that doesn't like me," Zoey responded with a shrug.  "Besides, I'd rather people be honest about their opinion of me than do the stupid fake stuff where they talk behind my back but pretend to be my best friend for the clout."

Yuna's hands paused, crawling their way to her elbows as they slowly moved to wrap herself in a light hug.

"I'm not that honest…"

"Why?  Because you haven't told Chae everything?" Zoey asked rhetorically.  "Just because you don't say everything on your mind doesn't mean you're dishonest."

"I mean, I got that," Yuna responded defensively.  "But, I also recognize I'm stirring up drama because…"

Yuna groaned into her palms.  Yes, she still had feelings for Chaeryoung!  Yes, Chaeryoung dumped her.  Yes, she should be over this by now!

But the truth was she wasn't…

And she didn't know how to move forward from here.

"It sounds like there's still stuff you're trying to work out before talking to Chae."

A heavy sigh escaped Yuna as a bitter chuckle followed quickly.

"I don't know what I'm fucking doing."

"Honestly, I don't think anyone does," Zoey answered casually as she leaned back in her seat.  "We just make it up as we go."

A light hum escaped Yuna as she kept her gaze fixed on the floor.

"You know… maybe... you're not all that terrible."

"Wait, is that a compliment?"

"Fuck no!" Yuna immeidately defended.  "You're still a fucking asshole and I'm gonna prove it!"

"That's the Yuna I know," Zoey responded with a light laugh.  "Anyways, I'm gonna get back to the dance, but thanks for chatting with me."

"Whatever," Yuna mumbled quietly as she kept their gaze as far away from Zoey as possible.  The bench creaked with the sound of Zoey taking her exit as Yuna tried to ignore it.

"Hey, Zoey?"

"Yeah?"

Yuna paused, hoping enough of her hair was falling in front of her face to cover the redness she felt growing there.

"I like the suspenders."

Zoey's eyes widened for just a moment before a smile slowly took over her face.

"Aw, thanks!"  She exclaimed while running a hand through her hair.  Yuna scoffed at the motion.

"Don't thank me.  I was complimenting the suspenders, not you."

"Don't worry, I caught your meaning," Zoey responded with a cheeky smile that Yuna bristled at.

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Exactly what I said," Zoey responded with a laugh.  "Anyways, let me know if there's anything else I can do for you."

"Like hell I'm asking an asshole like you for anything!"

"Suit yourself," Zoey responded casually.  "Hope you enjoy the dance Yuna.  I'll see you around."

Yuna grumbled as Zoey walked away from the bleachers.

God she hated Zoey.

They paused, turning back towards the crowd that Zoey disappeared into as a small smile crossed their face.

But, she could admit Zoey wasn't that bad.

---

Okay, that should be everything.

…Right?

She looked back through her mental checklist.  She refilled the punch bowl, the homecoming ballots were being collected and accounted for, the DJ Lia had requested was performing flawlessly, but there had to be something else to be done. Something she must have forgotten.  Something to distract her from the temptation of checking her phone when she already knew there was no reason to check.  No message to be awaiting her.  No reason for Ryujin to extend an olive branch and-

TING

Her hand immediately pulled out the phone as her heart stopped.

 

FROM: Shin Ryujin

can we tak?

 

Her heart pounded against the chest that caged it.  Did Ryujin really want to see her again?  Was she really being given another chance?

Her mind tried to tug her heart back into place.  Even if Ryujin did want to see her, that didn't mean Ryujin forgave her.  Ryujin might just be wanting to tell Lia off in person.  And besides, even if Ryujin did want to see Lia again, Lia couldn't just leave the dance.  She was the primary organizer of the full event if she just left…

…

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

Where are you?

 

Her thumb hit the send button.  Lia's mind was suddenly blank, as all she could hear in the overcrowded gymnasium was the sound of her own heart pounding to the rhythm of the three dots on her phone.

 

FROM: Shin Ryujin

here

 

Lia analyzed the image, hedges decorated with roses surrounded a marble fountain that Lia recognized immediately.

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

Don't move.

 

She shoved her phone back into her purse as she briskly strode towards the double doors.  The oasis was taking form, the cool air against the oppressive desert heat could be felt now.  Lia could almost taste it!  She just needed to open the door and she'd be on her way to freedom!

Her palm pressed into the steel bar handle as her fingers curled towards the wooden door.

But… she was in charge of the dance.

Yes, everything was already set up and organized.  Yes, the student council would be counting the ballots and making the announcements.  Yes, she had fulfilled all of the duties she had volunteered for so nothing should be holding her back.

But what if Jennifer noticed she wasn't there?  What if they ran out of punch again and needed someone to collect the refill?  What if Jennifer or Parker or someone else sabotaged the sound system and blamed Lia to sully her image and hurt her campaign?

What if?

What if?

What if?

"Seeking some fresh air Julia?"

Lia immediately turned, hands clawing into the door handle as she was greeted by Chaeryoung's warm smile.

"Chaeryoung," Lia responded with a sigh as her grip relaxed.  "God, don't startle me like that."

"My apologies," Chaeryoung responded quickly.  "Are you doing okay, Julia?"

"Please, just… don't call me that," Lia requested in a small voice.  "I don't think I ever want to hear that name again."

"Understood," Chaeryoung responded with a light nod.  "Also, I apologize if I'm keeping you.  You seem to have somewhere to be."

"I… well…"

Lia paused.  God, why couldn't she work up the courage to leave!  Was she really that scared that something would happen at the dance?

Or was she maybe scared of seeing Ryujin again?

Her hand tightened around the handlebar as her eyes clenched shut.  God, she wanted to see Ryujin so bad, but did she deserve to?  After everything she did and even her hesitating now, did she have a right to see Ryujin?

A hand rested itself gently on Lia's as she looked towards it.  It slowly pushed Lia's hand forward, pushing the handlebar in as the door slowly creaked to allow the iridescent hallway lighting to bleed into the auditorium.

"I can ensure all goes well here," Chaeryoung stated softly with a kind smile.  "So go.  There's clearly somewhere else you need to be."

Lia turned towards the bright lights that beckoned her.  She curled her hand slightly tighter underneath Chaeryoung's before giving the younger girl a smile.

"Thank you."

"Of course," Chaeryoung responded kindly as her hand fell away.  Lia released her hand from the handlebar as she hurried out of the doors and down the hallway.

She had to see Ryujin again.

She had to set things right.

---

Yuna turned back to the phone in her hands.

They figured it'd come down to this.

She cradled the phone in her palms, coaxing it into giving them a new message that they knew wouldn't arrive.  She gave a sigh, eyes pointing down towards the screen that wouldn't respond.

What was she gonna do now?

"Would you like some company?"

Yuna's eyes shot up as she found the familiar smile that always seemed to arrive whenever she needed it most.

"Chae…" Yuna swallowed quickly, hoping her voice didn't sound as needy as she felt before she cleared her throat.  "What are you doing here?"

Chaeryoung shrugged briefly before giving Yuna a smile.  "Is it so odd that I'd want to spend time with my best friend?"

Yuna bit the inside of her cheek.  It wasn't fair.  How come Chaeryoung always had those lines that you couldn't respond to?

Yuna grumbled lightly as she hugged herself tighter.

"Shouldn't you be with Zoey?"

"I only agreed to go to the dance with Zoey for two reasons," Chaeryoung informed as she took a seat next to Yuna on the bleachers.  "The first reason was that Zoey wanted to support someone on the homecoming ballot and requested my assistance in the matter."

"God, of course Zoey cares about that bullshit."

"Regardless, I have supported Zoey sufficiently that I do not see my continued service as being necessary at this time."

Yuna hummed noncommittally as they kept their gaze fixed on the dance floor.

"And what was the second reason?"

A pause settled over them, Yuna imagining the calculations Chaeryoung was making in her mind, determining what to say, what to omit.

"You told me you were going to the dance with Coal."

A small sigh escaped Chaeryoung.

"I… had hoped we'd spend the dance together."

Yuna hummed slowly in thought at the information.

"Wouldn't that have been weird?"

"Why would it be weird?"

"Well, because," Yuna's shoulders rose, hunching upwards like a turtle retreating into their shell.  "I mean, we tried dating and that didn't work."

"Does going to a dance together require us to be dating?"

"I mean, look around Chae," Yuna exclaimed, arms raising in a grandiose gesture towards the dancefloor before them.  "Outside of you and Zoey, this entire school has been nothing but a giant het-fest.  You think they're just here as friends?"

"I'm not concerned about the affairs of my peers," Chaeryoung retorted quickly.  "And I know you wouldn't conform to such ideas unless to some extent you wanted to."

Yuna silenced herself as Chaeryoung turned her gaze back to her lap.

Why were things so awkward between them?

I get lost, messed up and bored when I'm alone too long

"God, who the fuck decided to play this song at a school dance."

Chaeryoung giggled in response as she gave a shake of her head.

"I can't sleep function or eat when I'm not with someone…"

Yuna turned towards Chaeryoung who gave her a light smile as the song continued playing in the background.  Yuna chuckled lightly, missing another verse as Chaeryoung continued to sing.

"Do you feel a certain sense of synergy between yourself and me?

A kind of macabre and somber Wondertwin type of energy?"

The smile on Yuna's face beamed as they turned towards Chaeryoung to join in.

"What if it was you?!

OOOooo-oooOOOooo

You that I need all along!

I felt like a fool~

OOOooo-oooOOOooo

Kicking and screaming and pretending we were wrong"

Chaeryoung laughed in response as Yuna smiled widely.

"Let's get wrecked on poptarts and sex and see the Taj Mahal!"

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes at the line before continuing.

"Let's save birds from Prince William Sound and skateboard through the mall"

Yuna giggled as they continued.

"Let's fight crime with mangoes and limes and join the PGA"

"Let's win big with every spin but hurry I can't wait"

"Do you spend a fortune on those late night prepaid television scams?"

"In search of the perfect blender, steak knife and non-stick frying pan?"

They both turned towards each other, smiles wide before they both inhaled in unison.

"What if it was you?!

OOOooo-oooOOOooo

You that I needed all along?

I felt like a fool

OOOooo-oooOOOooo

Thinking we were completely wrong

It felt like a dream

A beautiful scream

That echoed forever

And made us not afraid to feel a thing

And after it ends"

Their voices began to fade, faces turning serious as Yuna sang the next line.

"We'll try to stay friends"

Chaeryoung's gaze fell as she sang the next line.

"They say that what doesn't kill us makes us who we are"

They both fell silent, allowing the record to continue singing without them as Yuna groaned into her palms.

"God, Chae, what the fuck am I doing?"

"The same thing we're all doing, Yuna," Chaeryoung responded with a heavy sigh.  "Trying to figure everything out."

Yuna gave a bitterless chuckle as they turned to Chaeryoung.  "Don't you already have everything figured out?"

"Many like to think so," Chaeryoung responded with a light laugh as she turned towards Yuna.  She couldn't help but smile at them.  Yuna had always been there to support her, there when Chaeryoung was at her lowest, there when Chaeryoung was lost and confused but would never dare to show it.

Yuna was always there.

"Yuna?"

"Huh?"

Chaeryoung leaned her head onto Yuna's shoulder who immediately snapped their head towards Chaeryoung.

"Don't stop needing me too soon Yuna."

Chaeryoung snuggled closer towards the crook of Yuna's neck as she smiled.

"I just may need you more than I'd dare to admit."

Yuna's eyes widened towards Chaeryoung before she quickly recomposed herself.  She gave a humorless chuckled and leaned her head on Chaeryoung's.

"C'mon Chae, don't be overdramatic.  You're my best friend!"

Her smile became melancholic as the familiar smell of Chaeryoung's citrus shampoo filled her senses.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll be fine.  You're more capable than you give yourself credit for."

Chaeryoung moved out from Yuna's shoulder to give them a smile.

"Although, if we both have determined we'd be lost without each other, then I suppose we have no other recourse available then to stay by each other's sides for as long as possible."

"Haha, not arguing that one," Yuna responded with a laugh that began to fade.  "Say, Chae?"

"Yes?"

Yuna twirled the thumbs in her lap as they willed the words to be spoken.

"Just… thanks for being here for me."

Chaeryoung gave her trademark smile.  "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

Yuna smiled in response as Chaeryoung rose from the bench.

"As an aside, I do need to help count the ballots for the homecoming royalty.  You are invited if you are interested."

Yuna gave a laugh as she shook her head.  "Come on, you want me to help count the Homecoming ballots?!  Are you trying to incite a riot?!"

"I simply thought I should offer," Chaeryoung responded with a smile.  "Enjoy the rest of your evening Yuna.  Text me if you need anything."

"Same to you Chae," Yuna responded with a wave as Chaeryoung reciprocated the gesture.  She drifted back into the crowd as Yuna sighed.

Love was complicated.

Love was annoying.  Love was unique to the individual who bore it.  At least, that's how Chaeryoung phrased it.

Yuna just needed to find it in their heart to accept that.

She turned back to her phone, reading the last message she had received from Coal before pressing dial in the corner.  She waited, tapping her fingers on the bleacher seat until a resounding CLICK caught her ear.

[Yuna, look, I am so sorry about everythi-]

"Don't fucking waste my time Coal," Yuna snapped before taking a deep breath in.

"Just tell me where you are."

---

Don't move

The words buzzed in her brain like the telltale signs of too much alcohol in the system.  If she was smart, she would stop here, cut herself off, leave while she was ahead and never turn back.

Ryujin never claimed to be smart though.

She released a sigh as she turned towards the rosebush next to her.  Why the fuck did she show up here?  What was she hoping to accomplish? Also, how many damn rose bushes did a school courtyard need?  It was obvious this school had more money than it knew what to do with.  The steel tables and chairs were obviously designed more for looks than for comfort as they were scattered around a marble fountain of a stallion that rose on its hind legs in a posture of showing every other fucker just how important it was.  Perfect mascot for a fucking statue for a school this pretentious.  Next she's gonna learn is that this school has an aerospace club with a whole fucking plane somewhere in the school.

Though, given how rich these fuckers were, there was probably some asshole who donated a private jet to the school for learning's sake or some shit.

Ryujin groaned as her shoulders slumped.

God, what the fuck was she doing here?

"Ryujin?!"

Her gaze snapped towards the voice as Lia stepped past the rose bush.  God, Lia looked fucking divine! She wore a short navy blue dress that had stars sparkling across it as if heralding Lia as the center of the galaxy.  She even had long navy gloves to match whose thin lace filmed her long slender arms in the same night sky.  She had her hair pulled back as it flowed freely behind her shoulders, cascading in waves beneath the braided crown as a small ponytail rose just above the braids to flow downwards.  Ryujin couldn't help but wonder what Lia would wear to prom if this was her homecoming outfit.

Ryujin snapped herself out of her thoughts.  She quickly averted her gaze back towards the courtyard as she pretended to clear her throat.

"Hey princess…"

Lia's steps were slow and timid, afraid that any wrong move would cause the ground to swallow her up and take her away from Ryujin forever.

"Hello Ryujin," Lia greeted timidly.  "It's, um… good to see you."

Ryujin kept her gaze on the immaculately clear pavement.

"...Yeah…"

Lia paused, assessing Ryujin, looking for the small crack in her walls she'd always expose just for Lia.

But Lia couldn't find it.

She released a sigh before her gaze turned towards Ryujin's hands.

"Oh my God, Ryujin, you're bleeding!"

Ryujin simply shrugged.  "Shit happens sometimes."

"God, Ryujin, of all the-" Lia mumbled as she dug into her purse.  "Give me your hand."

"Why?"

"Just give it to me."

Ryujin raised an eyebrow at Lia challengingly but Lia's gaze refused to waver.  With a sigh Ryujin finally relented.

"Fine," Ryujin muttered as she provided Lia with the afflicted hand.  Lia quickly shook the small bottle as she gripped Ryujin's hand gently.

"Hold still."

Ryujin cussed as Lia sprayed the disinfectant across the cuts along Ryujin's hands.  She quickly started pulling out varied sizes of bandaids as she mumbled through the bandages in her mouth.

"How'd this happen?"

Ryujin shrugged.  "The rosebush was being a bitch."

Lia rolled her eyes as she continued to bandage Ryujin's hand.

"I'm sure whatever conflict you had with the school's foliage could've been resolved through talking."

"Look, it attacked me first.  What'd you want me to do?  Let this fucker think I'd let it get away with that shit?"

Lia rolled her eyes at the explanation as she placed a final bandaid diagonally across Ryujin's hand.  Her thumbs traced the bandage, feeling the curves of Ryujin's palm beneath the beige adhesive.

"I'm sorry…"

Ryujin remained silent as Lia held Ryujin's hand gingerly in both of hers.

"I am so sorry…"

Ryujin watched on as Lia kept her head down and held Ryujin's hand so pleadingly.

"What the fuck happened?"

Lia's hands encased Ryujin's.  Why did she let go of Ryujin's hand all those days ago?

"The same thing that's happened since I met you," Lia answered.  "I was a coward."

Lia released Ryujin's hand as she encase herself in a small hug.

"Jennifer saw you at the tennis courts and…"

Lia sighed as she held herself tighter.

"And I panicked.  She made a comment about you, I got flustered and now she's threatening to expose me if I don't drop out of the race."

Tears welled in Lia's eyes as she stared across the courtyard.

"And I hurt you. I hurt everyone all over again.  Because I got wrapped up in the politics again.  Because I got scared of being exposed again.  Because I always push away the people I care about most.  Because I'm terrified that I'm going to spend the entirety of my life alone, but I'm not brave enough to keep the people who actually matter in my life!"

Soft sobs escaped Lia as she shook her head.

"And I'm sorry… I'm so sorry for everything…"

Lia sniffled lightly, her dying cries the only sound in the courtyard as Ryujin kept her gaze fixed ahead.

"You know what princess?  You were right."

Lia lifted her gaze towards Ryujin, finding what seemed like a sarcastic smile.

"We're more similar than we're willing to admit."

Lia's heart hammered in her chest as she watched Ryujin's hands clench tightly.

"And I'm fucking sick of it."

"Ryujin?"

"I'm fucking sick of this yoyoing bullshit we drag each other through," Ryujin forced out through her gritted teeth.  "I know you said you wanted to wait, and that's fine, but cut the fucking pushing and pulling bullshit and tell me if you want me here or want me gone."

"I don't want you gone!"

Lia gripped Ryujin's forearm tightly as the tears returned to her eyes.

"But…"

She let her hands loosen, the tears sliding down her cheeks as she turned back towards the courtyard.

"I'm scared I'll just hurt you more if I ask you to stay."

Lia hugged herself tightly.

"I'm just… I'm not ready to face my school about it," Lia admitted.  "I just can't face them yet."

"So, then, how do we move forward from here?"

Lia sighed, releasing all the air in her lungs as she looked smaller just from the question.

"I don't know.  But…"

Lia leaned her head on Ryujin's shoulder as Ryujin watched curiously.

"Could we stay here for a little bit?"

Ryujin gave a one shouldered shrug so as not to disturb Lia as she ignored the familiar beating in her chest.

"Sure thing, Princess."

Ryujin let the phrase die as she looked back towards the fountain.  This was fucking stupid.  She should've just left.  Love was stupid.  Love was fake.

Love was something no one would ever give to Ryujin.

"Say Ryujin?"

"Hm?"

Lia tentatively rose from Ryujin's shoulder as she looked sheepishly up at Ryujin.

"Would you, um, honor me with a dance?"

Ryujin quirked an eyebrow at Lia who immediately shrunk from the gaze.

"S-sorry," Lia stammered quickly.  "God, as if now would be in any way an appropriate time to ask-"

"Wanna dance?"

Lia snapped her gaze to attention as Ryujin stood before her, hand extended and giving a slight nod that was the only invitation to Ryujin's otherwise unreadable expression.

"Is…"

Lia turned away, allowing her hair to shroud her face.

"Is this really what you want?"

Ryujin shrugged in response.  "You're not gonna make me regret this are you?"

"I…"

Lia dug her fingers into the bench beneath her.

"I don't know."

She bit into her lip as she willed the anxiety to still.

"The only thing I'm certain of right now, is that I want to spend my Homecoming Dance with you."

"Then what are you hesitating for?"

Lia lifted up her gaze again.  Ryujin's face was very much the same.  The expressionless visage that Ryujin always had fixed whenever she didn't want to let her true feelings show.

She was on guard.

But… she was still offering Lia this chance.

Lia took the hand.  It slowly lifted her from the bench as she stepped towards Ryujin.  Ryujin definitely wasn't dressed for a homecoming dance in her ripped jeans and black pullover.

She was absolutely perfect.

"Thank you…"

Ryujin simply hummed in affirmation as she pulled out her phone.  "Music request?"

"Mmmm, have you ever danced the waltz?"

"Do I look like I dance?"

Lia giggled as she took Ryujin's phone and typed in a song.

"You're about to."

She set the phone down, playing a lighthearted tune that Lia couldn't help but smile at.  She turned back to Ryujin and gave a small curtsey as Ryujin rolled her eyes.

"You don't gotta be so goddamned formal about it."

"I suppose," Lia responded.  "But I would like to try my best for you."

She slowly intertwined one of her hands with Ryujin's as her gaze fell.

"You deserve the best…"

Ryujin didn't respond.  She simply fell in line to the tune, following Lia's lead through song after song as neither was willing to disengage in case once the dancing ended they'd go their separate ways.  Love was stupid.  Love was selfish.  Love was something Ryujin was certain she could never have.

And she so desperately wanted Lia to prove her wrong.

---

Yuna opened the door cautiously.  The lights were out in the room she'd wandered into with only the vague outline of seats visible.  They were honestly surprised the room was unlocked, but that just made her even more cautious.  She continued down the sloped aisle, sneaking past the empty seats that continued to be fixated at the center that Yuna approached.  She slowly stepped onto the stage, making cautious steps as she found herself in the center of the platform.

"Coal?"

They heard a stifled sniffle coming from behind the stage.  She hurried towards the sound, pushing past the curtains and stumbling through.  There was only one place she could imagine finding their friend and that was going to be behind the curtain and stage right.

The light clicked on as suddenly the room was illuminated.

"Coal?"

"Yuna," They immediately wiped their face as another sniffle escaped them.  "H-Hey, I'm sorry about-"

"God, don't worry about that," Yuna exclaimed they knelt next to Coal.  "What the fuck happened?"

Coal sniffled again.  Their slacks were covered in mud, as the t-shirt they wore was lightly smeared with grime.  Their face was messy from small dirt stains mixed with tears that caked onto their cheeks and their hair stood up in the front looking like it was unintentionally styled with stress and held together with frustration.  Coal shook their head as they hugged their knees.

"I slipped."

"Coal…"

"I- I tried to fix it.  Wash it out in the sink and all that, but one of the sleeves was torn.  So I thought about finding another outfit but nothing would work and-!"

They paused, lips pulled in as if to keep the words and the tears from spilling over.  The attempt was short lived as Coal shook their head and buried their face in their knees.

"And I'm sorry… I'm so so sorry…"

"Coal…"

Yuna sighed as she rested a hand on Coal's shoulder.

"Coal, I understand.  Shit happened and that sucked," Yuna consoled.  "I just wish you would've told me you were here and what had happened so that I could help."

"I mean, you were already stressing out with Lia," Coal answered while roughly wiping the tears with their palm.  "And then all those rumors around you and Chaeryoung blew up that I didn't want to give you more shit to worry about."

"Coal, telling me your mom had car problems and then ghosting me is way more worrying!"

"I…" Coal paused, letting out a heavy sigh as they shook the dreariness from their head.  "You're right.  I'm sorry."

Yuna sighed as they leaned their head back against the wall.  An uneasy silence settled over the two as Coal tentatively turned towards Yuna.

"How'd the dance go?"

"I mean, all things considered I guess it went alright." Yuna admitted in an uncertain tone.  "I think Lia'll be okay and Chaeryoung and I… we got to talk…"

"How'd that go?"

Yuna gave a bitterless chuckle.

"The same way it always goes, but I think it helped me feel a bit better about… us…"

A pause fell between Coal and Yuna as Yuna shook their head.

"This was the first dance I've gone to without Chae."

The silence hung in the air, making the space between them seem even greater.

"I just… was scared I'd be alone without her…"

Coal gave a heavy sigh.

"Is that why you were so determined to have me join you?"

"Ugh, yes," Yuna groaned as they hugged their knees.  "I know I should've just accepted your answer when you said no.  I was just being stupid."

"It's whatever," Coal responded softly.  "I said I'd be here for you so I should have been more honest about what was happening."

"Yeah," Yuna relented with a sigh.  "Though, it looks like you had it rough too.  I mean, your outfit's in pretty bad shape."

"Ugh, fuck this outfit," Coal groaned in response.  "I fucking hate it."

"Really?" Yuna asked.  "Then why wear it?"

Coal hugged their knees tighter, gaze fixed on the floorboards before them.

"I figured you'd know."

"Hm?  What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's not like you're out at school either."

Yuna's eyes widened in response.  They turned away, the words resonating in her head as their hand reached for the pink and yellow bracelets on their wrist.

"I… don't think it's anyone's business."

"But it still sucks right?" Coal asked, their tone turning bitter.  "Conforming?  Feeling like keeping your head down and shutting the fuck up is the only way your gonna make it out of here."

"Hey!  I'm not a tool like that, alright?!" Yuna argued back.  "I've been to detention more times than I can count!"

"But you still come to school.  You still wear a skirt.  And you do this even on your masc days."

"I…"

Yuna stopped themself, biting their lip as Coal gave a sigh.

"I'm… sorry… I'm not saying all this to call you out, I just…"

Coal hugged their knees tighter, burying their face within them.

"I just don't feel comfortable showing up here how I'd want to…"

Yuna hummed lightly.  They looked back to Coal who continued to shrink into themself as the silence grew.  Yuna scooted slightly closer to Coal as their overbounding curiosity caught up to her.  "Well, how would you want to show up?"

Coal stayed motionless, eyes still glued on the floor as their hands remained gripped on their thighs to hold them in place until a sigh caused their arms to relinquish their hold.  They pulled out their phone, thumb gliding across the screen until they finally turned it towards Yuna.

"Something like this."

Yuna looked at the screen with wide eyes.  Coal's hair was pink and about the same short length as now.  It was styled to resemble more of a pixie cut though, with the styling being meticulously done to stick out in exactly the right places to look untamed yet polished.  They had put on eyeliner to accentuate their green eyes.  Studs lined their ear and they even had a lip ring that stuck out in the wide smile they gave to the camera.

"My God, Coal!" Yuna exclaimed before turning to their friend.  "You look gorgeous!"

"I… um… thanks?"

"Of course!" Yuna shouted as they took the phone.  "God, your eyeliner work is so cool!  And did you use foundation at all?!  You blend it so well!"

"Um, yeah, I do my own makeup," Coal responded while rubbing the back of their head.  "Kinda what motivated me to do stage crew.  I just never liked what was in the stores so I learned to make my own outfits and stuff."

"You make your own outfits?!"

Coal giggled lightly in response.

"Yeah, I even got some here.  Wanna check them out?"

"Hells yeah!"

Yuna bounced right to her feet as Coal started giving them the tour of the school closet.  She swooned at their handiwork, rolled their eyes at some of the more basic designs that the school chose, and cheered when she found something her size that Coal encouraged them to try on.  The scene quickly turned into a runway, with both Coal and Yuna filing through the wardrobes to model off any outfit that drew their interest.  The night began to fly by in a flurry of discarded clothes and disjointed laughter.  The dance felt like such a small thing now.

Yuna was hanging out with her friend.

And she'd take her friends over a stupid school function any day of the week.

---

It was the moment everyone had been waiting for.  All the dancing, all the food, it all became nothing more than decoration for what those who ascend would claim to be the crowning moment of their high school career.

At least, in Chaeryoung's opinion, the crowning moment for those shallow enough to consider this any form of accomplishment.  Setting her opinions aside for now she strode up to the stage and took the microphone as the music faded away to grant her the stage.

"Good evening everyone and thank you again for joining us this evening for the Greenstone Academy Homecoming Dance."

A light applause welcomed Chaeryoung's address as she scanned over the ocean of dark figures before her.

"Before I continue on with our announcements I'd like to thank Martin Levy for coming in to DJ and Neopolitan Eatery for catering our event.  In addition, I would like to thank our classmate Julia Choi who organized the event.  Please give them all a round of applause.

The clapping returned, though one section cheered a little louder than the rest as Chaeryoung gave a light smile.  She could always count on the women's swim team for support.

"I would also like to announce that it is time for the Homecoming King and Queen to be announced.  Before announcing them, I'd like to extend my gratitude to our volunteers Bridgette Wagner, Madison Bowing and Francis Walker who helped with creating and counting the ballots.  Please give them a hand as well."

The crowd cheered once more as Chaeryoung held the two envelopes in her hand, fiddling slightly with the flaps as she awaited the applause to die down.

"And now, without further adieu, it is time to announce the winners of our homecoming royalty contest.  Please give a round of applause for Greenstone Academy's newest Homecoming Queen…"

She paused, opening up the top envelope as she swallowed briefly upon seeing the name.

"Jennifer Sloan."

Applause returned as one dark figure from the crowd bowed in feigned modesty, accepting hugs and what Chaeryoung assumed to be words of congratulations as she made her way up the steps.  She ascended to the stage and strode towards Chaeryoung who offered a congratulatory hand that Jennifer accepted.

"Wonderful to see you again Chaeryoung.  I do have to ask, where is our friend Julia?"

"She is busy preparing for the clean up once the dance wraps up," Chaeryoung responded without missing a beat.  "Congratulations on your victory as Homecoming Queen."

Jennifer smiled smugly.  "It was rightfully earned."

She moved past Chaeryoung to accept the crown from Principal Carmichael who also shook her hand and offered his congratulations.  Chaeryoung had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes as she waited for Jennifer to take her place on the stage.

"And finally, this year's Homecoming King is-"

Chaeryoung silently sighed as she opened the envelope refusing to let any emotion show on her face.

"Jessie Bowen."

The applause erupted sporadically from the crowd as the dance floor was an uncertain mix of loud cheers and confused claps.  The bewildered cheers continued as moments passed without anyone stepping forward to accept the crown.  Quiet began to battle against the applause as curious students began looking around to find their errant royalty.

"Oh, wait, did I actually win?"

Everyone turned towards the voice as Jessie threw her long black hair back.  She pulled on the sports jacket she wore over her button up that had a few buttons undone with her collar held together with a lazily done tie.  She strode up to Chaeryoung as she gave a friendly handshake.

"Man, I can't believe that worked!"

"I can," Chaeryoung responded as her smile grew slightly wider.  "You and your friends worked hard for this.  It's well deserved."

"Aw, thanks Chae," Jessie answered through her laughter.  Laughter that was pointedly not shared by another person on the stage.

"Excuse me, but, there is clearly a mistake here."

Chaeryoung tilted her head towards Jennifer as she recomposed herself.  "What makes you believe so?"

"Well," Jennifer began with a scoff.  "Obviously Jessie cannot be Homecoming King."

"Uh, clearly I can."

"But you're a woman!" Jennifer exclaimed in exasperation.  "Principal Carmichael this cannot be allowed!"

"We agree!"

Trevor and Parker pulled themselves away from the crowd, both taking a moment to recollect themselves through subtle hair swipes and tie fixes.

"All candidates need to be approved through the student council," Trevor argued forcefully.

"And Jessie should have run for queen if she was interested in the race," Parker elaborated.  "By running for king, Jessie robbed a deserving man of an opportunity that should have been reserved to him."

"Aw, the poor oppressed white man," Jessie feigned as she sat on the side of the stage with a wide smile.  "You're just mad cuz you lost to a woman aren't'cha?"

"This entire race is a farce and against all school policies!"

"Actually, it isn't," Chaeryoung responded calmly.  "To Parker's point, there is nothing in the school handbook that bars anyone, regardless of gender or assigned sex at birth, from running for the title of their choosing, meaning that Jessie is well within her rights to run for king.  And in response to Trevor's point, during the meeting two weeks prior Trevor stated that I was officially in charge of all Homecoming related activities which included accepting and verifying nominations.  I have full documentation on both these points including meeting notes and the full student handbook if anyone has doubts to any of my claims."

"But, Principal Carmichael-!"

"I, well," The principal shifted anxiously as he cleared his throat.  "Well, there is no falsity in any of Chaeryoung's claims so…"

The boys went silent, lips tight and faces flushing under the dim lights as the clacking of heels resonated across the stage towards Chaeryoung.

"No, this is absurd!  Everyone knows that the king is supposed to be a man and I refuse to acknowledge Jessie as the homecoming king!"

"Aw, don't be too disappointed Jennifer," Jessie responded with a teasing smile.  "You can run for king next year."

Jennifer made a noise to argue back, but couldn't find her voice.  Her hands shook at her sides before she clutched at her crown and threw it against the ground.  She turned her ire towards Chaeryoung, glaring intently as she pointed a threatening finger towards the young teasurer.

"This is the last time you make a fool of me Chaeryoung Lee!"

She stormed off, heels clacking like a timer bomb that was courteous enough to blow up elsewhere.

"Well that was dramatic," Jessie responded lightly.  "Yo, Principal Carmichael!"

The man darted his gaze to the cheery woman who gave him a casual wave.

"You gonna crown this king or what?"

"Oh, uh, r-right."

He walked steadily over to Jessie before handing her the crown and excusing himself as Jessie gave a shrug.  She moved to the microphone, raising the crown in her hand.

"Check it out everyone!" She exclaimed excitedly.  "Your king has arrived!"

Thunderous applause ripped through the auditorium as Jessie coronated herself as the school's regent.  She shook hands with Chaeryoung before trading places as Chaeryoung took the microphone.

"Thank you all for your warm welcome to this year's Greenstone Preparatory Academy Homecoming Royalty.  Please enjoy the rest of the dance."

The music returned as Jessie nudged Chaeryoung on the way down the stairs.

"Man, that was awesome!"

"I'll say," Zoey responded as she waited for them at the bottom of the stairs.  "Congratulations Jessie."

"Aw, thank Zo," Jessie responded warmly.  "Couldn't have done it without you two."

"I was more than happy to help," Chaeryoung responded with a smile.

"Besides, you earned it," Zoey answered amicably.  "So what are you going to do now?"

"Well, what else would a king do but mingle with their people and dance the night away?"

"I could provide an itemized list," Chaeryoung responded.  "Though I wouldn't recommend any of the items on it."

"Don't let this give you a big head Jessie."

"Please, I wouldn't risk it.  Gotta make sure the crown can fit, you know?"  There was a quick laugh at her own joke as Jessie gave a small wave.  "Well, I'm gonna go dance.  Have a good rest of your night!"

She ran off, cheering as she got to the crowd as the eager ocean of adolescents swallowed her in.  Zoey gave a light chuckle, shaking her head at the antics.

"Jessie's always been a wild one."

"Certainly a free-spirit," Chaeryoung agreed.  "Thank you for allowing me to join this project."

"Pft, of course!  Like we were gonna not ask for help and let Parker be worse than ever after getting an ego boost by being elected king?"  Zoey rolled her eyes, clearly grateful they had avoided that outcome.  "Of course, we had considered asking Francis, but he didn't wanna run.  Then again, we were a bit worried having Jessie run would be risky."

"Our student body is more accepting than they're willing to admit," Chaeryoung answered kindly.  "And I believe this was a stride in the right direction."

"Yeah," Zoey agreed with a relieved sigh.  "Well, now that that's over, what should we do now?"

Chaeryoung watched the crowd, lights flashing across the dark ocean of flailing limbs.  She turned back towards Zoey, extending a hand as she offered a smile.

"What else is there to do but dance?"

Zoey looked towards the hand before smiling at Chaeryoung.

"What kind of a person would I be to turn down such an invitation?"

"An independent person capable of making your own decisions that are deserving of understanding and respect."

Zoey rolled her eyes before taking the hand.

"I should've known better than to ask," she answered with a laugh.

"Well, let's get to dancing."

---

FROM: Brainiac

Despite some rough patches I would say the dance went rather well.  If I may be so bold, I am also feeling optimistic that our group will be reconvening shortly.

 

TO: Brainiac

fuk ya! thats awesum!

 

Yeji rapidly texted as Hector clicked the lock into place to secure the restaurant.

"Welp, closing time," Hector wearily announced.  "Thanks for all your help Yej.  You gonna need a ride home?"

"Well-"

"Hey Yeji."

Yeji turned with wide eyes towards the familiar voice.

"Noemi!"

She quickly cleared her throat.  Focus Yeji, keep it together!

"Er, I mean, hey Noemi," Yeji responded as she tried to chuckle the nerves away.  "Um, what are you doing here?"

"I hope you're not here for food." Hector interjected quickly.  "Store's closed."

"Oh, that's not what I'm here for, but I'll keep that in mind."

"Okay," Yeji drawled lightly.  "Then what are you here for?"

Noemi responded with a shrug that barely presented itself through her thick hoodie.

"I kinda just, well, thought maybe we could do something.  You know, since neither of us were able to go to Homecoming," Noemi reasoned out before she gave a smile that might've looked shy if there was just a little more light to illuminate it.  "I… know a coffee shop nearby that's still open, so if you're interested…"

Yeji paused, letting the words churn in her mind.  A light chuckle escaped her allowing some tension to release from her shoulders.

"Didn't think your mom would let you out this late on a school night."

"Well, she doesn't need to know where I'm at right now," Noemi responded with a wink before laughing at her own response.  "If you can't, then, you know, that's fine.  I was just thinking of-"

The thought was swallowed into silence as Yeji grabbed Noemi's hand.

"I'd love to join you," Yeji responded as she gave Noemi a bright smile.  "Where're we heading?"

Noemi blushed slightly, squeezing the hand in hers ever so subtly as she allowed her smile to widen just so.

"It's not too far.  If we just turn down this street…"

Noemi rambled off directions as Hector hollered at Yeji.

"Damn Yeji!  You sure know how to pick'em!  I'll be sure to let Youngjae know you're working an overnight shift haha!"

Yeji flipped him off as Noemi laughed at the antic.  Yeji couldn't help but smile.  Hector was annoying but meant well.  After all, she had known him for what Yeji would consider her whole existence and then some.

And then there was Noemi.

She squeezed the hand in hers lightly.

Love was scary.

Love was risky.

But something told Yeji Noemi would be worth the risk.

She just had to be willing to take the chance.

Notes:

Then song with Yuna and Chaeryoung is called "It had to be you" by Motion City and I just couldn't help but feel like it fit them too well here XD Anyways, hope you all enjoyed!

Chapter 34: Chillin' Chillin

Notes:

Wow, it took me a loooooot longer than I thought it would to upload. I do apologize for the delays on these chapters (especially because ITZY just keeps releasing more music which puts out more and more music T.T). Haha, oh well. I'm gonna keep doing my best to post and update this fic so I hope you all continue to read, kudos and most of all enjoy =)

You deserve the best…

The words echoed in her mind as she hugged Ryujin tightly, swaying in place as the music continued to drone on without their care or attention.

She just wanted things to stay like that forever.

But if there's one thing Lia knew, it was that no one could effectively run away from tomorrow.

BRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIII

The sound of rustling pages and overeager footsteps filled the classroom as Lia turned back to look at her notebook.  An inane doodle was scribbled along the border of the page, taking no coherent form except the one the beholder would imagine.  Lia will probably need to reread the Latin chapter.

She just hoped she had adequately learned the material she'd need for next class.

She gave a sigh and shut her notebook, packing it away and striding out quickly.  She kept her head bowed low, forcing her gaze on her heavy footsteps against the hard tile floor.  Things would be okay, right?  None of her friends had texted her, but they probably were just focused on their own studies.  Or perhaps, they slept in after the long ordeal the dance caused.  They should be texting her soon, right?

She checked her phone again, but no notifications made themselves known.

She sighed and put her phone away.

She should've known better than to think they'd forgive her that easily.

"Lia!"

Lia shot her gaze upwards just in time to watch her younger cousin barrel into her.  Lia barely had enough time to yelp as Yuna lifted Lia into the hug.

"Oh my God Lia, I finally caught you!"

"Urk- Yuna…"  Lia struggled to get her voice out, futilely maneuvering the hands from her pinned arms to try to hug Yuna back.  "It's.  Good.  To.  See.  You.  Too…"

Yuna released Lia who deeply inhaled the taste of freedom upon her release.

"It's a pleasure to see you again Lia."

"Pleasure's… all… mine…" Lia wheezed as she took a few moments more to remind herself how to breathe.  "What're you two… doing here?"

"Duh, looking for you!"

"You hadn't been frequenting your locker in previous weeks, so we weren't sure if this would be an adequate meeting spot.  However, we weren't sure where else to find you so here we decided to wait anyways."

Lia gave a final inhale that helped her return back to her proper posture.

"What are you talking about, I've been here plenty," Lia responded before quickly shrugging her shoulders.  "My classes just happen to be closer since I'm an upperclassman."

"Hey, don't lie to me!"  Yuna responded loudly.  "I sluffed classes at least 3 times to try to catch you here!"

Lia sighed heavily as she moved to open her locker.

"Look, I… I do sincerely apologize for avoiding you both for the past few weeks…"

Her hand fell from the book in her locker as it fell softly to the bottom of the metal cage.  "There really is no excuse for it…"

"Hey, come on," Yuna consoled as they gave Lia a hug from behind.  "I'm more mad you didn't tell us Jennifer was being a bitch to you."

"Although I agree with Yuna's sentiment, I am more pleased with the fact that we are able to meet with you presently," Chaeryoung responded as she leaned against the locker.  "Have you considered how you'll engage with Jennifer should she seek you out again?"

Lia groaned, sinking her head into her locker.  She was small enough, right?  She could just, tuck her head into her knees and hide in her locker for the rest of the day.  She might need Yuna to help lift her in, but she should be able to make it work.

"Don't worry Lia!" Yuna announced in a cheery tone.  "We can be your bodyguards!"

"Please do not conduct violence on my behalf."

"But Jennifer totally deserves it!"  Yuna whined in response as Chaeryoung chuckled.

"Do not worry Lia.  Diplomacy is my tactic of choice in any conflict I may be faced with."

Lia gave a light whine as she lifted her head and turned towards Chaeryoung.  "I'm so glad someone here is reasonable!"

"Whatever, I'm as reasonable as I need to be."

Chaeryoung giggled as she nudged Yuna lightly.  Yuna smiled, nudging Chaeryoung back with Chaeryoung reciprocating as Lia sighed.

"I swear, I wish I could be-"

"Julia Choi!"

Lia jolted from her spot as she turned toward the irate upperclassman who stormed her way.

"I offer to help you and this is how you repay me?!"

"Jennifer!  I-"

"That is rather charitable of you to offer my friend assistance," Chaeryoung interjected as she stood between Jennifer and the slowly shrinking presidential hopeful.

"This doesn't concern you Chaeryoung Lee!"

"Hey, don't fucking talk to Chae like that!"

"And I am more than capable of deciding what is or is not of my concern," Chaeryoung responded evenly.  "Such as, if the partner of a presidential hopeful were, for instance, harassing or intimidating another candidate to get said candidate to withdraw from the race."

"You have no proof I did any such thing," Jennifer responded with her arms folded.  "And those are some serious accusations you are suggesting."

"I'm glad we both agree that harassment and intimidation are serious matters, hence my concern," Chaeryoung elaborated calmly.  "That said, Parker's father has given us his word that should there be any foul play in Parker's campaign he will withdraw his consent to allow Parker to run for president."

Chaeryoung tilted her chin up, refusing to lose eye contact with the taller girl.

"And I believe that Mr. Jones would have concerns if Lia were to suddenly withdraw from the race."

Jennifer's jaw clenched as she stared down Chaeryoung.  Chaeryoung refused to be intimidated, maintaining her gaze with the same calculated expression she always wore.  Finally, Jennifer turned away with a snicker.

"My dear, dear Chaeryoung, you truly thought I would have encouraged our friend Julia to withdraw from the race?  Please."

She shook her head, a sinister smirk crossing her face.

"Not all of us would stoop to the same depths as you, Chaeryoung."

"I'm unsure what depths you mean, though I am glad we all agree that we should treat each other cordially."

"Oh, of course!"  Jennifer responded with faux enthusiasm.  "After all, no one is going to care about the Homecoming Dance after today."

"What do you mean?"

Jennifer smiled at Lia's question as the intercom buzzed overhead.

 

ATTENTION GREENSTONE PREPARATORY ACADEMY

 

This is your president Trevor Wagner and his trusty VP Parker Jones here to announce the Homecoming game tonight!  You won't want to miss it when the Greenstone Mustangs annihilate McMillan's Warriors in tonight's game!  Also, thanks to your student body president and VP, we were able to obtain $2,500 worth of raffle prizes for the Homecoming Halftime Event!  You must be present in order to win any prizes so be sure to show up and cheer your mustangs!

 

BZZZZZT-

 

Chaeryoung nodded lightly towards the intercom.  "I see Trevor's father increased their annual donation to the Homecoming game's Halftime activity."

"Which is why you two will never win," Jennifer responded with a smile.  "You both made a valiant effort with the dance last night, however you have nothing… tangible to offer your fellow students."

She turned her gaze back to Lia.

"In any case, good luck with your 'campaign.'  You'll need all the help you can get."

With a flourish Jennifer turned on her heel and walked down the hallway.

"I fucking hate that bitch."

"She is a bit much to deal with," Chaeryoung conceded.  "How are you feeling L-"

"What in the world do I think I'm doing?!"

Lia had her head hidden in her locker as her fingers gripped at her long auburn hair.

"Oh, chill out!  Jennifer's all talk."

"Lia, I assure you, Jennifer has no real power over this campaign."

"How can you say that?!"  Lia shouted as she rounded on her friends.  "You heard what Jennifer said!  All the time and effort I put into the dance was a waste!  All anyone is going to care about is the game that has Parker's name all over it!"

"Lia, Jennifer is simply seeking to undermine you."

"Yeah, like, name me one highschooler that actually gives a shit about football."

"Everyone!"

"That's not a name."

Lia groaned as she slammed her locker shut.

"I can't deal with this right now.  I need to get to class so-"

"Wait!"

Yuna rushed in front of Lia, grabbing her by the shoulders and gripping slightly to keep her smaller cousin in place.

"Look, I know Jennifer's being a bitch, per usual, so we should hang at the Hussey Hole tonight!  You know, chill from the campaign, see everyone again and regroup!"

"Yuna…"

"Come on Lia!  You deserve a break!  You worked so hard on the dance and your campaign so we should all get together again!  And besides,"  Yuna paused, letting their grip loosen as they gave Lia a sad smile.

"We've missed you…"

The last line was like a punch to Lia's gut that forced all the air out of her.  She slowly removed Yuna's hands from her shoulders as she looked up to her cousin.

"Yuna I… I do greatly appreciate the invite, but-"

Yuna sighed heavily.  "There's the 'but.'"

"I-I'm sorry Yuna," Lia responded in a defeated tone.  "I have to stay after to clear out the rest of the decorations from the dance."

BRRRRRRIIIIIIII

"And, I need to get to class," Lia groaned before turning back to her cousin.  "But, I promise.  We'll get together again."

"You promise?"

"Mmhmm," Lia hummed with a nod.  "Anyways, try to get to class soon Yuna.  I don't want to hear about you being late again."

"No promises!"

Lia rolled her eyes at the response before she gave a final farewell and walked down the hall.  Yuna fell back to Chaeryoung as they both watched Lia disappear to the hallway beyond.

"So, I suppose we're canceling our meeting for today?"

"Actually, let's hold off on that for a moment," Yuna responded as they rubbed their hands menacingly together.

"Because this queer kid's got a plan."

---

TO: Grunt 1; Grunt 2

ATTENTION SOLDIERS!!!!

THIS IS A HUSSEY HOLLER!!!

TEN HUT!!!

WHERE ARE ALL OF-

 

FROM: Grunt 2

jesus yn! u jus gona bom my fone al day?!

 

TO: Grunt 1; Grunt 2

YOU GRUNTS NEED TO LEARN SOME DISIPLINE!!!

 

FROM: Grunt 1

looks like u need 2 lern how 2 spel

 

FROM: Grunt 2

heyo! nice burn rj!

 

TO: Grunt 1; Grunt 2

god, i h8 u both

 

FROM: Grunt 1

ya, u convins urself that beanstak

 

TO: Grunt 1; Grunt 2

ugh, watevr.  Look, thers sumthin super important I need to ask you both.

 

FROM: Grunt 1

im lisenin

 

TO: Grunt 1; Grunt 2

AWESUM!!! wat bout u yj?

…

…

yj?

---

Zoey gave a sigh as she shoved her book back into her locker.  What was she thinking when she decided to take AP Anatomy as a class?!  Like, sure, it was kinda cool learning more about how the body works, but how in the heck would anyone expect someone to remember the difference between brachialis and the brachioradialis?!  Who came up with these names?!

Zoey groaned, slamming her locker door loudly which revealed a familiar face beside her.

"Greetings."

"Holy-!"  Zoey immediately recoiled before recognizing her friend and recovering from her startle.  "Oh, hey Chae.  How long were you standing there for?"

"Not long," Chaeryoung answered unphased.  "I apologize for startling you."

"Eh, don't worry about it," Zoey answered as she tightened the straps of her knapsack.  "What brings you down this hall anyway?"

"Am I not allowed to check in on a friend?"

"Come on Chae, who would stop you?" Zoey asked with a laugh.  "Still though, you don't really drop by my locker unless you need something."

"I do suppose I have made a terrible habit of visiting you infrequently and under specific circumstances," Chaeryoung responded with a sigh.  "I apologize.  I'll try to be better about that."

"Whoa, hey, I wasn't trying to guilt you or anything," Zoey immediately rectified.  "But, I'd rather cut to the chase since I have a test in Precalculus that I can't afford to be late for."

"I understand, I'll be brief," Chaeryoung responded curtly as she returned to her business demeanor.

"I would like to ask you a favor."

---

Lunchtime finally dawned upon the building of adolescent learning.

Only four more periods to go.

Lia sighed as she let her locker door close.  Her entire morning was spent mitigating minor panic attacks and hyper fixating on any conversation she passed by that mentioned the word "Homecoming."  God, why did she volunteer to organize the dance?  Why did she think that'd help her campaign at all?  Also, who started the rumor that Jessie ran for Homecoming King?  That didn't actually happen, did it?

 

BRRRRRRR

Good afternoon Greenstone Mustangs!  This is your Student Body President here to announce that tickets to the Homecoming Game are on sale now during your lunch break so be sure to purchase those ASAP.  Have a great day and let's show McMillan what happens when they mess with the stampede!

BRRRR

The hallway suddenly grew louder with excited chatter and raging footsteps that rushed past Lia like a roaring breeze.  Lia groaned as she gripped her lunch tightly in her fist.

Today was a lunch in the library kind of day.

---

"You can't be serious!"

"I'm dead serious Coal!"  Yuna shouted loudly, palms slamming against the cafeteria table.  "Lia is a thousand percent a Team Ray fan and she would fight you to the death to defend Ray's honor."

"What honor?  Ray's a fucking serial stalker!  He's the whole reason people think yandere is appropriate romantic behavior!"  Coal sunk their teeth into their bologna and cheese sandwich with distaste marring their expression.  "Phillip is way better!  He's not a freaking creep and werewolves are cooler than vampires anyways."

"Then why are you reading a vampire story?"

Sammy gave a friendly wave to the crew which Yuna returned as Coal mostly ignored her presence.  Sammy fluidly slid into the seat next to Coal as she continued.  "I mean, it's obvious that Angela and Ray are gonna get together.  Phillip was just added for plot drama."

"Excuse me, Phillip is more than just 'plot drama,'" Coal interjected pointedly.  "He is Angela's most loyal and caring best friend who treats her like a fucking individual and if Angela can't value and appreciate him for the incredible person he is then that's her loss."

"Ooooh, sounds like someone has a crush."

"Oh fuck off Yuna," Coal grumbled as they stared grumpily at their sandwich while Yuna laughed.

"I'm sorry, I've never seen you so excited about a topic before," Yuna answered with a smile.  "It's pretty adorable."

Coal sank in their chair and grumbled as Yuna continued to laugh.

"Anyways, how've you been Sammy?  Also, how's the video going?!"

"The video's looking awesome!" Sammy announced excitedly.  "I'm still trying to get some more editing done, but I'm hoping to have it posted by the end of the month!"

"That's so cool!"

"I know!"  Sammy announced with a self-satisfied smile.  "Thanks for all your help with that.  Your acting is incredible!"

"Well, you know what they say," Yuna responded with her chin resting on her interlocked fingers.  "A star is only born once a century."

"Um… who says that?"

"Also, it's estimated that there are 6-7 new stars that are born a year."

"Yeah, and that's just in our galaxy, right?"

"Precisely! And with space being infinitely vast, it'd be impossible to actually know-"

"Okay I get the point!"

The table went silent as Yuna took a deep breath in.  Man, how come everyone around them was so much smarter than they were?

"Sorry, 'bout that Yuna."

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that!"

Yuna sighed in response.  "No, it's no big deal."

They leaned their chin back into their hand before a smile crossed their face.

"Though maybe there's a way you could make it up to me."

---

She closed the locker door gently as the metal frame quietly clicked into place.

Only two periods left.

"Chaeryoung!"

She slowly lifted her gaze and turned to the familiar brunette who rushed over.

"Whoo! Wow, I'm glad I was able to catch up to you!"

Chaeryoung smiled as she turned to face the girl fully.  "It's good to see you too Lizzie.  Was there something I could assist you with?"

"Huh? No!  I'm here to help you!"

Lizzie hopped to her feet before readjusting the books that she awkwardly had crammed in her overstuffed arms.

"Zoey told me you asked her for help with a project and I want in!"

Chaeryoung tilted her head in a pause.

"I greatly appreciate that, however I wouldn't want to put you out.  After all, with our first debate competition soon, I don't believe it would be moral for me to request your assistance knowing that what I would request of you would create a conflict in your schedule."

"I understand your point, however, wouldn't it also be considered amoral to withhold information, even with the intent of doing a kindness, because it prevents the interested party in making a fully informed decision on their choices leading to a form of deception?"

Chaeryoung let her head tilt down to hide her smile.  Lizzie had definitely grown up.

"I suppose I could inform you then since you are so eager to know."

Lizzie waited patiently as Chaeryoung gave her a warm smile.

"Here's what we have planned thus far."

---

BRRRRRRRRRIIIIII

The class roared in a flurry of screeching chairs and groaning desks.  Adolescents rushed to their feet speeding off in a stampede towards the exit as the last footfall could be heard just as the bell had finally quieted.

Lia was all alone again.

"Children."

The bitter word fell from the lips of Mrs. Baxter who tsked through her thin lips before turning her sharp green gaze back towards the whiteboard.  Lia cautiously grabbed her backpack and slowly slid it onto her shoulders.  She anxiously crept past the foreboding figure who forcefully erased the parabolic marker stains from the board.  Lia watched carefully, tip-toeing back towards the hallway until she released a relieved sigh upon escaping the classroom.  She wasn't sure why she was always so anxious around Mrs. Baxter, but she had a glare like a gorgon's that would turn Lia to stone anytime Mrs. Baxter looked at her.

Lia shuddered.  She needed to get over herself!  There was always someone to be afraid of.  Always someone to be anxious around.

When would she finally have the confidence to stand up for herself?

Lia scoffed at her own thought as her locker opened in response.

Probably never.  After all, she didn't have the confidence to be honest with Yuna, to stand up to Jennifer,

To tell Ryujin she wanted her to stay…

Her hand clutched against her locker door.  Was Ryujin going to be at the Hussey Hole?  Was Ryujin hoping Lia would be there?  Was it really worth it for Lia to turn down the invitation to clean out the gymnasium?

A sad sigh escaped her as she slowly fed her locker the backpack that carried all of her efforts for the day.  It didn't matter what she did anymore.

She slammed the locker door shut, shoulders scrunching upwards as she sulked towards the direction of the gymnasium.

If she was smart she wouldn't be trying to run for president.

If she was smart, she would have continued to avoid Yuna.

If she was smart she would've seen that setting up the Homecoming Dance was just a trap to humiliate her when her running opponent organized the Homecoming Game.

Nothing she did mattered.

She turned towards the double doors that were the only barrier between her and the object of her frustrations.

Why did she even keep trying?

"LIIIIIIIIAAAAAAA!!!!"

She shot her gaze towards the shout as the ball of energy in human form rushed to her side.

"Whew, glad I got to you in time!"

Lia blinked at her overly enthused cousin in curious bewilderment.

"Um, in time for what?"

"Jesus Yuna, there you are!"

Yeji punched Yuna's shoulder before stopping to give a light heave.

"Dammit Yuna!  You couldn't even wait for me to catch up?"

"Hey, I can't help it if you're so slow!  Besides, this is what you get for leaving me on read earlier today."

"The teacher took my phone because you were texting me during class!"

"Yeji?"

The two immediately stopped their bickering with Yeji giving a wide smile.

"Oh, hey Lia!  Glad to hear you remembered me."

"Of course I remember you!" Lia shouted before taking a calming breath.  "I just… have been… preoccupied…"

"Yeah, I get it," Yeji responded with a sympathetic smile.  "We really should stop seeing each other like this though."

"You know, I'm going to just let that comment slide," Lia responded as she crossed her arms.  "So, what hair-brained scheme did Yuna drag you into this time?"

"Hey!  Why do you say it like that!"

"Because you're always up to something," Lia deadpanned.  "Besides, I thought you were all going to the Hussey Hole today."

"Well…"

"I apologize for my tardiness," Chaeryoung interrupted with a slight bow.  "I hope no one was waiting for long."

"Nah, we just got here ourselves."

"Yeah, because Yeji's so slow!"

"Now listen here you squirrely little-!"

"Everyone!!!"

They all turned to look towards Lia who's patience was visibly running thin.

"Look, I appreciate all of you coming to visit me, however, I do need to get to cleaning up after the Homecoming Dance, so if you'd excuse me, I-"

Lia paused mid-thought as she turned her ears towards the end of the hallway.  The stampeding chatter of a hoarde of adolescents beat against her ears as her eyes gazed to the corridor in the distance.  A mob of her fellow students turned the corner, blocking all vision of the lockers in the distance as they slowly approached Lia.

"Hey folks!"  Zoey cheerily greeted as she brought her entourage to a halt.  "We ready to do this?"

"Hells yes!"

"Absolutely!"

"I'm down!"

"I am not!"

They all turned towards Lia who desperately tried to get her shoulders to relax.

"I apologize for that outburst, but, what is this?!  What are you all doing here?!  Isn't the homecoming game supposed to be going on right now?"

"Aw, an astute series of questions that I believe your local regent can answer."

Jessie stepped forward to give a slight bow to Lia before she continued.

"You see, as the reigning homecoming king, I decided that it was my duty to warn the student base of the meticulous trap being set by the tyranical Trevor Wagner and his henchman Parker Jones to lure the masses to their homecoming game with mystical treasures that would brainwash them into complacency!  So, as any true leader would, I gathered the people to lead them on the path to prosperity."

"Yeah, that is so not what happened," the woman next to Jessie remarked as she playfully nudged Jessie's head with a single finger.

"You're Lia, right?"

"Um, y-yes," Lia paused as she cleared her throat.  She knew she had met this woman somewhere…

"My name's Sydney.  Jessie told me she met you at the beach, though I don't believe we were formally introduced" the girl responded as she gave a warm smile that lit up her dark skin.  "Anyways, Chaeryoung said you might want some help with cleaning up after the Homecoming Dance so we wanted to see how we could assist."

Lia's eyes widened as she looked over the crowd once more.  "You're all here?  To help me?"

"Ugh, please, you think any of us would be caught dead at an event Trevor and Parker organized after all the shit they've put everyone through?" Jessie asked with a roll of her eyes.  "Besides, imagine how pissed they'll be when they look at the stadium and its half empty!  That'll be soooooo worth it!"

"We've all been fed up with Trevor running the show, but he's run unopposed since I transferred here," Zoey stated with the roll of her eyes.  "We're all ready for someone to step in who isn't afraid to shake things up!"

Lia's gaze dropped to her feet as a hand grabbed one of her elbows in a half-hearted hug.

"I…" she released a sigh as her feet slowly turned towards each other.  "I'm not as brave as you all take me to be."

Lia paused, awaiting the inevitable disappointed footsteps to begin their long march back down the hallway when a hand found itself on her shoulder.

"Sometimes, just showing up takes a lot of bravery."

Lia turned towards the voice, finding Sydney's comforting smile as Lia immediately relaxed.

"And besides, I'm down with being king, but being president sounds waaaaay more stressful!"

"Okay, that's the second time you've mentioned being king, so I'm a little confused."

"Oh, I must've forgotten to inform you," Chaeryoung quickly interjected.  "Jessie was nominated as Homecoming King last night."

"What?!"  Yuna immediately shouted before rounding on Chaeryoung.  "Chaeryoung?!  How come Jessie gets to be Homecoming King but I don't?!"

"You didn't put in a nomination," Chaeryoung answered reasonably.  "Besides, I was under the impression you weren't interested in the Homecoming race.  Was I wrong?"

"Ugh, running on a ballot would be a waste of time," Yuna grumbled as they folded their arms.

"Please ignore Yuna, they're just being a butt," Yeji interjected with her charismatic smile.  "And congratulations!  This school might be more progressive than I thought."

"Meh, Parker and Trevor are trying to get it overturned," Jessie brushed off.  "They're claiming we just took advantage of a loophole in the handbook and that I can't be king."

"You know, it may be best if you did have to rescind the crown," Sydney admitted.  "If your head gets any bigger you wouldn't be able to get through the school doors."

"Hey, as long as my head fits the crown that's all that matters!"

Laughter surrounded the students as heavy footsteps rushed towards the scene.

"Yuna!"

The new arrival heaved for breath as they dug their hands into their knees to steady themselves.

"Woo- glad I got here-!  Just- Just gimme a minute."

"Hee hee, don't worry about it," Yuna responded cheerily.  "I'm just glad you made it."

"I mean, we were in the same building so it's not like we were gonna be too late," Sammy responded as she walked up casually behind Coal with her trusty camcorder still in hand.  "You should've seen Coal!  They were just like, 'Quick!  To the gym!  My entire high school happiness is dependent on this!'"

Sammy laughed as Lucas gave her a slight nudge.

"Don't be rude Sammy," Lucas responded with a sigh.  "We were told you'd want some help, so here we are."

"Yeah, we gotta help my cousin get the gym cleared out!"

"And we're here to help too!"

A small girl just a few inches shorter than Lia arrived with a group behind her that Lia believed she should recognize.

"I'm sorry for the delay," the small brunette responded as she lifted herself upright.  "But what kind of a debate team would we be if we weren't here for our president!"

Chaeryoung giggled with a shake of her head.

"You didn't need to do this Lizzie."

"My actions weren't done out of obligation," Lizzie responded with a smile.  "Care ethics taught me better."

"Aw, that's my baby sister for you," Zoey responded as she walked over to ruffle Lizzie's hair who protested the motion.

"Zoey don't embarrass me!"

"It's good to have you all here," Chaeryoung stated politely.  "I should note, Lia did arrange for catering to be provided for all of our volunteers."

Lia immediately turned to Chaeryoung who raised a signaling eyebrow.  Of course, Chaeryoung had planned this all out.  Of course Yuna would have done whatever they could to help.  Of course, Yeji would have shown up, even when she had no reason to, just to help out.

Of course Lia's friends would be there for her.

Lia turned towards the crowd with a smile crossing her face.  "Yes, thank you all for offering so generously your time and energy to helping me clear out the remaining Homecoming Dance decorations!  With all of your help, the gym should be cleared quickly so feel free to unwind after and stay for the catering.  I greatly appreciate you all being here and hope to make you all proud as your future student body president."

The crowd cheered as Lia's heart pounded in her chest.  This was really happening.  She was really standing before the school to announce her intentions of being president! And people were supporting her in it.

She was actually doing this!

"Well, what are we waiting for?"  Yuna asked as they backed towards the double doors.  "Last person done cleaning is a toe fungus!"

Yuna bolted through the double doors with Zoey following close behind.  Coal scrambled after Yuna with Jessie and Lizzie following close behind Zoey as the whole crowd began pouring into the gymnasium, spreading out like wildfire to burn away all evidence of the dance from the night prior.  It was such a change for Lia.  She had spent weeks planning, organizing and decorating the event all by herself.

Why did she ever think she was alone?

"Hey princess."

Lia's eyes widened as she whipped her head towards the voice.  There she was.  Hands in her hoodie pockets and the same indifferent expression that was so meticulously fixed on her face, Ryujin stood in the doorways towards the hall.

"Look, if- if this is gonna be drama I can just-"

Lia rushed over, lightly pinning Ryujin's arms to her body as she pulled Ryujin into a hug.

"Don't go," Lia pleaded as she pulled Ryujin tighter.  "I want you here."

Ryujin paused from the shock, feeling Lia's arms pull tighter, begging Ryujin to stay by her side.  A light smile scratched at Ryujin's lips as she succumbed to the embrace.

"Alright princess.  If that's what you want."

"It is!" Lia exclaimed before shooting Ryujin a pouting scowl.  "Besides, you wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be here so you may as well stay."

"Who said I wanted to be here?" Ryujin responded with a teasing smile as Lia loosened her embrace.  "I was told there'd be free food and I was getting hungry-"

"That is such a lie!"  Lia exclaimed with her hands at her sides.  "Ugh, why are you always like this?!"

"You know you love it," Ryujin responded as she started walking further into the gym.  "So, we gonna get this gym cleaned out, or are you just gonna keep standing there fuming at me?"

"For your information, I'm a wonderful multitasker so I don't see why I can't do both!"

Lia rushed up to Ryujin to give her a nudge who nudged her back as Lia melted into laughter.  This is the way things should've been.  She should've been with her friends.  She should've stayed by Ryujin's side.

It was always when she was there that she was happiest.

She now just needed to make sure she never let go again.

Chapter 35: Mirror

Notes:

It feels like it's been quite a while since I last updated and I apologize for that. Things have been pretty crazy, but crazy in a good way. I've been making friends, finding new hobbies and it makes me feel a little bad since my fanfiction has fallen to the wayside. That saod. I still plan on keeping my fanfiction up, I just can't guarantee when updates will be. I'm also hoping to get back to some of my other stories that I've let fall behind. I thank you all for all of your patience and support and I hope you enjoy the latest update in The Time of Our Lives =)

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They groaned as their fist landed on the glass screen of their phone, but the device continued to cry for their attention.

Stupidass alarm.

Their fingers flailed out to grip the device as Yuna turned their heavy eyes to the bright screen before motioning for the phone to be silent.

God they hated mornings.

The day would wait if they slept in for five more minutes… right?

They hugged the pillow tighter as they curled even deeper into the blankets.

Look out Dreamland, Yuna's coming back.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Yuna!  Get out of bed!  You're going to be late for school!"

"Fuck off Hana…"

Yuna's grumbles were buried into their pillow as the door slammed open.

"Jesus, Yuna, why do you always have to make my life so difficult?!"

"No one's making you do anything," Yuna lightly whined as they threw the blankets over their head.  "Now leave me alone."

"Lord only knows how much I wish I could leave you to your own devices," Hana mumbled as she walked towards Yuna's bed.  "But mother would never let me live it down if I didn't look after her favorite ."

She clawed at Yuna’s blankets as Yuna tried desperately to keep the warm fabrics of comfort close.  Fatigue ended up being Yuna’s downfall as the blankets slid through their fingers and flew triumphantly behind their sister.  They curled into the fetal position and shivered from the sudden chill that ran through them.  Damn, why was it always so cold in the mornings?

"Now get up and get going before I have Dad deal with you."

Hana stormed off as Yuna let the shivers run through them.  That bitch!  God, Yuna was so sick of Hana and her bullshit mind games every morning.  They were half-tempted to stay in bed just to piss off their dad.

Though, they did promise Chaeryoung they would see her before school today.

Yuna sighed.  Maybe they'd get to see Coal too if they got there early.  And Lia was probably already at the school for some ungodly reason.

They groaned, stretching their arms to try to push the lingering feelings of exhaustion out before grabbing their phone.  The light of their screen buzzed as they signed into their Instagram account and smiled.  They were a pretty minor influencer, but it always helped to see their follower count before going to school.  It helped remind them that not everyone in the world was an asshole.

They navigated the page before letting their fingers fly across the keys.

 

[What's up Hussies!  Today, my pronouns are they/them/their.  Sending peace and love <3]

 

They hit the home button on their phone before giving a heavy yawn.

Time to get dressed for the day.

Yuna sighed, expecting getting dressed to be the biggest pain of the day, but it was actually a less dysphoric experience than they had anticipated.  Their binder fit comfortably around their chest and with the shirt and blazer, it was as if they had nothing there at all!

They did have to consider whether to wear tights or not under their skirt.  Ultimately, they decided black leggings would be best.  The autumn weather was getting colder and they liked the idea that, even if they had to wear a skirt, they’d have something that somewhat resembled pants. To finish up the look, Yuna tied off their hair in a low ponytail.  They gave a sigh before turning to look in the mirror.  There wasn’t the rush of devastating dysphoria that would often rush through whenever Yuna put on their skirt on a nonbinary day.  Yuna couldn't help but give a small smile in response.

Maybe today wouldn’t be such a bad day after all.

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“And then Lucas asked if I wanted to use the drill and I was like ‘hells yeah!’”  So he gave me some pointers and it went all ‘BRRRRRR’ and it was so fucking cool!”

“That’s wonderful!  I must say, I’m surprised you were allowed to use power tools for an after school activity.”

“Meh, Lucas brings his own.  There isn’t much to do in stage crew since everything’s ready for the play, buuuuuut, they still let us hold the meetings so we just get to chill,” Yuna explained nonchalantly.  “Speaking of, how’s everything going with debate?”

“Hm… I suppose I don’t think about it much,” Chaeryoung responded with confidence reverberating in the air surrounding her.  “Having debates is just a part of the club so, even though we’ll be debating against another school, I don’t see it as being an event any different from our regular meetings.”

“That’s just because you’re the debating queen!”  Yuna announced excitedly.  “You’re gonna be amazing!”

“Thank you,” Chaeryoung responded with a light giggle.  “As an aside, how are you faring with the school play forthcoming?”

“Meh, dress rehearsals have been a pain with Brian around, but overall it’s not so bad,” Yuna mused.  “It kinda sucks Sammy’s busy running the lights and shit, but Coal and Lucas are fun to hang with so I basically just chill with them backstage till we gotta do a scene change.”

“That sounds lovely,” Chaeryoung answered with the sweetest smile.  “I’m glad you're enjoying yourself and making more friends.”

“Yeah, it’s been pretty cool,” Yuna answered bashfully as they scratched the back of their head.  “You know, for being school stuff.”

Chaeryoung giggled lightly, opening the door fluidly as Yuna stopped in their tracks.  Chaeryoung turned back to look at Yuna who gave a smile.

“Uh, you go ahead.  I’ll wait for you out here.”

Chaeryoung paused, hand still on the door before assenting to Yuna’s request.

“...Very well…”

Chaeryoung walked into the restroom as Yuna released a sigh.

She didn’t need to say it like that .

Yuna’s eyes looked towards the door.  The symbol of a neckless circle floating above a triangle that sprouted arms and legs was plastered next to the door.

That wasn’t what Yuna was.

They clenched their fist that had the yellow bracelet around their wrist.  First period was ten minutes away, and the school day was a good seven hours long.

Yuna released a sigh before turning back to the door.  They were in too good a mood today to let something like this keep them down.

They weren’t going to compromise today.

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1st period

Yuna groaned in their seat as the clock ticked along the wall.  God, who in their right mind thought that taking Pre-Algebra first thing in the morning would have benefitted anybody?!  It’s all just graphs and equations at 7AM when any normal person would still be sleeping!  Not that Yuna managed to stay awake for the full class though.  The school bell was a very effective alarm for Yuna as they rubbed their eyes roughly and zipped out of the classroom.

They gave a relieved sigh as they managed to reach the freedom of the hallway.  No staying after class today!

Hopefully…

Yuna glanced past the restroom as they continued walking down the hall.  They shook their head at it, giving a defiant smile as they moved towards their locker.

They’d already gotten through one period without compromising.

Only six more to go.

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2nd period

Study hall.

Thank God for study hall.

Not that Yuna did anything differently in study hall than in Algebra.

Just give them a few minutes…

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3rd period

Yuna sat with their head down as the teacher continued to drone on about osmosis and and solvents and permeable barriers.  Even if Yuna was sitting up straight they were sure this would’ve all gone right over their head.

“And so, if you have a cup of water with a specific solvent, through osmosis the solution will-”

Yuna looked up as they stared at the water bottle of the student in front of them.  It was so still.  So patient.  Waiting for a student to reach out and chug it down.

Maybe Yuna really was thirsty.

They planted their face back against the desk.  No! They didn’t need water!  That would just complicate things.  They were probably just overthinking things.  They were perfectly fine!

Besides, they only had four more periods to go.

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4th Period

Yuna originally thought that ceramics was a throwaway class Mrs. Sullivan was only recommending Yuna do to try to keep them occupied.  Yuna didn’t believe Mrs. Sullivan when she claimed she was certain that Yuna would love it.

And, though Yuna was loathe to admit it, Mrs. Sullivan was exactly right.

They enjoyed the way the clay felt in their hands as it spun on the pottery wheel and Yuna couldn’t wait to finish up their latest piece!  They dedicated so much time to make it looks like a decapitated ghoul head and it’d make the perfect wake up gift for Hana once it was done!

They walked down the hall as their eyes caught a glimpse of the two bathroom signs.  They forced their gaze away, shaking their head.

They were fine.  They didn't need it.

They could totally last another four hours.

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Lunch

Yuna sat at the table with Sammy and Coal.  Yuna’s fork danced in its mystical world of mashed potatoes and gravy, turning it all brown with each twirl it performed.  The chatter that Sammy and Coal engaged in floated by like leaves in a breeze with the leaves flitting just outside of Yuna’s reach every time they tried to capture them.

Yuna needed to stop worrying they were fine!

Right?

Like, Yuna hadn’t really drank much that day, but the body could survive for like, what? Three days?  It’d only been a few hours!  And Yuna definitely didn’t need to use the bathroom!  They were just thinking that because they were feeling anxious.  They were perfectly fine!

…

…Unless…

They squirmed slightly, discomforted by the sensation that was growing between their thighs.  When was the last time that-

“Yuna?”

They snapped their eyes to Coal and Sammy, both looking at them with concern in their eyes.

“Are you alright?”

Yuna fidgeted underneath their gaze as their teeth bit at their lip.  The sensation between their legs grew more intense as Yuna clenched her whole self shut to try to force it all away.

“Yuna?”

“I… I gotta go.”

Yuna burst out of their chair and ran out of the cafeteria, speeding into the hall and finding the nearest janitor’s closet they could find before slamming the door shut.

This couldn’t be happening today!

God, they seriously hoped this wasn’t happening.

They locked the door and turned on the light.  A shuddering breath escaped them as their hand moved to the waistband of their leggings and underwear.  They pulled down the articles of clothing, throwing their head back in dismay upon the evidence they found there.

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

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“And now, give a round of applause for your host-”

CLICK

“You can’t just leave me like this Jeffrey!  We have-!”

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“ Amore - The scent of Passion.”

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“And that’s how you make gingerbread!”

CLICK

The images flashed by in momentary blips of existence before being extinguished by the thoughtless click of a button.  The words swam around the familiar room, soaking into the walls as their distorted messages lingered in the air, drifting above the rumbling of a machine in the near distance.  The monotonous clicks pierced the atmosphere as the sound of a door creaking open disrupted the scene.

“Oh!” The voice paused with the teen not bothering to raise their gaze from the television.  “Hey Yuna!”

“Hey,” Yuna responded despondently as they continued their mindless channel flipping.

Yeji hummed in response as she looked over Yuna.  Yuna wore their hair in a ponytail with an oversized gray shirt that fell off one shoulder to reveal their binder’s strap that was paired with their black skinny jeans.  They remained disturbingly still as they hugged one of their knees and kept clicking the television remote to the same emotionless rhythm that ticked in the background.  Yeji, not being deterred, hopped over the back of the couch, swiped the remote from Yuna’s hand and gave the remote a final click as an animated octopus blipped into the darkness.

“What’s up?”

Yuna continued to stare at the blank screen, unphased by Yeji’s sudden theft of the remote as they shrugged their shoulders.

“Nothing, really.”

“Yeah, that’s a lie,” Yeji accused before leaning back against the couch.  “You’re never ever this quiet.  Like, ever . So something had to have gone down.”

Yuna slowly curled into themself, hugging both legs as they turned their gaze towards Yeji.  Yeji looked back, unwavering with concern deep in her dark eyes.  Yuna finally gave a sigh.

“My period hit.”

“Shit,” Yeji muttered under her breath.  “How’re you doing with that.”

“I mean, usually, it’s not that big of a deal, but today…”  Yuna sighed with a shake of their head.  “I so seriously did not need it fucking up my day.”

Yuna buried their head in their knees as Yeji moved over to rub their back.

“Why does the world make it so damned hard to just be yourself?”

Yeji sighed.  “I wish I knew,” she answered softly as she continued to rub circles in Yuna’s back.  “I really wish I knew.”

“Yeah…” Yuna sniffled.  They revealed their puffed up face from their knees, rubbing their eyes roughly as they shook their head.  “I’m probably just being stupid.”

“You’re not,” Yeji answered softly.  “Trust me, you’re not.”

Yuna sighed, leaning into Yeji’s shoulder who began to stroke their hair.

“It’s just… today started so well too.  Like, I knew I was nonbinary today, but usually when I put on my skirt on nonbinary days it feels dysphoric, but today it was fine.  Like, being femme presenting nonbinary was where I was at.  But that doesn’t make me a girl and…”

Yuna escaped Yeji’s comfort to groan in their hands.  “God, all because there’s no gender-neutral bathrooms at my school.  Like, that’s all this is really about!  I don’t give a shit that I bleed every month or whatever.  I don’t really feel dysphoric about it, but Christ, I shouldn’t be wondering if I should get a hysterectomy or not just because I can’t trust that I’ll have access to a Goddamned bathroom!”

Yuna clawed at their hair as they growled in frustration.

“And, like, I know I’ve used the women’s restroom before, but why can’t I just have access to the restroom that matches my gender that day!  Why is that so fucking hard?!”

Yuna groaned once more as their gaze turned back forward.

“And it just sucks feeling like I have to spend seventy percent of my time compromising who I am.”

“I know,” Yeji responded softly with a slight shake of her head.  “I know…”

Yuna sighed, letting the tension leave their body before turning back over to Yeji.  “How do you deal with all of this?”

A bitterless chuckle escaped Yeji in response.  “Honestly?  I just try not to think about it.  Which, became much easier when I started passing but…”

She rested her hand on Yuna’s head as she gave a sympathetic smile.

“It also became much easier when I found folks who didn’t give a shit about my body.  Like, no matter how shitty the rest of the world is, there are people out there who will see me for me.”

Yuna gave a slight smile to Yeji who smiled back before scratching the back of her head.

“Course, that doesn’t change the whole bullshit around bathrooms thing.”

“Meh, school is a bullshit institution anyways.  I should be awarded for even bothering to show up today.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Yeji responded with a light chuckle.  “Welp, since we’re here, wanna play some Bust’em ?”

Yuna chuckled as they took the controller from Yeji.  “Get ready to be pulverized asshat!”

“In your dreams fartface.”

They started up the game as Yuna and Yeji fell into comfortable banter.  It still didn’t fix things with school, but it did give Yuna something they desperately needed.

It gave them a place where they could just be them.

And as long as they had that they knew they’d be okay.

Chapter 36: Weapon

“I’m going out to Chaeryoung’s house now!”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately.”

“Is that a problem?”

Piercing eyes seared into her mind.

“We’ll see.”

“Yo, Lia!  You alright lil cuz?”

“Kyaaa!!!”

Lia screamed as she was brutally snapped out of her ruminating by the bubbly sophomore who had just hopped onto the couch seat next to her.  Lia growled lowly as she turned her glare towards the perpetrator.

“Urgh, Yeji!  Why are you always like this?!”

“Uh, because we finally got you back to the Hussey Hole, but you’re still spending your time stuck in your head,” Yeji responded poking at Lia’s head teasingly as Lia swatted the hand away.

“Yeah, come on Lia!!!  You didn’t even comment when I said I was going to use my stage crew powers to dump honey on Brian and fuck with him during the play!”

“Yuna," Lia responded placing the name on a heavy exhale.  "Please try not to get kicked out of the one thing in school that you enjoy.”

“Hey, I’ll be fine!” Yuna announced confidently.  “If I just become president of the stage crew, I can bring in a shit-ton of honey and not need to explain why because I’ll have executive privilege! Also, we already know that the president is immune to any prosecution because the justice system is only here to oppress the little people!.”

Chaeryoung gave a heavy sigh as her face melted into worry.

“Yuna, I do understand that you say this in jest, however I am struggling to cope with the state of our nation at this time given that our justice system is treating that as a legitimate legal defense.”

“Oof, yeah, can we topic change please?  I really do not want to politics rant right now," Yeji cut in with a sip of her coke.  "And besides, you haven’t answered my question.  What’s on your mind?”

Lia sighed, shaking her head as if she could get her worries to let go if she just put in more effort.

“It’s nothing really.”

“That’s never a good answer.”

“Yeah, c’mon Lia!  Tell us what’s up!”

Lia groaned as she looked across the faces of her friends.  Chaeryoung wore that patient smile that always conveyed a comforting optimism.  Yeji looked at Lia with a raised eyebrow in an expression that threatened to not leave until Yeji's answer was satisfied.  Yuna watched with eyes slightly widened in anticipation that Lia knew was a sign Yuna was bracing themself for an answer that would potentially lead to dread.  And Ryujin...

Lia turned towards Ryujin.  She had been silent throughout this whole endeavor, not that Lia really blamed her.  They hadn't talked since the gym, not for lack of wanting to, at least, Lia wasn't actively trying to avoid Ryujin, but she also had so much she had to say to Ryujin that... she just felt like she couldn't find the opportunity to say.  Lia couldn't help but believe that Ryujin would call her out for being overdramatic as usual, but instead Ryujin stayed silent, her brows furrowing slightly under Lia's gaze as the rest of Ryujin face fought to let the concern creep onto her face.

Lia couldn't keep running away like this.

She groaned before turning her gaze towards the ceiling so that she could avoid hyper fixating on any one of her friends’ individual reactions any longer.

“I just don’t feel like I’m getting any better.”

A pause settled over Lia and her friends as the words soaked into the atmosphere.

“Better with what?”

“Everything!”  Lia groaned as she turned back to the group.  “I still panic every time Mrs. Stuart asks where I’m going, every time I hear my name mentioned by a classmate, every time that I think Jennifer and Parker may be waiting for me just around the corner and I’m so tired of being scared all the time!”

Lia sighed heavily, hugging her knees again as she lifted her legs onto the couch.

“I should be better than this…”

“Progress is never a linear endeavor, Lia.”

She turned towards Chaeryoung who offered a warm smile.  “And you have progressed more than you realize.”

“Yeah what Chae said,” Yeji agreed.  “Just because things aren’t perfect doesn’t mean they aren’t better.”

“But this isn’t good enough!”

Lia sighed heavily, the burden of her discontent weighing heavy on her.

“I need to learn how to stand up for myself,” Lia confessed as she hugged herself tightly to cling to her resolve.

“Do you think you could help me?”

“Oh. Hells. Yes!!!”  Yuna bounced off the recliner to take center stage of the room.  “I've been waiting for this!”

“And now I regret asking.”

“No take backs!”  Yuna announced before rushing to their curtain and pulling it down.  “Give me one second!”

Yuna then rushed over to their bedroom as Yeji gave an eyeroll.

“Guess Yuna’s gotta set up their kindergarten presentation screen.”

“Shut up Yeji!”

Yeji laughed as Yuna’s retort was drowned out by the sound of grunts and clattering objects that Lia just imagined to be forming into junkpiles around her cousin.  Eventually, Yuna rushed out of their room with their giant sticky note pad and a 12 count collection of markers that they slammed down onto the recliner.

“Alright team, it’s time for our next mission!”

Yuna hastily scribbled out their mission name in all caps at the top of the sticky note before turning back to their friends.

“It’s time for Project WEAPON!!!”

“I’ll start recording meeting notes.”

“Thanks Chae! You’re the best!”

“Okay, I’m down for a new project,” Yeji responded lightheartedly.  “So what does the name stand for?”

“That’s easy!  It’s-!”  Yuna turned back towards the notepad before scratching their head.  “Well, I mean, the ‘W’ can stand for ‘Weapon’.”

“Brilliant.”

“Ugh, okay Ryujin!”  Yuna shouted as they rounded on the girl in question.  “What do you think it should stand for?!”

“Wussies Eating Ass and Pussies Over Night.”

Yeji gave a hearty laugh as Lia groaned into her hands.  Of course the first thing Ryujin would say all day would be obnoxiously inappropriate.

“God Ryujin, that is brilliant!”

“Hrm… I can come up with something better!  And I’ll make mine rhyme better too!”

“Good luck with that beanstalk.”

“I don’t need luck!  I’ve got Chaeryoung!” Yuna announced excitedly.  "Right Chaeryoung?"

“Although I would hate to cut our mission naming activity short, I'm getting the sense that there is some urgency in this matter.  Am I correct in assuming that Lia?"

Lia hugged herself tighter as the words Chaeryoung said seemed to lay her bare.

“I just don’t want to be like this anymore…”

“Well, and that’s what you’ve got friends for,” Yeji responded with a friendly nudge of her elbow.  “Right Ryujin?”

Ryujin flipped Yeji off who chuckled in response.

“See?  Ryujin’s an expert!  She’ll make you a grade-A delinquent in no time!”

Lia sighed.  “Although that is an idea, I do think Ryujin’s style is a little… abrasive, for my tastes.”

“That’s not what you said last night.”

“Just what are you insinuating!”

Yeji fell over laughing as Ryujin simply responded with a cheeky smile that caused Lia to bristle.

“C’mon Princess.  You know you love it.”

Heat rose to Lia’s cheeks as she continued to glare at Ryujin who was unphased by her reaction.  When was the last time she had seen Ryujin smile like that?  And, dammit!!! Why was that Lia’s thought when she should be annoyed with Ryujin?!  Why was she so irritatingly charming?!?!

“Urrrgh, regardless!”  Lia groaned as she redirected her thoughts to the issue at hand.  “I need to find some way to stand up for myself!”

"Aristotle once said that if you wish to enhance a virtue, you must first err on the vice you are less inclined too," Chaeryoung mentioned.  "Perhaps since you find yourself to be too passive, erring on the side of aggression will help you determine how to assert yourself."

"I... suppose that could work," Lia answered hesitantly.  "I am a little worried about that 'aggression' piece though."

"C'mon Lia, it's Chae telling us to do this!  If she says we need to err aggressively then that's what we need to do!"

"I must note, Yuna's interpretation of my suggestion is semantically inaccurate."

"It's the same difference," Yuna brushed off with the wave of their hand.

"Now come on Lia! We've got some aggressing to do!"

---

Three bus stops and a grocery trip later Lia found herself trekking up a moderately steep hill that her feet protested the existence of as she and her friends carried their collection of paper bags filled with their precious cargo.

“You know Chae?  This would’ve been much easier if you had kept your bulldozer.”

“Even if I had maintained possession of said bulldozer, I would still lack the required credentials that would allow me to operate it.”

“Yeah, but who needs credentials when you have a bulldozer!  You could just plow through anyone who got in your way!”

“Yo, Yej.”

The girl turned towards Ryujin who nodded to the vape.  Yeji’s head shook, smoke riding on her chuckles as she handed the item over.

“Out of cigs already?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“You say that, but you always take my money to feed your nicotine addiction.”

“Sucks to be you,” Ryujin answered as the strawberry cloud floated above them.  Lia watched on from behind.  Maybe she should’ve felt jealous.  The two of them sharing the vape was basically an indirect kiss, right?  One of those activities that small schoolchildren chittered and giggled about whenever someone innocently offered to share their food.  It was just a kind gesture.  Not like an actual kiss.

Lia’s fingers fell to her own lips.

The last time she had kissed Ryujin was in a haze of smoke and alcohol.  The only time she had ever kissed Ryujin she was too drunk to remember it.  There were some words said.  There was Ryujin on top of her.  She tried to remember the warmth that Ryujin must have exuded.  The feel of her fingers tangling in Ryujin’s hair.

The last time she kissed Ryujin...

Her eyes drifted back to the new smoke pillar that floated between her and the sky.

That wasn’t going to be the last time she kissed Ryujin.

Was it?

Lia groaned as her head suddenly felt heavy with all the hazy memories and frantic thoughts scrambling themselves in her head.

What was going to happen if she couldn't get better?

“Hey, Princess.”

Lia immediately snapped back to reality where Ryujin waved the vape in front of her.

“Wanna hit?”

Lia blinked rapidly, her ears failing to comprehend the situation as her eyes tried to piece everything together before her brain got it to click.  She shook her head quickly in response.

“No thank you.  I prefer having the ability to breathe.”

Ryujin shrugged before turning back to take another hit.

“Drama queen.”

“Actually, I thought I was your princess.”

Ryujin choked, the smoke leaked out of her form with every cough as she shoved the vape back to Yeji.

“Damn, that’s all it takes to get you flustered?”

“Fuck off Yeji.”

“No!  No fucking off yet!  We’re almost there!”

Lia sighed.

“And where, pray tell, are we going?”

“Riiiiiight… Here!”

Lia looked around as she noticed the tall black iron gate loomed over her where, through the bars, she could see the driveway lined with flowerbeds and grassy arches.  The driveway stretched upwards where, floating above the arches, one could see a looming white structure with a navy blue roof, standing in stark contrast to the nature that surrounded it.  Lia glowered as she looked at the site.

“What are we doing here Yuna?”

“An astute question!” Yuna announced cheerily before turning toward the fence.  A menacing giggle reverberated within Yuna as they grabbed onto the bars to press their face as close as possible.  “Yes, what would we be doing at my parents’ home with nothing but a bunch of eggs.”

“Well, if you were a reasonable person, I would think we would put them in the fridge,” Lia deadpanned.  “That said, I can’t think of anything a reasonable person would do with 120 eggs.”

“Ugh, you see, this is why you need this!”  Yuna whined as they grabbed the bag from Lia.  “You're too confined by ‘reasonableness,’ but that’s just a convention the man tells you to keep you in line.”

“Well then, what are we doing with all these eggs then?”

“Wait, do you seriously not know what we’re doing?”

Lia gave Yeji a quizzical look before looking around to the other two.  Why did it feel like everyone was in the loop but her?

“Um…”

Yuna placed a single egg in Lia’s hand as they smiled mischievously.

“Alright, throw it over the fence!”

“What?!”  Lia shrieked as she dropped the egg.  It splattered across the ground as Lia scrambled backwards to avoid the yolky explosion.

“Nice.”

“Urgh, I wasn't talking to you Ryujin! Also, Yuna!  Your grand idea is to have me vandalize your house?!”

“Yes!  You have my full approval!”  Yuna announced before turning back towards the house and raising a hand overhead.

“So fire away!!!”

The command lingered in the air, filling the dead space with the hope of chaos and revelry as Yuna awaited the gooey barrage that was to lay siege to their family home.

Except nothing happened.

“Ugh, come on Lia.  What are you waiting for?!”

“Yuna, I’m not interested in vandalizing my aunt’s home.”

“Why not?!  It’s easy!  Here, watch!”

Yuna grabbed an egg and took a few steps back before launching the egg over the fence.  It arched over the iron gate and headed straight towards a parked Mercedes Benz.

SPLAT

REE-OO-REE-OO

“Hey!  What’s going on out there?!”

“Crap!  It’s the groundskeeper!  Run!!!”

“Wait, what!”

“Get back here!”

“Kyaaah!”

Lia dropped the rest of the bag of eggs as she rushed off to follow the rest of her friends who were hurrying down the street.

How did she end up in these situations?

---

God this was so stupid!

Ryujin trudged through the library with her shoulders slumped.  The Greenstone Library was pretty big all things considered.  Five floors with a massive sunroof at the top and all the shelves that housed the books doubled as pillars to hold up the floor above it so that one could see all five floors as soon as one walked in.

One of the better places Ryujin had spent the night before finding a less public place to crash.

Of course, Ryujin hadn’t been back since then, getting dragged along on the princess’ latest freak out mission.  That said, going to the library was probably a better idea than egging the house of the relative that narked on them going to Los Cielos.  Lia was more a booky type than an egg someone’s place type anyways.

Not that Ryujin thought it’d help.

Sure, things were better but they were still… awkward.  Like Lia still felt like she was walking across a tightrope without realizing she was on solid ground.

At least, that’s how Ryujin felt.  After all, they’ve dealt with Parker, Jennifer, and Lia’s damned mom for crying out loud!

Who the hell was Lia still scared of?

Ryujin’s feet stopped.  She had lost the rest of the group, but that was whatever.  They’d notice and send a search party after her or something.

They were all so overdramatic.

Ryujin hugged her elbow slightly tighter at that thought.

Their overdramaticness must have been rubbing off on her.

She shook off the thought before walking through the shelves.  She always found herself going back to the manga section.  There was someone in her past who-

Well, that didn’t matter anymore.

And yet, Ryujin still found herself here.

Yep, definitely caught that overdramatic bug.

Still, she needed to get out of these thoughts, and, well, that’s what books were for, right?

She browsed over the bindings, skimming the ocean of titles before one happened to catch her eye.  Maybe it was the title.  Maybe it was the expressions the characters bore on the cover.  Maybe she was just too tired to keep skimming and just wanted a damned book to keep her mind off things already.

Yeah, that’s what she’ll go with.

It wasn’t at all because the characters were so damn relatable.  Becoming clingy and attached only to isolate herself the instant she sensed drama.  Or avoiding saying the things actually on her mind to put up a front.

Or running away from any close relationship because she knew it wouldn’t last.

POKE POKE POKE

Ryujin swatted away the hand to find Yeji’s giggling smile greeting her.

“Well that finally got your attention,” Yeji giggled before returning to a bright smile.  “I’d been calling for you for ages!  What, did you find something smutty?”

“I’m sure that’s on the 5th floor if you need something to jerk off to.”

“Please, you know me better than that,” Yeji answered with an eyeroll before turning back to the book.  “Wait, I think I’ve read this before.”

“That’s nice you can read.”

“Hey,” Yeji responded completely ignoring the insult.  “You should check it out.”

“Pass.”

“Come on!  I think you’ll really like it!  Plus, I think it could be good for you.”

“Why?” Ryujin bit back.  “Unlike you, I know how to get a girlfriend.”

“Come on Ryujin, you know I know you better than that.”

Ryujin raised an eyebrow at Yeji’s stern gaze.  Even if Yeji did know better, Ryujin wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of admitting that.  Not that Yeji seemed to care as her gaze began to soften.

“Besides, I think that’s exactly why you should check this out.”

She flipped through the pages before handing the book back to Ryujin.  She wasn’t gonna take it.  She didn’t need Yeji’s help and Yeji needed to know that.  But she did look at the page Yeji had opened it to.  There was the girl.  Dressed in her high school uniform as she raised her arms to the ceiling and shouted into the crowded train station.

I!

WILL!

NOT!

RUN!

AWAY!

Ryujin turned her gaze away as she hugged herself tighter.

“I’m sure you're just as scared as Lia is about whether or not the two of you will work out, but the fact that you're both here tells me something.”

Ryujin didn’t respond.  She would just sit there and let Yeji do her preachy thing and then-

“You both are determined to not run away from each other this time.”

Ryujin bit her lip.  Her instincts were telling her to bite Yeji’s head off and tell her to mind her own fucking business, but the words caught in her throat.  Caught by the hope that Yeji’s words had given her.  That she and Lia might actually do things differently this time.  That Lia might actually be seriously considering them getting together.

Why was that as terrifying as it was exciting for her?

“There you girls are!”  Yuna announced before their eyes caught the book.  “Hey, watcha got?”

Yuna immediately snatched the book to skim its contents before their face beamed.

“Oh my God, this is perfect!”

They rushed back out down the main hallway as Yeji and Ryujin followed with their eyes.

“Lia!!!”  Yuna loudly announced as they found Lia just down the hall.  “Quick!  Turn down the hall and shout ‘I will not run away!’”

“Yuna!  We’re in a library!”  Lia whispered harshly.  “You need to keep your voice down!”

“No!  You need to find your resolve!”  Yuna proudly asserted.  “So get to shouting!”

“Yuna!  I’m not going to-!”

“Miss Shin!”

“Whuh-oh!”

“What are you doing in my library?!”

“Sorry Lia, gotta go!”

“Not so fast young missy!”

Yuna dashed past Lia as the librarian gave chase causing Lia’s head to whirl.  Why was it that anytime they go somewhere it turns out that Yuna’s banned from that place?

“Any luck on finding your answer.”

Lia sighed.  That debacle must’ve given Chaeryoung enough time to catch up.

“Unfortunately not.”

“These things do take time,” Chaeryoung responded kindly.  “However we all have full faith in you.”

Lia’s shoulders relaxed slightly at that.  She still wasn’t too sure that faith was warranted, but...

She turned her gaze down the hall catching the remainder of her friends.  Ryujin and Yeji got entangled in their own side conversation when her eyes happened to catch Ryujin’s.  Ryujin quickly turned her gaze back away as Lia’s head dropped.

They both said they didn’t want this push and pull anymore.  And they definitely haven’t pushed each other away again.

…Yet.

But Lia told Ryujin her intentions.  She told Ryujin she wanted her there, but since then Lia’s been waiting for any little incident that would completely derail everything.

And Lia knew Ryujin must realize that too.

“I can’t leave until I know I’m better.”

She bit her lip as she let the flow of time sway around her.  What if she couldn’t get better though?  What if she fails Ryujin again?  What if she never finds the courage to-

A stern hand on her shoulder pulled Lia out of the torrent of her mind as she was met with Yeji’s kind smile.

“I have an idea.”

---

“So, anytime shit got stupid or I needed to blow off steam my big brother would always take me here.”

Lia’s gaze scoured the area.  She had heard of such a space known as “the junkyard,” a dystopian plane filled with car carcasses that were strewn as far as the eye could see, but, to be honest, Lia had honestly believed that such a setting only existed in the realm of fiction.

Yet, here she was.

“So, what was the purpose of bringing me here?”

“Come on Lia!  Even you should know what you do at a junkyard!”

Lia turned towards Yuna who happily carried a baseball bat as Lia sighed.

“I still have doubts this is going to work.”

“Maybe it won’t, but, hey, you never know until you try, right?”

Lia knew Yeji intended that to be comforting, but all it did was make Lia hug herself tighter.

This was all feeling like a waste.

“If you would like us to reconsider this activity we can.”

Lia turned towards Chaeryoung who gave her a soft smile.

“We won’t force you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“It’s fine,” Lia responded with a sigh.  Despite it all, despite feeling hopeless, she still had to give it a try.  After all, she failed to come up with any other ideas, and she couldn't just do nothing.

Besides, what else would one do when desperate then whatever was recommended?

“Alright Lia, this one looks good.”

Yuna giddily gave Lia the bat as Lia gripped it in her hands.  It was heavier than a tennis racket, more cumbersome.

And it was missing the warmth of Ryujin’s hand on it.

She so greatly regretted letting go of Ryujin’s hand that day.

She couldn’t let go again.

SMASH

Cheers erupted at the sound of the crunching metal as Lia panted heavily, eyes fixed on the dent in the side of the hood that stared back at her.  The car was now marred with an imprint of Lia’s anger, fear and desire as Lia gripped the bat tighter before swinging it into the windshield.  The glass shattered and sparkled as the sharp shards cut into her thoughts.

She hated herself for letting go.

The bat swung down on the passenger side mirror as the appendage dangled helplessly, holding onto the last bit of wire that would allow it to remain whole.

She hated herself for feeling so weak.

The bat swung into the frame, cracking the passenger side window as her reflection in it fragmented.

She hated that she wasn’t better.

That bat swung back on the hood with a dull thunk as tears fell around the metal weapon of destruction.

“Why am I so pathetic…”

The bat clattered against the car before falling to the ground as Lia felt a pair of arms engulf her.

“You are not pathetic!”

Yuna whirled Lia to face them as Lia continued to wipe her tears.

“Lia, you are stubborn and dedicated and kind and brave, so don’t say you’re pathetic!”

“Yuna…”

A sniffle escaped Lia as she shook her head fervently.

“I’m not getting better…”

“Lia…”

A heavy sigh escaped Yuna as Yeji arrived with a kind smile.

“Hey, you’ve been working super hard today so, how about we get you something?  Yuna’s treat.”

“Wait! What?!”  Yuna responded before turning back to Lia.  “Er, I mean, yeah!  I can totally grab you something!  Even if it’s the fake frozen custard shit you like.”

Lia sniffed lightly as she hoped her tone came out as admonishingly as it would if she wasn't so rattled.  “You mean frozen yogurt?”

“No!  It’s an affront to all ice cream!”

“And, it’s totally what we’re getting Lia,” Yeji responded.  “C’mon Yuna!  Chae, You mind coming?  It'll be easier to carry on the bus with more hands.”

A quick pause was all it took for Chaeryoung to calculate her decision.

“Of course.”

“Cool,”  Yeji remarked before turning back to Lia with a smile.  “Text us if you need anything!”

And with that the group wandered out of the junkyard leaving Lia behind.  Which, honestly she wasn’t too upset about.  After that little display she wasn’t exactly keen on going anywhere else anyways.  She pulled on the skirt of her dress before sitting down as she hugged her knees close to her chest.

Why was she still like this?

“Hey…”

Lia’s eyes snapped up to find Ryujin who’s lips had curled just slightly enough for Lia to find a hint of sympathy.

Oh.  So this was Yeji’s plan.

Ryujin made herself comfortable sitting next to Lia on the dead grass as she lit a cigarette.  The smoke filled the air, blanketing the two of them in a cloud of their own creating as Lia wiped away the last of her tears.

“I apologize for that display.”

Lia hugged her knees tighter, refusing to meet Ryujin’s eyes as she cast her gaze aside.

“I am truly pathetic.”

Ryujin didn’t respond.  Just took another drag from her cigarette before releasing it to block out the sky.

“What happened?”

Lia turned to look at Ryujin, her gaze fixated on the toxic clouds she released into the atmosphere.  Lia turned away.  She didn’t deserve Ryujin’s empathy.

“The same thing that always happens,” Lia confessed bitterly.  “I got scared.”

Ryujin’s cigarette smoke continued to embrace them, connecting the two even when their gazes were apart.

“Scared of what?”

Lia hugged herself tighter, looking like a snail slowly retreating into their shell.

“Mrs. Stuart’s been making some comments,” Lia admitted softly.  “I think she’s gonna try to get me in trouble for seeing you all.”

Ryujin hummed lightly as her cigarette fizzled out in her hand.

“And, I promised I wasn’t going to push you away again, but I’m beginning to realize that the reason I did that was to give me a false sense of autonomy.  If I was going to lose you either way, then it may as well be my choice.”

Ryujin’s gaze dropped, her bangs falling over her eyes as the cinders of her cigarette inched dangerously close to her fingers.

“But…” Lia’s grip tightened on her elbows as her gaze sharpened.

“I don’t want to believe losing you is the only choice I have.”

A sigh escaped her, her fingers loosening as if deciding there was nothing left to hold onto.

“I just wish I was better.”

Silence settled over the two of them as the butt of Ryujin's cigarette sparked and fizzled.  Finally, Ryujin snuffed out the cinders as the sound of dirt being scattered by cinders surrounded them.

“Can I borrow your phone?”

“What for?”

“Fine then, don’t.”

“Well, what are you using it for?”

“Do you not trust me?”

Lia narrowed her eyes at Ryujin briefly before giving a sigh.  “I do,” Lia relented as she unlocked the pattern on her phone.  “Though sometimes I wonder why.”

“Smart girl,” Ryujin responded in a tone that made Lia think she was being sardonic.  “Say cheese.”

 “Huh?!”

CLI-CLISH

Ryujin handed Lia back her phone to inspect her photography work.  Her wide eyes were red from her recent embarrassment of a breakdown and her bun was slowly unraveling on top of her head as Ryujin had her chin tilted up and eyes looking down in a mocking posture.  Lia grimaced.

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m not thanking you for this,” Lia asserted before turning back to her phone.  “And why did you need my phone anyways if your plan was to take a terrible photo?  You could've just used your phone!”

“That photo’s for you.”

Lia rolled her eyes at the response.  Honestly, why did she ever think that Ryujin would give her a direct answer?

“Lia.”

Her thoughts immediately stopped as all of her attention was turned towards Ryujin's voice.

“You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t better.”

Lia’s thoughts stopped as she turned back towards the photo.  She was an absolute mess, hair ragged, eyes puffed out and cheeks messy from dried tears.

But she was still there.

When Mrs. Stuart made her remarks Lia could’ve pushed them away again.  Made up some flimsy excuse and avoided them for forever again.

But this time she didn’t.

She showed up at the Hussey Hole.  She spent the day with her friends.  She refused to abandon them, even as the anxieties were eating away at her.

And Ryujin-

She brushed her fingers over the photo as a soft smile washed over her.  Ryujin believed she was getting better.  She stayed by Lia's side the whole day, even when Lia didn't know how to address her or what to say, they were both still there.

Ryujin was going to be there.

It was up to Lia to make sure she didn't lose her.

“Ryujin?”

“Yeah?”

She pressed her lips against Ryujin’s cheek in all too fleeting a gesture.  Ryujin whipped her head, eyes wide, jaw slightly agape and cheeks reddening in what Lia was certain was the most visible expression she’d ever seen on Ryujin’s face.

“Thank you.”

She got up, brushing the dirt off her dress as Ryujin continued to watch anxiously.

“I need to start heading home, but I’ll text you later tonight,” Lia stated as she turned back to Ryujin.

“I promise I’m not pushing you away again.”

She gave Ryujin a brave smile before turning back to leave the junkyard.  Ryujin lifted a hand to her cheek.  The warmth of Lia’s lips tingling against the flushed skin there that Ryujin refused to let go of.

After all, past experience told Ryujin anytime Lia pulled her close would inevitably be followed by long periods of missed calls and ignored messages.

So she was going to hold onto this feeling as tightly as possible.

And brace herself in case it's the last.

---

The trek back home felt long and burdensome.  Every step Lia took felt heavier than the last, as if the roads had been replaced with quicksand that was slowly threatening to swallow her whole.

Those were a lot of brave words she had told Ryujin.  She wanted them to be more than words though.  Those were meant to be Lia’s commitment, both to Ryujin and to herself.

She promised she wouldn’t push Ryujin away.

She intended to hold true to that promise.

She inhaled deeply as her hand held to the door handle.  What were the odds that Mrs. Stuart would be waiting for her on the other side?

She opened the door, lights escaping as far as the doorframe would allow them into the darkness as Mrs. Stuart waited patiently.

“You’re home rather late, Miss Choi.”

Lia slowly closed the door behind her, tempering her shaking hand as she tried to calmly remind herself there was no reason to panic.  After all, she's dealt with Mrs. Stuart for at least a decade.

So why wasn't this any easier?

“Preparations for the student council election have been rather intensive,” Lia responded, inhaling through her nose in hopes of hiding the anxiety in her breath.  “Chaeryoung has been instrumental in supporting me in my campaign.”

Mrs. Stuart narrowed her eyes as she pushed her glasses further up her nose.  “You've certainly been putting a lot of time into this campaign of yours.”

Lia’s hand tightened on the handle before she willed her grip to relax and let go.

She couldn’t run away now.

“Becoming student body president would be a large responsibility,” Lia responded, ironing out the words in her head of any anxiety attempting to weave itself into her voice.  “And I wish to assure my peers that I will dedicate the time necessary to support them.”

“Is that so,” Mrs. Stuart questioned with the gaze of a hawk eyeing a mouse.

“Indeed.  Now, is there anything else?”

“Actually there is.”

Lia internally sighed as she steeled her resolve.  She was desperately hoping that would be the end of it.  She just wanted to get out of there and on with her life.  What more did they have to say to each other?

“I found this in your room.”

Mrs. Stuart slowly unfolded the canvas in her hands as Lia's eyes widened..  The corners were torn from being carelessly ripped off a wall as the fold creases caused the image to concave.  Despite the creases and the tears, the indomitable image of her smiling with her friends etched in pencil across the poster blazed against the page.  She lurched forward, hands futilely reaching for the prize as Mrs. Stuart stepped just out her reach.

“Give that back!  It’s mine!”

“Oh, so you admit that you’ve been dallying with your cousin and her delinquent friends.”

“As the poster clearly states it was given to me on my birthday!”

“And you were told in Los Cielos not to consort with Yuna and her friends.”

“But that was before mother returned and made me promise that as long as I don't see them again I could visit Chaeryoung!”

Lia paused.  She desperately hoped that last comment sounded convincing through her ire.  She wasn’t sure what she’d do if it wasn’t.

“I suppose you may be right.”

Lia relaxed slightly, turning back to Mrs. Stuart whose eyes roved the canvas with a judging gaze.

“However, I wonder if your mother would still allow you to consort with Chaeryoung if she saw this display.”

Lia swallowed hard.  “Mother is already well aware that Chaeryoung and Yuna are friends.”

“But is she aware you are all engaging in underage drinking?”  Mrs. Stuart asked rhetorically.

Lia’s heart began to panic.

“You have no proof of that.”

“Please, what are you consuming in this doodle then, canned water?”

Lia's heart stopped in her chest. Her mind scrambled for any kind of response, any kind of defense, but none of the words seemed sufficient.

Was she really going to have to push Ryujin away again?

“That’s what I thought.”

Mrs. Stuart began folding up the parchment before tucking it away in her blazer pocket.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a call to make to your mother.”

“Wait!”

“Miss Choi, you have stalled me long enough-”

“If you show mother that poster, then I’m telling her what you actually do here at night!”

The footsteps stopped as Mrs. Stuart’s gaze slowly peaked over her shoulder.

“What are you insinuating?”

Lia’s heart pounded even harder.  She desperately just wanted to run away, but she couldn’t do that anymore.  She was always running from someone.

She wasn’t going to allow her fear to control her life anymore.

“I know you’re having an affair.”

Mrs. Stuart laughed in a bitter tone as if to mock Lia for suggesting such a thing.

“That is quite the accusation Miss Choi, however you lack any proof that-”

Lia’s phone interrupted Mrs. Stuart’s retort as the sound of heavy breaths and soft moans could be heard from the screen displaying Mrs. Stuart.  Her back was pinned against one of the pillars in their entryway as her fingers curled and clenched into the hunched over back of the man nipping at her neck.

“You little-!”

“Give me back my poster and promise that you’ll leave me and my friends alone!  Otherwise, mother will see the kind of friends you bring into her house while she’s gone.”

Lia kept her gaze level as she kept her body turned.  Planning to escape if need be, but she wouldn’t back down.

She wasn’t going to risk her friends again.

That said, she didn't really have a plan "B" after this.  Lia could feel herself being dissected by Mrs. Stuart's eyes as she hoped desperately Mrs. Stuart would comply.

She just wanted this to be the end of it!

“Fine.”

Mrs. Stuart pulled the poster out of her blazer before tossing it to the ground.  She started stomping towards the stairs before turning back with eyes ablaze.

“If I hear anything from Mrs. Choi on what we’ve discussed then I swear you will regret it.”

Her footsteps continued to storm up the stairs and rage across the upper floors until Lia could no longer hear them.

Was this… really the end of the discussion?

Had she actually… won?

She walked gingerly towards her poster and unfolded it as a smile crossed her face.

This wasn’t the end.  And this likely wasn't going to be the last time she faces Mrs. Stuart like this.  But none of the political games mattered.

She was going to see Ryujin again.

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

 

I did it Ryujin!

 

She hugged the poster close to her chest as, suddenly, her heart was lightened with feeling free.

 

TO: Shin Ryujin

 

I finally stood up for myself.

Notes:

The manga referenced here is Adachi and Shimamura

Chapter 37: Voltage

It was so like Yuna to do this.

Here we were stranded in some dystopian cesspool of darkness and despair because someone claimed it would be the most ideal locale to spend our Saturday afternoon. The buildings all leaned slightly to either side, clearly too burdened with existing in such a desolate world to be able to rise to their full height, which also made it rather nerve wracking to walk any streets since said buildings looked like they were bound to topple over at any minute. To be honest, I suspected they would as soon as anyone dared a step forward.

Of course, our current location wasn’t the only thing that left much to be desired.  I have no idea who decided that I should be wearing black… short shorts.  Those with the leather boots, a dark vest and fingerless gloves left me believing I was dressed by a 10-year old boy.

“Lia, I finally found you!”

I snapped my vision towards the voice and, lo and behold, there was Yuna.  Looking at Yuna’s attire just solidified in my mind who was the culprit in my current state of dress.

“Yuna, what are we even doing here?”

“Duh, we’re having an adventure!”  Yuna announced cheerily before looking me over.  “Damn, I kinda feel like I should’ve taken that skin instead…”

“Um…” I had considered asking for clarification, though decided ignoring the comment was probably my best course of action here.  “Well, your outfit doesn't look too different from mine.  At least, ignoring the skirt and the mismatched boots.”

“God, don’t remind me!  I couldn’t even figure out my pronouns since my energies just feel so out of alignment but… this at least didn’t feel terrible…”

“That's good at least," I offered tentatively before giving Yuna a soft smile.  "I think it suits you.”

Yuna's smile burst into a grin that told me I had stated everything Yuna needed to hear.

“Thanks Lia.  You’re the best.”

BLOOOOP

“Heyo!”

I followed the voice to blue lights and a bright grin as Yeji sent us a friendly wave.  She was in a black crop top that had “CITY” written on it twice, once in flames and once in ice.  Her shirt was paired with baggy camo pants, complemented with gloves that only covered her palms and polished off with a chain necklace.  I… personally would not have recommended wearing anything like that, though I had to admit, Yeji wore the outfit well.

“Damn Yeji!  Where’d you get the chain?!”

“Uh, in the store obviously!”  Yeji responded with a giggle.  “You would’ve found it too, if you’d bothered checking all the options.”

“But I wanted to get started already!”  Yuna whined with a pout.  “Besides, I couldn’t keep Lia waiting here by her lonesome!”

“Yuna, I wouldn’t have been here first if you didn’t pick out the first outfit you saw for me.”

“And risk you abandoning us before we can get into any real mayhem?!  As if!”

GROAN

BLOOOOP

“I hope I haven’t missed too much of our engagement.”

“No way, Chae!”

“Yeah, we’re just getting started!”

“Good to see you, Chaeryoung,” I greeted in what comparatively was a demure tone.  Chaeryoung was dressed in a white crop tank top with black straps and form fitting blue pants.  It wasn’t her typical attire, though I couldn’t help but be a little envious that she managed to make it look classy while I was stuck in this drudgery of an outfit.  Honestly, what was even the point of a vest!  They’re basically the culturally appropriate cape.  A juvenile accessory with an increased risk of getting one caught in hazardous situations.

BLOOOOOP

“Well look who showed up fashionably late.”

Ryujin turned towards Yeji, her cocky smile fixed in its usual position.

“No need to be mad that I look better than you.”

“Please, Ryujin, you call this fashion?" Yeji asked as she lightly pulled on Ryujin's jacket.  "You look like you tried to disguise yourself as a traffic light.”

“Coming from the wannabe emo with the chain necklace," Ryujin challenged with an eyeroll.  "It was nice that animal services to let you out of the pound today.”

“Hey, don’t be mad that I actually have some fashion sense," Yeji gloated.  "If you ever decide you wanna stop dressing like you shop from Dumpsters R’ us, you know who to call.”

“Man, fuck you!”

Ryujin gave Yeji a push as I watched her laugh in response.  She wore leather boots that went just below her knees as her cropped black denim short-shorts showed off her smooth legs.  She had a dark navy blue shirt underneath her black jacket that had red and green stripes that ran down the front from the shoulder.

It just seemed so Ryujin.

“Like what you see?

It took me a moment to realize that Ryujin was talking to me and another moment to recognize the cocky smirk she bore across her face.

I felt my face morph into a grimace.  Was I happy to see Ryujin?  Yes.  Was I going to let Ryujin know that?

As if.

Call me stubborn.  Call me immature.  Call me foolish, but every time I saw that arrogant smile grace Ryujin’s face my instinct was to always deflect.  Besides, Yeji and Yuna tease me enough about Ryujin that I was certainly not inclined to provide them more ammunition to use against me.

“I would like what I saw better if I actually knew what I was seeing,” I responded sardonically.  “Where are we and what are we even doing here?”

“Don’t worry noobie, we got you.”

“Noobie?”

I grimaced as Yeji slung an arm around my shoulder in an overly friendly gesture.  Her other arm waved in a grandiose manner to the desolate urban wasteland we had found ourselves in.

“Welcome to Volt City!”

“That- is very unhelpful,” I informed Yeji while carefully removing her arm from my shoulders.  “What is Volt City?  And, again, what are we doing here?”

"Volt City is the best place to do whatever you want!” Yuna shouted enthusiastically.  “Like, check this out!”

Yuna rushed over to the nearest motorcycle.

“Yuna, what are you doing?”

“Getting me a ride obviously!”

Aaaand there’s the panic setting in.

“Yuna, you can’t just steal a motorcycle!  Besides, you don’t even have a license!  Do you even know how to drive it!”

“Yep!  Just watch!”

The engine revved as Yuna quickly hit the gas, causing the motorcycle to bullet out of its parking spot before Yuna drifted loudly into a U-turn to zoom past the rest of us.

“See you all later!”

I continued to scream at Yuna to get back here.  To stop being reckless and stupid and to follow the rules for once as my voice was answered by the diminishing engine noise with Yuna disappearing into the city.

God, how did I manage having Yuna as a cousin all this time!

“Welp, no sense in me hanging around here either,” Yeji announced as she moved towards a car whose purple paint was barely visible with all the flames painted across its sides.

“Um, that’s not your actual car, is it?  Also, I thought you needed a licensed adult to drive with you since you only have your permit.”

“Well, I don’t see any licensed adults here and I gotta practice at some point,” Yeji responded as she slammed the door behind her.  “Later losers.”

The tires screeched as Yeji and the car careened into the distance before disappearing from sight.

“Am I the only reasonable person here?”

“Perhaps, though that would depend on what you define as reasonable.”

I gave a heavy sigh.  “Not you too, Chaeryoung.”

“My apologies for any forthcoming disappointment, however I have received a request of interest that I would like to pursue.”

Chaeryoung confidently strode towards the nearest motorcycle which, seriously, since when did everyone know how to ride a motorcycle!  She grimaced at the controls though which caused me to impulsively ask, “Is something the matter?”

“I simply wish they would have provided helmets with these vehicles to promote greater safety habits.  Regardless.”

I groaned as Chaeryoung started up the motorcycle, driving past me in a much more controlled manner as she gave me a light smile.

“I hope the two of you enjoy your time in Volt City.”

And then she was off.  Not quite as quickly as the other two due to her obeying basic traffic regulations, but she was gone nonetheless.  Leaving me alone.

“So, what’s your plan, Princess?”

My heart skipped as I whipped my head towards the voice.  Ryujin was still there?!  I mean, I guess she must've been part of the 'two' Chaeryoung had said in her farewell, but usually in our group adventures she would find a way to strike out on her own.

But now I was completely alone.

With Ryujin.

Why was that both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time?

“Alright, don’t tell me.  Later.”

My brain snapped to the words as Ryujin began scaling the nearest chain link fence.  My heart started to panic.  She wasn’t just going to leave me here, was she?!

“W-wait!”

Ryujin paused at the top of the fence as my voice struggled to find itself.

“W-where are you going?”

Silence was her response as my heart continued to pound in the empty space to demand Ryujin’s attention.

“Wanna find out?”

She extended her hand to me as all I could do was stare at it.  Maybe it was because it was just us.  Maybe it was the warmth I felt in being offered her hand in invitation to wherever she wished to take me.  Maybe it was the slight crease in her brows that made her hopes so apparent on her face when her voice tried to convince me of her indifference.

Or maybe it was because I was tired of making excuses after everything we’ve been through.

“Yes.”

The word fell out of my mouth as my hand reached for hers.  Her hand was warm as it gently wrapped around mine and firm like a promise of never letting go.

“Alright,” she answered with a smile that betrayed her tone as she helped pull me up the fence.  Climbing it was easier than I envisioned as I quickly found myself sitting right next to Ryujin, her smile, bright and subtle like a sunbeam that just found a break in a cloud covered sky.  “Just don’t slow me down, kay Princess?”

I had to stifle a giggle at the response.  Her attempt at keeping her closed off facade was floundering fantastically.

And I couldn’t help but feel special because of it.

---

The pounding of my eardrums becoming absolutely demolished was the only thing I could comprehend as I drove my car down the boulevard.  I guess it wasn’t technically my car but, meh, details.  It’s not like the actual owner was going to care that I took their car.  Or that I found a wallet in the central console.  Man, everyone else was going to be missing out!

Well, except for Chaeryoung since she wasn’t a fan of shopping.

Or Ryujin and Lia since Ryujin was probably going to drag Lia into something stupid.  Or romantic.  Or both.

God, I really hope they’re doing something though!  The way Ryujin acts all irritable when she’s embarrassed or how Lia deflects any of Ryujin’s flirts as her face turns beat red.  There’s no way they didn’t make up or make out when they were alone at the junkyard!

Not that Ryujin would tell me no matter how much I asked.

Of course, Ryujin would then deflect any of my questions by stating that the only reason I was so hyper fixated on her relationship with Lia was because I was too afraid to get a girlfriend of my own.  Which is patently untrue!

After all… there was Noemi.

She... really surprised me.  Meeting me after work when any other teenager would’ve been at the Homecoming Dance with someone who could actually afford to be a normal teenager.

Who could actually afford to be themself.

SCREEEEE

I drifted the car into the circular driveway as I finally found the perfect place to spend my newfound cash.

“Is this the valet?”

A stocky boy with shaggy hair and a black tie suit walked over to me with a relieved smile.

“Sure is miss.  Want me to take care of your car for you?”

“Most definitely!”

I hopped out of the car and handed him my keys and a $20 tip as the tips of my fingers glided over his hand.

“Take good care of her for me.”

I gave a coy smile and a wink before turning towards the door.  The glass window was perfect for seeing his wide grin and flushed face before he turned towards the driver’s seat and started the car.  I couldn’t help but give myself a self-satisfied smirk over that.

It was too easy.

I stormed into the store, walking straight to the women’s clothing section as I grabbed any piece of clothing that I could fill in my arms before skipping towards the dressing room.

It was so easy.

I tore through the clothes, modeling for myself the ballroom gown, the t-shirt and leggings, the crop-top and belted skirt, the short summer dress.

It was so unfairly easy.

I just wished it could be this easy all the time.

---

The city was bustling as per usual.

I was stopped at a stoplight peering at my surroundings from my vehicle’s seat and watching the pedestrians casually stride down the sidewalks surrounded by the sloping city buildings.  When I first came here with Yuna, I couldn’t help but believe that Volt City’s architecture was originally designed to imagine the Leaning Tower of Pisa with the neon lights of The Vegas Strip.  Some of the smaller buildings had upper floors that jutted out to provide an overhang where the height wouldn’t allow a lean to look particularly prominent.  That said, given that it always seemed to be perpetually nighttime and that the buildings seemed to alight themselves with bright colors and digitized flames, it seemed as if the city constructed itself to look more like a glamorized dystopian than an actual one.

That never stopped Yuna though.  Yuna loved frequenting this city, driving around the town and getting into all sorts of mischief.  I never would have chosen a motorcycle as my preferred mode of transportation if Yuna hadn’t suggested it.  After all, motorcycles are much more fatal to drive, though they do have increased fuel efficiency due to their small size.  That said, my lack in confidence of being capable of riding one without practice was overridden by Yuna’s temerity and enthusiasm.  It didn’t take long to learn the functions of the vehicle and once I gained my footing, so to speak, Yuna and I would race each other through the city.

Yuna appeared to be in a hurry to be elsewhere today though.  I couldn’t help but wonder at Yuna’s plans for the day.

As well as wonder if I would enjoy being here without Yuna's company.

It was a little embarrassing to admit as I slowly rode through the city, but I was at an impasse.  I had only ever come here with Yuna, and Yuna would direct all our activities.  Without Yuna’s impulsivity and encouragement the roads felt a little quieter than I was accustomed to.  I had feared that perhaps I had developed an over dependence on Yuna.  Perhaps this was simply a symptom of that.

I released a sigh as I finally parked the motorcycle.  Riding around was simply driving me towards more thoughts of Yuna, and those thoughts were both unnecessary and unhelpful.

After all, we were both going to have to grow up eventually.

And when we grow up… where will we both end up then?  If our paths aren’t together, then where will those roads take us?

Could Yuna and I still be friends once we find our destination?

Another sigh.  I certainly needed to get my thoughts in better order if they were causing me this much exasperation.  I couldn't have been too far from the meeting point now, could I?

I returned to my phone, trying to find the request that suggested I head up a blue lit building.  If Yuna didn’t require my presence, then there must be someone who would at least appreciate my assistance.  And that person appeared to be just three meters away from me.

“Hey.”

I followed the gruff voice to a broad built man with a skin tight white shirt beneath his folded arms and a cigarette carelessly gripped in his mouth.

“I’m looking for some good racers since Skippy fucking bailed.  What do you think kid?  Wanna make some cash?”

---

Man, Volt City is the fucking greatest!

No one cares if you follow the traffic rules, or if you run into a fire hydrant or if you barge into people as you’re running into the nearest King Burger to fill up on grub before you engage in more chaos!

Yeah, Volt City was the greatest.  If only school was like this!  I’d enjoy it way more that way!

Though I’m sure Chaeryoung would have some things to say about that, at least on the barging into people and maybe the destroying property thing.

And, I get that, I really do.  But sometimes people take things too seriously and rules are too stuffy and sometimes I just need to let out all the energy I have that just festers and builds from too many hours sitting in a chair because someone told me too!

I just gotta feel like I'm finally free!

“LET’S FUCKING RIOT!!!”

I grabbed the nearest garbage can and lifted it over my head.  King Kong eat your fucking heart out!  I spun around a couple of times before launching the garbage can.  Where to?  Who cares?!  It’s fucking Volt City where you can do whatever the fuck you want!

CRAAAAAAA

That shattering glass sprinkled like rain across the solid flooring on the other side of the wall.  The other side that showed the face of a bewildered police officer.  The smile on my face immediately died as the sounds of a siren went off behind me.

Of fucking course this would happen.

---

“So, I must ask. In a city with a population of over 1.2 million, how is it the only restaurants in this place are King Burger and  Eatza Pizza?”

“Welcome to Volt City.”

Lia gave one of her trademark exaggerated huffs.  My guess was this one was out of exasperation, though annoyance was always a safe bet whenever I was involved.

Either way, it’s not like there was anything I could do about it.  We were already at the patio seating of the nearest Eatza Pizza where we’d already put in our order.  What was she expecting me to do?

“You seem to find your way around here well…”

“Mmm,” I responded.  Lia would sometimes feel impossible to read.  Like, was she impressed?  Embarrassed?  Judging me because I could find the nearest pizza place just by going through the alleys?  Like, she had a map app to if she decided to bother using it.

“Do you come here a lot?”

Oh, it was a conversation starter.  God, is it me or is Lia being… nicer… than usual?  Is that a good thing?

God, stop thinking this bullshit and answer the damn question!

“Whenever Yuna drags me here,” I shrugged as I took a drink of my Dr. Pepper.  Lia sipped quietly on her water, looking up at me expectantly from her glass that caused my face to heat up.

Fuck, is this… is this actually happening?!

“I could see Yuna coming here often,” Lia responded as if to elaborate on my thought for me.  “I do think it would have been better if we could at least pick a place with a more diverse restaurant listing though.”

“What’s wrong with pizza?”

“I… well, I’ve never had pizza before,” Lia answered almost sheepishly. Damn, is she embarrassed by that? Like, sure, it’s surprising, but it was also Lia. She could find a complaint about anything.

“Let me guess, princess, you were too good for pizza?”

“That’s not the reason why?!” Lia puffed up defensively as I stifled my chuckle. “It’s just, it’s so greasy and messy and it already is so high in fat and sodium.”

“I guess being a health guru means you use any excuse to not eat anything good.”

“I’m not that stringent on my diet,” Lia pouted as she sunk back into her seat. God, I’m so fucking terrible, but Lia’s red and puffy cheeks, the way she purses her lips and crosses her arms when she’s irritated.  She’s just too fucking adorable when she gets riled up.

…Not that I’d let her know that…

“Fettuccine alfredo is my favorite dishes after all and there is no way one could get away eating that if they were on a strict diet.  With the amount of butter and cream it takes to make that one dish it is a dietary disaster to anyone who keeps track of their calories.”

“Keeping track of that shit sounds like a pain,” I dismissed as the waitress delivered the pizza to our table. I was sure Lia was going to judge my meat-lovers choice when she chose strictly cheese for her choice.  My guess is she would have gone with veggie if that was an option, but, what are you gonna do?  I grabbed a slice and started digging in, ignoring Lia’s gaze on me.

“What about you?  Do you have a favorite food?  Or does pizza have that place in your heart?”

I swallowed my bite before quirking a brow at Lia. “You gonna eat your pizza at all?”

“I have to let it cool first,” Lia brushed off easily before resting her chin on the backs of her hands as she looked up at me expectantly. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

God, ignore that gaze, ignore that tone, just, just ignore this girl, brain! She’s fucking getting under your skin and it’s getting you to be stupid so just do what you always do.

“Why do you care?”

Fuck, right, that is what I always do.

“I just want to know you better.”

My heart pounded, whether in panic or joy I couldn’t fucking tell. I wanted to ask why!  Why does she want to know?  Why does she fucking care?  Why doesn’t she just leave me alone?!

But those thoughts were so fucking stupid! I’m the one who told Lia I was sick of our fucking push and pull bullshit, yet the closer we get the more I want to just fucking call it quits.  Tell her to find someone better. But I’m sick of fucking running away.

I…

I want to try too.

Even if the only way I could answer that question honestly is by explaining I was just happy to get food after everything I’d been through.

“I… I’m not too picky.”

I forced the words out. I couldn’t tell her everything. I don’t know if I ever will be able to.

But… I still want to try.

“I… suppose that’s fair.”

She answered, with the empathetic tone of laying a conversation to rest while she gave me a small smile.

“I’m sorry if I was being pushy. I’ve just… well, I’ve been looking for some inspiration for my cooking so I was just hoping you could give me some ideas.”

“O-oh,” I responded hastily. I kept biting back the embarrassment I was feeling as I averted my gaze. “Well, I’m not really the person to ask for that.”

“You’re perfectly fine,” Lia answered with a sickeningly sweet tone that made me feel even more guilt in my gut. “Feel free to let me know if there is a dish or anything you’re interested in trying.  I’m always looking for opportunities to expand on my cooking.”

“Why?” I responded almost on instinct before I worked out a less defensive sentence. “You thinking of opening a restaurant here so the Volt folks can have more than just pizza and burgers?”

“I suppose I could do that,” Lia answered as her gaze rose dreamily to the dark sky above us. “Though, I would rather just cook for you.”

Fuck!

COUGH

“Ryujin!”

I choked a little on my Dr. Pepper, hitting my chest to try to force the liquid down as the coughs withered away in my throat. I didn’t even notice that Lia had run up to my side to pat my back.

“My bad,” I choked out as I tried once more to clear my throat. “Y-you don’t need to do that you know.”

“I- I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Lia answered anxiously with her hands threatening to break their contact.

“You’re fine,” I responded hastily before turning to her with a strained smile. “Th-thanks though.”

Shock was riddled on her face before she replaced it with a warm smile. “Of course… Oh!”

She quickly turned towards her pockets and found her handkerchief. Like, I shouldn’t have been surprised, but does she seriously carry that fucking thing everywhere?

“You’ve got something on your face…”

“Uh, I-I got it,” I answered rushing to wipe it away with before Lia grabbed my hand.

“Ryujin, don’t mess up your clothes! Here…”

She brought her handkerchief to the corner of my mouth as all I could do was stare at her.  Her eyes narrowed slightly in concentration just next to where they would meet my gaze.  It was only a brief moment before her handkerchief fell away and she gave a self-satisfactory “there” before her gaze met mine.  My heart pounded incessantly.  Like my heart was trying to inflate itself to get me to rise out of my seat to kiss the girl whose lips were just mere inches away.

“L-Lia…”

“Y-yes?”

We were both stammering, both nervous. That… made me feel slightly better. And she wasn’t moving away at all so… so maybe…

“I…”

VROOOOOOOO

AAAAAAAHHHHH

A gust of wind blew right past us from a vehicle going way to fast on the road as Lia screamed and pulled me tightly to her chest causing my mind to go haywire with thoughts of what I’d do to Lia if- Jesus H. Christmas, I do not have the maturity or the impulse control for this! I quickly pushed Lia away who I could only assume was startled at my reaction, but I was too damn flustered to care.

“Kyaa! Ryujin! What was that for!”

“You were in my space.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you couldn’t have just told me that before that devil-may-cry motorcyclist scared the living daylights out of me!”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

“Excuse me!”

“Oh my God, girls!!!”

Of fucking course. The goddamned motorcyclist was fucking Yuna who was now backing up to talk to us when I just seriously needed everyone to fuck off!

“I can’t believe I ran into you two here! What are you two doing? Are you on a date?!”

“Buzz off beanstalk.”                          “This is not a date!”

Lia and I both whined simultaneously. I was officially done with this bullshit.  I could hear Lia complain about not being adequately dressed for it to be a date as my brain tried desperately to fight against the thoughts of what Lia would wear and where it’d go and goddamn brain! Please just get your shit together and get your goddamned gutter thoughts out of your head before you do something or say something everyone was going to regret!

“Come on Lia, you don't have to be so uptight about it.”

“Excuse me!”

“The gay panic is strong with this one.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!”

God, at least Yuna’s shitty banter is helping to calm me down a little. Okay, just, let Yuna and Lia keep shittalking each other. They’ll keep each other distracted until I can get my shit together and-

“Aw fuck it’s the cops!”

Great…

“Yuna?  What in the hell did you?!”

“Don’t worry about it, just run!”

Yuna hopped back onto the parked motorcycle and sped off, giving a a friendly wave and a loud incoherent farewell before I could even get a complaint out.

“Well this fucking figures.”

“God, why are all of you absolutely insane!”

“Take a guess, princess.”

“Hey, you two!”

“Fuck!”

I grabbed Lia’s hand as we burst through the gate of the patio seating and I pulled her onto the nearest motorcycle I could find.

“Hold tight!”

“Wait, what are you doing?! What about helMAAAAAA-!!!”

Lia clung desperately to my back as I gunned the gas and bulleted us past the traffic light.  Sirens rang throughout the roads as I wove through the cars that loitered in the street.  Being on a motorbike made me more mobile, but there were gonna be more cop cars ahead for sure.

BRIIIIIIIIII

“Yeah? What do you want?!”

“Geez, is that how you say hello to a friend?” Yeji’s teasing tone came through. “What’d you do this time?”

“I stuck around to babysit the princess when I should’ve been babysitting the psycho.”

“Excuse me! I don’t need babysitting!”

“Shit. I guess your date got interrupted then.”

“It wasn’t a date!”

Yeji’s laughter cut through the static as I jolted the bike between the lanes to slide between the two cars that were blocking my path.  It worked like a charm as the crunching of car metal filled my ears and gave me one less cop to worry about.  Not that Lia seemed too pleased with my efforts.

“KYAAA! Ryujin, what are you doing?! Someone could’ve gotten hurt in that crash!”

“Not my problem,” I deadpanned before getting back on the radio. “Where the fuck you at anyways Yej?”

“The cops had me cornered at Lambert’s, but I managed to barrel my way out.”

“Wanna see who can last the longest without getting caught?”

“WHAT?!?! What are you two-?!”

“Oh my God, we’re all doing a police chase now?!” Yuna’s voice pierced through the intercom.  “I’m in.”

“This is how it always goes when we visit Volt City, isn’t it?” Chaeryoung’s reasoning tone cut through. “I suppose I can’t necessarily get out of this though. And, I suppose I am now lacking in an activity to engage in since I was disqualified from the race I was previously enlisted for.”

“Ooof, sorry about that Chae.”

“It’s alright Yuna. I am certain that Shady Shim will have forgotten this whole ordeal the next time I speak with him and I can make another attempt.”

“Wait, Chaeryoung, how are you so calm about this?!” Lia whined from behind me. “We are literally being chased by cops!”

“Which is a rather common occurrence here.”

“But I thought Yuna said people could do anything here?!” Lia desperately pleaded. “Aren’t you a lawyer?! Can’t you reason with them or something!”

“No offense Lia, but there’s no reasoning with these cops,” Yeji responded before her tone turned cocky. “Though I guess you and Ryujin are gonna learn that soon enough since there’s no way I’m getting caught first.”

“Who said I’m getting caught at all?” I asked as I pulled the bike into a wheelie to hop onto a cab before driving over it.  More metal exploded behind me, like the sound of fireworks setting off a celebration that you don’t even need to look at to know what you’ll see. “Enjoy your cell when you get there, loser.”

I shut off the line as more sirens came from the streets from either side of me, the sirens blaring between the alleys to competed with the neon lights to paint the walls.   They definitely called for more reinforcements, so I was gonna have to-

“The road is ending! Ryujin, THE ROAD IS ENDING!!!”

I revved the motorcycle as we hopped over the railing to land onto the interstate below.  Horns honked and cars swerved around us, crashing into the railing that kept them from falling off. I hit the gas harder as we sped past the cars, cutting off some three lanes of traffic as I swerved towards the nearest exit.

“Jesus, Ryujin, what is wrong with you?!”

“If you wanna get caught first you can always let go.”

“Like hell I would do that!!! Are you absolutely insane?!?!”

I couldn’t help but grin at Lia’s shrill voice as her grip tightened around my waist.  God, how could I enjoy teasing any one person this much?

“Blockade, BLOCKADE!!!”

The motorbike tires screeched beneath us as I pivoted the bike to turn parallel to the cop line but I jerked it too far and lost my balance. The bike continued to hop on the pavement ahead of us as Lia and I crashed onto the pavement. I grabbed her as quickly as I could and rolled us over to the nearest parked car, hiding behind it to help gather our bearings as the sound of a cop on a megaphone floated over the traffic.

“To the two girls hiding behind the Nissan. Please come out with your hands up. We have you surrounded.”

I nudged Lia’s elbow before handing her an energy pistol that she looked at with the same gaze a deer gives headlights.

“Figured you wouldn’t pack your own.”

“Ryujin, these are the police! We should just turn ourselves in peacefully.”

“Oh, we forgot to mention there are no prisons here, didn’t we?” Yeah, that was our bad for not explaining that. “Welp, too late now. You want the gun or not?”

“Ryujin!!!” Lia called me in that exaggerated whisper shout that actually didn’t sound any quieter than her regular talking.  “Are you absolutely insane?!?! Why were we in a police chase against police who are going to kill us?!?!”

“Not like they were gonna let us go anyways,” I reasoned with an eye roll. “Say, I think that alley over there can get you out.”

I nodded my head towards the small crevice between the two buildings next to us. It was probably too small to be considered a true alleyway, but that was perfect for a twig-like health guru who could barely reach 5’3 to sneak through.

“But what about you?”

I loaded up my lightning gun and set its power to maximum voltage as it dinged at the setting.

“I’m gonna show the pigs who really runs this town.”

“Ryujin!!! Don’t do it, they’ll kill you!”

“Well, if you’re that worried, you could give me a kiss for luck.”

I gave her the cheeky grin that I knew always got her blushing and flustered, though for a moment, she didn’t get that puffed-cheek defensive look she would usually give me.

Was she… was she maybe…?

“No.”

The word came stern and hard as Lia held the pistol tightly in her hands before turning towards the streets

“We’re either both getting out of here or we’ll both die trying!”

“Wait, Lia, what-?!?!”

“CHAAAAAAARGEEEEE!!!!!”

Lia screamed out the word as she pulled out her pistol and… God, I couldn’t watch this.

The sound of bullets rained around me, pounding into the car and shattering the glass above me as I waited for the hellzone to finally subside.

“Your friend has been subdued.  Surrender peacefully or we’ll-”

BLLLZZZZT

Dumbasses.  Since they shot out the windows they made it too easy for my to fire at them from behind the safety of the car, and good ol’ chain lightning gun was making quick work of the piggies.

Though, it wasn’t quite quick enough.

I rushed over to Lia, pulling her into my lap as I looked down at her bullet riddled body.

“Damn, you seriously had a death wish.”

“Will you just shut up?”

“Nah,” I answered as I pulled the cap off the emergency booze bottle I carried.  “Drink up.”

“Wai-MMMFPH”

I shoved the bottle nozzle to the princess’ lips, but no matter how much she drank her wounds didn’t seem to be getting any better.

“Damn, that’s not good.”

“PWAH, did you actually think that was going to do anything?!?!”

I rolled my eyes at the question. I guess I couldn’t blame the princess though. First time in Volt City after all. Her coughing pulled me out of my thoughts as I released a sigh.

“Hey, come on, at least hang in there till the rest of the crew gets here.”

“Ryujin,” she coughed again, her voice sounded strained as she did her best to crane her gaze towards mine. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What’s that?”

“This is all your fault!”

GAME OVER

The words etched themselves into the vision of the group of five against a black screen as Lia grumpily disengaged herself from the message.

“God, why would anyone waste their time with this mindless drivel!” Lia shouted angrily as she removed the VR headset she had donned. “That game was nothing more than lawless carnage.”

“You were the one who wanted to go guns blazing against a firing squad.”

“I’m not talking to you Ryujin!”

“Damn, Lia tried to take on the cops on her first Volt visit?!” Yeji asked through her toothy smile as she shook her hair free from her own headset. “What a revolutionary.”

“Don’t say that like it’s a positive thing! Also, Chaeryoung, I thought you identified as a ‘prison abolitionist!’ How could you support such a thing when they lead to situations like that?!”

“Volt City is a video game where you take the persona of a motorcylist street gang in a sci-fi/dystopian setting.  In creating said setting, the developers chose to heighten the risks of engaging in criminal activity, or activity the Volt City police deems criminal enough to investigate, through making the city operate under a martial law mindset.”

“Which, honestly, is basically our current country if you happen to be a black man.”

“Unfortunately, very accurate,” Chareyoung responded to Yji's point with a sigh.  “Which is why abolishing the police is so important.  It would dismantle the structure that was built to reinforce systemic racism and classism and move those funds to addressing the root cause of crime which is poverty.  If those funds were moved to ensuring all people had the resources they needed to live and thrive, crime rates would drop lower than would ever be possible through the prison system regardless of how many prisons a society chose to build.”

“Hey all! Did you see what I did to the cop station?!” Yuna eagerly asked. “That was so fucking awesome!”

“Yeah, way to get the cops on all of us Yuna,” Yeji answered with an eyeroll. “Did you forget that since we entered the game as a party if one of us fucks up we’re all screwed?”

“Hey, I knew we’d all be alright,” Yuna responded proudly before turning to Lia. “By the way, I didn’t think you would take on the cops by yourself!  That was incredible!”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Lia responded as she roughly shoved her VR headset into Yuna’s gut causing a groan from her cousin. “Come on, let’s find something else to do with our day.”

“Whatever you want princess.”

“And don’t you 'princess' me!” Lia fumed as she pointed an accusatory finger towards Ryujin. “You let me die out there!”

“I told you to take the alley," Ryujin answered before giving a cheeky smile. "But I can understand if you’re too in love with me to leave me behind.”

“Ugh, why are you like that!”

“Because you love it.”

“You wish!”

Lia punched Ryujin’s shoulder who laughed at the gesture as Lia shook her head, whether at her own antics, or Ryujin’s she couldn’t quite determine. It all became irrelevant though as they two easily fell into their typical banter of light teases and hidden giggles as the other three watched from behind.

“Say, do you think they’re finally ‘together’ together now?”

“Well, I did see the two of them at Eatza Pizza and it totally looked like they might kiss!”

“Seriously, no way?!  Did they actually do it?!”

“I don’t know. I drove by too quickly to tell. And then they were pissed at me when I asked if they were on a date.”

“God, Yuna, are you for real?! Of course they were pissed! You probably ruined it!!!”

“But they told me it wasn’t a date!!!”

“And you fucking believed them?!” Yeji asked as a sigh weighed heavily on her words. “Chae, what do you think of all this?”

Silence settled in as Chaeryoung took the moment to observe, noting how light the tones of the voices were ahead of them and the fervent glances they’d each dare at each other before quickly averting them and engaging in another bout of teases.

“I think they look happy.”

She turned back, a warm smile stretching across her face as she tilted her head in kind curiosity.

“Isn’t that what would be of highest importance in this situation?”

The two friend paused, giving Chaeryoung’s words time to settle into their minds before Yuna gave a wide smile.

“You’re damned right it is!” Yuna cheered, slinging an arm around Chaeryoung’s shoulders. “Whatever there relationship is, we’ve got their back!”

“Coming from the punk who ruined their date by getting the cops to chase them?”

“Hey!” Yuna whined at Yeji's words and rough head ruffling. “I didn’t ruin anything!  After all, it was Volt City!  Those cops should’ve just fucking ignored me!”

She nudged Yeji who nudged Yuna back causing Chaeryoung to push back into Yuna to get back at Yeji. The three of them laughqed, basking in their own antics before Yuna grabbed them both by the hands and sprinted them ahead of Lia and Ryujin.

“Hey Slowpokes!”

Yuna called over to Ryujin and Lia who suddenly seemed surprised that their friends had moved past them.

“Keep up will you!  We still have time before the laser tag arena closes!”

“Last one there’s a rotten egg!”

“Yeah what-!  Hey, Yeji, you asshole!  Get back here!”

The two ran off, racing each other as Chaeryoung did her best to follow, leaving Ryujin and Lia behind to their devices.

“God, they’re all such weirdos.”

“Yes, Yuna and Yuna's friends are all weirdos,” Lia assented, watching them all run a little further ahead before turning to Ryujin with a smile.

“But I’m lucky to consider them my friends too.”

Ryujin paused at the words, a blush coming across her cheeks wondering where that message left her in Lia’s mind.  The thoughts were quickly interrupted though when Lia took her hand.

“Now come on!”

“Huh?!”

Lia laughed as she dragged Ryujin behind her, racing after her friends as Ryujin’s thoughts struggled to keep up with the speed of Lia’s steps.  Lia just seemed so different now.  Not just nicer, but it was more than that.

Lia just seemed so free.

And Ryujin wasn’t sure if that terrified or excited her. Ryujin had never seen change as a positive thing.

But if change was making Lia this happy, then it couldn’t have been too terrible.

Chapter 38: Spice

“Oh my God, girls!”

Yuna slammed open the door to the Hussey Hole loudly enough to rattle the walls.  It’s a good thing Yuna owned the place and could afford to pay for his own repairs though Lia couldn't help but feel bad for his neighbors.

“You’re never gonna believe what just happened!”

"Lemme guess. You finally got laid.”

“Not yet!”

“That’s the spirit Yuna!”

“Ugh…” Lia groaned as Ryujin, Yuna and Yeji all laughed at their own antics. “Since when did our conversations become so depraved?”

“I suppose I should have forewarned you Lia, that this was likely to be an inevitable consequence of this friendship,” Chaeryoung responded with a sigh.

“Sorry Lia,” Yeji responded with a chuckle.  “But, come on, we’re teenagers! You can’t act like you haven’t heard this kinda shit before.”

“I would rather not waste my time discussing something so base.”

“Guess we’d better topic change before we violate Lia’s virgin ears.”

“Ugh! Ryujin!” Lia groaned.  “You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Yeah, pass.”

Lia lightly smacked Ryujin’s shoulder who laughed in response.

“Anyways Yuna, you had something you wished to share?”

“Hm, oh, right!”

Yuna bounded into the middle of the living room as they tuned their air trumpet.

“Br-Br-Br-Brrrrrrr! Check it out ladies!”

Yuna unfurled a piece of paper before shoving it in the faces of his four friends.

“Green Bean’s is hosting a drag brunch this Sunday!”

“Oh my God, no way!”

Yeji immediately stole the page as Yuna pouted.

“Um… excuse me," Lia dared to venture. "But, there’s a what show?!”

“A drag show!” Yuna enthusiastically responded. “That you are indefinitely going to be joining us for!”

“Wait, what?!” Lia shouted flustered by the announcement.  “But, I don’t even know what that is?!”

“Yeah, because you’ve had zero exposure to queer culture,” Yeji retorted to Lia’s grimace. “But, trust me, drag is like, the cornerstone of the queer experience.”

“I apologize, but I do find it difficult to trust you, Yeji.”

“Not to complicate your feelings, Lia, but Yeji is speaking earnestly,” Chaeryoung kindly interjected. “Although the full origins of drag are unknown, many underground night clubs in urban areas such as San Francisco and the Bronx would host what were known as pageants and balls where individuals who identified as LGBTQ would dress and perform in ways that would challenge the norms of sex and gender. It is an art form primarily pioneered by queer people of color that has continued to grow and develop into what now is referred to as ‘drag.’ This form of performance continues to maintain its core of challenging sex and gender norms as individuals will perform as a different gender or an exaggeration of the gender which they perform. It was also the primary inspiration for Judith Butler's Gender Performativity Theory which continues to be one of the most recognized Feminist theories to this day.”

“Okay…" Lia hesistantly responded. "That does sound… interesting.”

“Well don’t sound too excited, Princess.”

“Well, I mean, I don’t know what to expect!” Lia defended.  “But… I suppose it would be worth checking out at least once.”

“Hells yeah!” Yuna cheered, hopping off his chair.  “It’s gonna be great!  And since it’s a family showing, they won’t have any jokes that’d piss you off!”

“I’m not that sensitive!”

“Lia," Yeji interrupted with a loud sigh. "Yuna, Ryujin and I couldn't chat for five minutes without you complaining about our kind of humor.”

“Well, I mean-! That was only because-!”

Lia hurled ramblings at the accusation, but nothing was sufficient enough to adequately defend her point.

“Ugh, okay, fine,” Lia conceded quickly.  “So that kind of humor isn’t to my taste.  That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

 “Why would it be?”

“Honestly, Lia," Yuna exasperatedly cut into the conversation. "Why do you think I would go out of my way to try to find something I’m thinking you’ll like if it was gonna be a problem?”

Lia hummed in thought as she looked back over the flier.  It was hard to imagine that the photos she was seeing on it were actually of men, though she supposed the exaggerated makeup and outrageous outfits helped with that.

“So Princess, what do you say?”

She gave a heavy sigh.

“Do I even have a choice?”

“Why would I bother asking if you didn’t?”

“Come on Lia, why wouldn’t you want to go?”

The last question Yeji asked gave Lia pause.  The typical excuse of ‘it wasn’t her kind of activity’ rang hollow in her mind since everything she had done with her friends since meeting them was exactly that.

“Alright I’ll go,” Lia finally assented. “But you all have to help me figure out what I’m supposed to do there.”

“No sweat, Lia!” Yuna responded while bouncing in the seat next to her. “The biggest thing is to bring cash so that you can tip.”

“Tip?” Lia asked incredulously. “Like, what you’d do for strippers?”

“I mean," Yuna rubbed the back of his head at that comment. "I guess that’s one way to put it…”

“Come on Lia,” Yeji interrupted. “There are plenty of professionals who rely on tips, me included.”

“Er,” Lia paused, feeling exposed at being called out. “Okay, that may not have been the most appropriate comment.”

“And, I mean, it’s not like there aren’t shows that can be a bit more… risque…” Yuna admitted warily.  “But that’s why we found an all ages show!  The most scandalous thing someone would do here is piss off a kid because they dressed up like Elsa but didn’t lip sync to ‘Let it Go.’”

“And then we get to watch a queen punt a baby.”

“God," Yeji spoke through fits of laughter at Ryujin's joke. "That’d be hilarious!”

“Wait, they actually kick babies?!”

An exaggerated sigh rose from the group at Lia’s question who rose her hands in a pleading gesture.

“Okay, stupid question.”

“I would argue that was a misinformed question,” Chaeryoung reasonably commented. “With the current hysteria around drag performances and certain legislations outright criminalizing them, your question was not asked without a basis.”

“Yeah, but drag shows aren’t like that! I mean, if you’re going to ban drag shows because a kid might show up to an adult show, then you gotta ban all video games because a kid might end up playing a rated mature game.  You can curate media without full-blown censoring it. Besides...”

Yeji's impassioned defense became more solemn as she started to hug herself tightly.

"They just don't get how important seeing people being whoever they want to be can be..."

“I…" Lia paused as she processed Yeji's response. "I never considered that this was so important to you."

"Don't worry about it," Yeji waved off, though not with her usual charisma. "You'll understand why when you get there."

"I... I suppose," Lia cautiously agreed. "I just don't know what to expect."

“Just don’t overthink it, Princess.”

Lia turned her suspecting gaze to Ryujin. Her stone face made it impossible for Lia to tell if she said that in comfort, or exasperation.

“Ryujin’s right, Lia,” Yeji interjected with a wide smile.  “Like, this is entertainment, right? So there’s no need to worry when there’s only one thing you gotta do.”

“And that’s…?”

Yeji and Yuna smiled at each other before Yuna announced their plan.

“Just have the time of your life!!!”

---

She couldn’t believe she was doing this.

They sat in the booth, her as far away from either end of it as possible with Chaeryoung seated next to her and Yuna taking selfies at the end of the booth with Chaeryoung.

“How did I end up here again?”

“We asked if you wanted to come and you said ‘yes.’”

Lia pouted at Yuna’s curt answer who had their lips pursed towards their phone’s screen as Chaeryoung escaped the self service photo op.

“Though you object, that is the accurate recounting of previous events that led to our arrival here,” Chaeryoung responded with a warm smile. “Are you having second thoughts?”

Lia groaned, stretching her arms across the table, “It’s not that…”

She brought her hands back as she rested her cheek in one of her palms.  She saw Yeji and Ryujin waiting by the register to get their pastries and drinks for the show. There were some others at the other shops who appeared to be their age, and even a few families with kids younger than them present. It seemed so strange. Typically the things she got dragged into were illegal for people her age, but here was an event that was being publicly held for individuals even younger than her. Even so, she knew her parents would disapprove of her being there regardless of its legality. It would still be deemed ‘inappropriate.’

And yet, she was still here.

“I suppose I’m just anxious,” Lia responded with a heavy sigh. “There’s so much you all show me that, anytime we end up somewhere new it just…”

She turned her gaze back to Ryujin for a moment. Yeji’s jovial expression could be seen from there as Ryujin brushed off whatever Yeji had said with a shrug.

“It makes me start to realize how little of the world I’ve actually experienced.”

Yuna set aside their phone to give Lia a bright smile as Chaeryoung continued.

“You’ve been leaving your comfort zone quite a bit recently, haven’t you?”

Lia dropped her gaze back to the table, decorated with stickers of sugar cubes and chili peppers to fit the show’s ‘Sugar and Spice’ theme.

“I suppose I have.”

“Don’t look too excited Princess,” the crass voice of Ryujin interrupted as a plate decorated with avocado toast was placed before Lia.

“Come on, it’s gonna be fun!” Yeji announced as she bounced in her seat. “Have we let you down yet?”

“Well-”

“Exactly!” Yeji cut off as she blatantly deflected Lia’s glare with a long sip of her coke. Lia sighed heavily, dropping her head to the table as Yuna reached across the table to give her an exaggerated back pat.

“It’s okay Lia! You don’t have to pretend you don’t want to be here. It’s not like we’ll run into someone you know.”

“I am very well aware of that, thank you very much!” Lia hissed through her teeth. “I’m honestly just trying to figure out when hanging out with all four of you is going to finally be less exasperating.”

“When you finally stop panicking anytime you enter a door with a rainbow sticker.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad!”

“You convince yourself that, Princess.”

“Excuse me! I don’t need to-!”

“Alright everyone! How are we doing this morning?”

The tables erupted in applause as Lia quickly sat back in her seat, clapping her hands in a perfunctory manner as she glared at the smirk she could see just edging the side of Ryujin’s face.

“Alright, let’s try this again. How’s everyone doing?!”

The crowd roared even louder as Lia clapped even harder and forced her attention towards the voice. The figure before her wore a long gown that was sequined to sparkle a light blue every time the light caught it. Her dress was matched with clear heels, long ballgown gloves and hair that was lifted into a high blonde and white beehive look with blonde bangs that fell before her face as if she was supposed to be both Cinderella and the Fairy Godmother. She accepted the applause with a gratifying head nod.

“Alright, that’s more like it!” She affirmed for the crowd. “Well, it’s lovely to see you all here on this wonderful Sunday. My name is Ella Extravaganza and I will be hosting our show today. Now before going any further, how many of you is this your first drag show?”

Yuna immediately launched a hand towards Lia’s wrist before raising her hand up high as Lia struggled to hide her face.

“Alright, we’ve got some new people in the crowd it looks like. And that’s great! We love introducing new folks to our art and what we do so thank you for coming to support us. And don’t worry, we’ve all had a first time before.”

Ella gave a sheepish expression as she tucked some imaginary stray hair behind her ear.

“But it’s okay because we live, we learn, and we let the people smarter than us help us figure out what to do which is exactly what I’m gonna do for you now.”

Lia gave a quiet sigh behind her palms. She wasn’t quite sure what she had felt about the performance yet, but she could feel her patience waning at Ella’s flamboyance.

“So the first order of business is MONEY!!! You know what they say, ‘tipping makes the world go round.’ And, being real right now, that one dollar bill burning a hole in your pocket because you decided against the Coke Zero at the vending machine is what keep my hair blower going so that I can always look this gorgeous.”

“Say, Ryujin, isn’t that 'your mom’s’ line?”

“Fuck off, Yeji.”

Lia gave a questioning look towards the duo before her thoughts were quickly forced back to the center stage.

“Now, if you happen to be broke, as some of us are, it’s okay! Because even people who don’t have money have a smartphone, so you can make it up to us by either taking a video of the fierceness you’re about to see, or, if you have money in the bank, but not in your wallet, we’ve got our venmo information up and available for tips.”

As if just waiting for permission, Yuna pulled the smartphone out to start recording as Lia rolled her eyes.

“Next, please do not touch the performers unless invited to. I know I look fabulous, but I am strictly a ‘look, don’t touch’ queen.”

“Preach!”

Yeji emphasized her cheer with a snap as Lia sunk into her booth seat. Just how many rules were there to a drag show?

“And lastly,” Ella teased as if hearing Lia’s thoughts. “Have fun! Like, this is drag, this is entertainment, and let me tell you, these divas can give it, but they really give it to the folks who really want it so can I hear your best applause please?”

The crowd erupted in applause as Ella looked very unamused.

“Let’s try that again, let’s hear your best applause!”

The crowd roared as Lia tried clapping even louder, for who, she wasn’t sure, but at least some amount of conformity was certain to keep her friends from teasing her.

“Yes! That’s exactly what we’re looking for, so applaud, tip, film, don’t touch and, most of all, have fun! And now that we’ve finally gotten that out of the way,” Ella sighed, pulling a handkerchief out from one of her gloves to dab the sweat from her forehead as Lia nudged Ryujin.

“See, Ella has a handkerchief.”

Ryujin shrugged in response. “So what? You gonna brag about using the same shit as a cross-desser?”

Lia’s lips pursed into an unamused expression as the show continued on.

“It’s time for me to stop talking and introduce our first performer of the day, and boy are you all in for a treat! Now, our first performer is a queen who has just started on the scene but is already making big waves with her charisma and performance. She is multi-talented, a wonderful craftstwoman and an impeccable actress, so everyone, please put your hands together for the flower that blooms the brightest: Rosy Dewette!”

The crowd applauded as a woman strode past the coffee counter in a long navy skirt, a brown tweed jacket over a collared shirt and a black umbrella that saved her from the store's lighting by blocking the light from shining on her bowler cap and dark haired-bun. The music began, bringing in the light notes of a piano prelude that bounced like a Broadway tune as Rosy twirled her umbrella, giving a spin before closing it and using it as a dance prop. She strutted around the umbrella, lifted it up to do a can-can and finally as the piano helped out it's chord she opened the umbrella again before resting it back on her shoulder. Lia couldn't help but to admit she was a phenomenal dancer.

That said, her awe only continued when Rosy grabbed a microphone that had been resting on the counter.

"In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun..."

Lia couldn't stop herself from squealing upon her opening lines. Call her childish, call her naive, but after watching Rosy's dance, her costume and that opening line she knew exactly what was coming.

"And every task you undertake

Becomes a piece of cake

A lark! A spree!

It's very clear to see"

Rosy's voice rang out as Lia cheered.  How could none of her friends tell her that there were performers this incredible?

"That. A. Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down!

The medicine go do-o-own

The medicine go down.

Yes a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down

In the most delightful way"

Lia was completely enamored! Rosy held every note, hit every key, even added some comedic gag going into a base tone mid-chorus, all while skipping and playing with their umbrella to the tune of the song as if Rosy was Mary Poppins herself!

She was unbelievably incredibly!

"Cheeky."

She got to the last line of the song when the music picked up. Her harried expression sparked her face as she re-enacted wandering through New York traffic within the small confines of the coffee shop dining area before she finally found herself in the center of lobby, picked up her skirt and started to tap dance on the hardwood floor. The crowd roared in applause as she continued to show off her footwork. The music continued, a chorus in the background sang 'a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down' when Rosy stopped with a resounding clack as the music went silent. She picked up the microphone again and in the most beautiful tenor voice sang.

"In the most delightfu-u-ul waaaaa-aaaay~"

The falsetto that Rosy jumped to in the last line forced Lia's heart to leap up with it as she jumped in her seat to give Rosy a standing ovation as she bowed.

It was the most incredible performance that had ever been her honor to witness.  

"Alright everyone, how did we like that performance?"

Lia cheered as loudly as she could as she applauded enthusiastically.

"Well, looks like Rosy's got some fans here," Ella noted cheekily as the crowd continued. "Well then, are we all ready for some more incredible divas?!"

The crowd cheered as Ella introduced the next performer and Lia’s wonderment only continued. The second performer was a queen named Fae Leon who looked just like a fairy, with white sugar cubes threaded into her dark hair and silver glitter eyeshadow that made her blue eyes even more stark against her dark skin. The grace with which she moved across the stage made her seem both powerful and delicate and Lia couldn't help but be infatuated with the way she moved, something that Ryujin made a snarky remark about that Lia promptly ignored. The third performer was a drag queen named Tamara Bang who was on par with Rosy's dancing, if not better. She was incredibly acrobatic and Lia didn’t think her jaw could drop any lower than when the woman did a death drop right in the middle of the coffee shop floor. The fourth performer was a drag king named Richie Sixpest, though, according to Yuna, that wasn't his actual drag name. He who was a curious blend of comedic pomp that didn't takeaway from his intricate choreography that Lia knew must have taken much practice to make look as smooth as he made it. Then finally, Ella was the last to perform. Lia didn’t think there was anything Ella could do that would surprise her after the last four performances, until Ella started her mind blowing quick change tactics. She threw off her skirt gloves and beehive wig to look like that meshed fairy godmother/Cinderella finally decided to become a princess before running off to the ball with her Prince Charming. She was also a very high energy dancer, vogueing to the beat of the music before finishing her performance with a split. The crowd roared as she slowly rose from the ground, taking deep breaths as she slowly grabbed the microphone.

“Alright everyone, how did we like that?!”

The crowd erupted in applause as Ella breathed heavily from the side.

“Well, I’m glad you all found that enchanting. Now, I need to take some time to catch my breath, but we’ll be back with our second set in about 15 minutes so grab some food, grab some beverages, and get ready for another round of divaliciousness in just a moment.”

Lia took the opportunity to stretch her arms. She didn't realize how stiff she had gotten, or how long she had been sitting there. She had just been too enamored with the show.

So enamored that it took her a moment to realize all of her friends were staring at her.

“Um… may I help you all?”

“Oh come on, is that really your response?”

“Yeah, come on Lia, You gotta tell us what you think thus far!”

"Are you kidding me? This was amazing!" Lia announced as she bounced in her seat. "Rosy really is like a broadway star! And Fae looked sooooo pretty in the outfit she created! And did you see what Tamara did during the bridge of her song? Or how Richie managed to hit every beat in his break dance? Also how does Ella do that with her outfits?!"

“We’re glad you’re enjoying it.”

"Yeah, and the fact that Richie was here too!" Yuna interjected just as excitably. "I'm so stoked they had a king perform here! I hadn't actually seen a drag king before!"

"He was great! They all were! I..." Lia paused, turning her gaze across her friends as she suddenly felt reflective.

"I... really need to thank you all. Honestly, this was amazing."

“It's no sweat, Lia."

"Yeah, I was stoked you were willing to come!"

"It was a wonderful opportunity having you join us, Lia."

Lia beamed a smile so wide she was worried it'd split her face. She couldn't remember the last time she was this happy.

"That mean you're ready for Round 2 then, Princess."

Lia laughed, too happy to bother feigning defense.

"Most definitely."

As if on queue, Ella returned to the stage wearing a flaring red dress as she promised the next round of performances would spice things up for the audience. Lia couldn't wait for it! The artistry, the dance, the performance, she never thought she would see something that felt just as freeing for her as it was for the artist. She never thought she'd feel free to do anything.

At least, not until recently. Her life had changed so drastically since she decided to give her cousin a fair chance.

She turned towards Ryujin who noticed the gaze and lifted a questioning brow to which Lia didn’t turn away from. Instead she leaned into Ryujin’s shoulder who tensed and relaxed all in one moment. Lia’s life had opened up so much.

She couldn’t help but wonder how much more it would open up from here.

Chapter 39: Sneakers

Notes:

We finally made it! We finally made it to Sneakers! I will admit, I know this comeback had a lot of controversy with just people thinking this comeback was bad, and, I mean, everyone's entitled to their own opinion, but not only did I enjoy the comeback, but I was soooooooo excited to finally get to writing the chapter for it! Of course, it's gonna take me forever get caught up again, and who knows if I ever will, but it's been so much fun getting back into writing and finding my passion for this story again. Things got crazy after grad school, but I'm super excited to be getting back into the groove of writing. In any case, I'd like to thank all of you for your continued support for this fic. It's been going for over 3 years now and will likely continue going for even longer and the support that you all have provided has been invaluable to me. And as we continue this long journey I am happy to present the 39th chapter of this series Sneakers so please comment, kudos, and most of all, enjoy =)

It was a day unlike any other.

After all, any other day Yuna would be woken up by blaring alarms, thrown blankets, shitty sisters and blazing sunlight.

But today wasn’t just any day.

Today was Saturday!

Which meant that Yuna could do whatever the hell he wanted and no one could tell him otherwise!

He threw off the blankets and rushed over to his closet.  It was the weather of cargo pants and hoodies in Yuna’s book so he was going to dress for the occasion!  He quickly grabbed his desired attire, finding a grey beanie that matched his hoodie as he tucked all his hair under the headgear. He gave himself a wide grin before slamming his bedroom door open.

Look out world!  Yuna’s ready to kick ass!

“Yuna, how many times must I tell you not to slam your door open so loudly?”

Yuna’s father towered over him. He was a six-foot figure with narrowed eyes and a flat nose that seemed to never adequately hold his glasses.  He was wide built with broad shoulders that always seemed to wall off any hope of freedom Yuna would have whenever he would appear, which was especially felt today.  Yuna’s face fell at the sight of him before morphing into a scowl.

“What do you want?”

“I do not have time for your attitude young lady,” his father bristled as his shoulders tensed in response.  “We need to talk.”

“Mmm, yeah, no we don’t. Bye!”

Yuna walked past waving a peace sign as he tried booking it down the hall before his father grabbed his hood.

“Now you wait here young lady!”

“Ack!  Fuck! Jesus Christ, man!”

“Don’t you use that language with me,” his father commanded in a stern, harsh tone.  “And don’t be wasting my time here.  It will be less painful for both of us if you just listen so that we can move on.”

Yuna groaned as he shimmied his hood out of his father’s grasp.  “Jeez, fine!  What is it?”

His father gave a quick scoff before pushing up his glasses once more.  “As you’re aware, your sister's, Hana’s birthday is happening in two weeks time.  You are not to be in attendance.”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” Yuna teased as he folded his arms.  “What’s in it for me?”

“Here.”

His father held out a thin stack of bills.  Yuna reached to grab them, but his father retracted the reward at Yuna’s reach.

“By taking this you swear that you will not come anywhere near Hana or her party when her birthday arrives.”

“Psh, I didn’t wanna go anyways.”

Yuna’s father looked sternly at Yuna who raised an eyebrow in response.

“So, we done here?”

Another moment of hesitation passed between the two before Yuna’s father finally relented the reward Yuna had patiently waited for.

“Yoink!  Thanks pops!” Yuna announced before quickly turning back towards the hallway.  “See you around!”

“And no running in the house!!!”

Yuna grinned smugly as he ignored his father and fled out the door.  Aw, the sweet air of a sunny Saturday too-late-to-be morning was the most intoxicating scent Yuna could think of!

Nothing could possibly bring him down from this high!

“Oh, Yuna!  Just who I needed to speak with!”

Yuna turned towards the voice before internally groaning at the sight of his mother.  His slumped shoulders caused him to be more eye-level with his mom who gave a warm smile that lit up her large round eyes.

“There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

Yuna verbalized his groan this time as he let his frustration paint his face.

“Ugh, come on mom, I’ve got things to do!  Besides, if this is about Hana’s birthday I already talked it out with dad and I’m not gonna be there.”

A sullen look befell Yuna's mother whose gaze dropped under the weight of Yuna's words.

“That man,” she breathed in a low tone, her hands clenching at her sides before she hid her tension behind a sympathetic smile.

“Yuna, Hana is your family.  We want you to be there.”

“Dad and Hana clearly don’t,” Yuna responded with a shrug.  “And, honestly, I’m not too interested in going either.”

“And how much did Hyunsik pay you to say that?”

“Oh, he didn’t pay me to say that. I just know it’ll be a royal shitshow and I’d rather be anywhere else.”

Yuna’s mother gave a heavy sigh as if Yuna’s words had laid her with a heavy burden.

“Listen, Yuna, I know family can be complicated, but you should be there. Hana’s your sister.”

“Thanks but no thanks,” Yuna responded unapologetically. “Family’s a pain and Dad already gave me 300 to not show my face so-”

“Here’s 500!”

Yuna’s mother pried his hand open to slap the thin stack of Benjamins into his hand.

“So promise you’ll be there.”

“I don’t know,” Yuna responded. “Dad was pretty adamant I not show up.”

“Fine, here’s another 200. Will that suffice?”

“Good with me! See you later!”

Yuna cheered, happily taking the bills before rushing off towards the driveway.

He ran past the gates refusing to look back. Family had held him up long enough.

It was time for his Saturday to actually get started!

---

He slammed the door open before bounding into the living room area.

“Alright girls! Off your lazy asses, we have places to be!”

The room gave a collective groan.

“Great, looks like Yuna’s back in his shitty military phase.”

“I know where the bombs are if we gotta split.”

“Wait, Yuna has explosives here?! Yuna!”

“They aren’t actual explosives!” Yuna hastily defended. “And I moved them anyways so good luck finding them now Ryujin!”

“Who says I haven’t already found them?”

“What?! No! There’s no way you would’ve found them in the-”

“Was there something on your mind Yuna?”

Chaeryoung offered a kind smile that made Yuna realize just how big a mistake he nearly made. He cleared his throat before returning his focus to the group.

“Right, well I hope you bitches are ready to saddle up,” he introduced with a wide grin on his face. “Cuz we’re going shopping!”

They all turned to face each other, wondering if they should prod Yuna on where his antics would lead, or if they should just succumb. Ultimately, being bored on a Saturday led them to not really care where Yuna would take them so long as they got to do something. Though, that just led to later regrets when they finally arrived at the store Yuna dragged them to.

“Okay,” Yeji began with an exaggerated sigh. “I know that I’m usually always down for shopping, buuuut…”

“Galaxy Sneakers?”

“I mean, Yuna does a great job of looking like a five foot kindergartner.”

“Man, fuck you Ryujin!” Yuna exclaimed before looking over the short-sleeved green jumpsuit he had purchased on impulse. "Though, maybe this wasn't the right choice."

"Uh, you think?"

"Look, it doesn't matter!" Yuna annouced as he opened the door to the shoe store whose walls were painted with interplanetary landscapes and shoes that looked more designed for a gag or a gimmick than to actually be worn. "This is for my sister."

“Yuna,” Lia, broached with frustration lacing her voice. “I know you aren’t that close to Hana, but I’m sure you recall that Hana is turning eighteen not eight.”

“I’m glad we’re both counting down the days before she graduates and moves out of the house,” Yuna responded with a sigh. “But, enough about Hana, I gotta try to find something to keep me entertained while I sit in the cesspool that is family misery.”

“Why don’t you just not go?”

Yuna groaned in response to Yeji’s comment. “My mom’s paying me to go.”

“Whoa, wait, what?” Yeji backtracked as she turned her focus away from the shoe she was inspecting. “Your family pays you to go to fucking family events?”

“Well, my mom paid me to go. My dad paid me to not show up.”

“Riiiight… and how much did they pay you?”

“300 from Dad and 700 from Mom.”

Yeji dropped the shoe she was looking at to grab Yuna by the shoulders. “Are you for real! Dude, that’s a good chunk of the rent my brother and I have to pay and your parents just hand you that amount of money?!”

“Dude, they do this every fucking time!” Yuna whined as he started bouncing in a pair of shoes that had the heels hollowed out of them. “My dad treats me like a scourge on the family and pays me to avoid every family gathering while my mom always counters his offer so that she can continue to pretend like we’re not a fucking shithole of a family! Honestly, it’s annoying, but I decided to turn it into an opportunity to see how much money I can get outta them.”

“Way to hustle squirt,” Ryujin commended from the bench. “But is what you get legit?”

“Totally!” Yuna exclaimed as he pulled out one of his bills to hold it to the light. “See! You can totally see the water mark right-”

Ryujin quickly snatched the hundred dollar bill before returning to her seat. “Thanks Beanstalk.”

“Hey, Ryujin! Give it back!”

“I mean, no offense Yuna, but I’d let Ryujin have that one,” Yeji interjected as she turned her gaze back to the shoes. “Some of us have actual bills we have to actually earn money to pay off.”

Yuna groaned as he crossed his arms. “I totally would’ve just given it to you if you’d asked.”

“Sorry squirt. Matter of principle.”

Lia rolled her eyes at the antics as Chaeryoung found a seat next to her on the bench.

“Lia, forgive me for prying, but I was curious what you think of this whole situation.”

Lia blinked out of her reverie, surprised someone was bothering to give her attention with all the shenanigans her other friends were getting into. “Pardon?”

“Well, about Hana and her birthday,” Chaeryoung clarified readily. “Do you have much of a relationship with Hana?”

“Not really,” Lia responded with a hum. “She would come over to my house from time to time, and she always treated me cordially, but she mostly spent her time with Joshua while Yuna stuck with me.”

“They weren’t worth hanging out with anyways.”

Yuna continued to grumble before returning the shoes he was trying back to their designated spot.

“But what are we going to do about Shoebertron?”

The gang turned their heads to the voice as a dark skinned man in an employee uniform dragged a very sad looking alien inflatable to their coworker who had long black hair and an acne decorated face.

“Geez, Shoebertron has a massive gash back here. How’d this happen?!”

“It looked like it got caught on the streetlight outside.”

“Dang. Man, management is not gonna like this.”

“Um, excuse me,” Yuna interrupted as the two men turned towards him. “If you aren’t using that inflatable then maybe I can buy it off you?”

The two of them looked at each other before turning back to Yuna.

“I mean, I don’t see why not,” the man carrying the shriveled alien responded.

“We’d need to get it cleared with management first.”

“Are they available?”

They both looked at each other before the man behind the counter said he’d grab the manager.

“God, Yuna, you’re so fucking weird.”

“What up Yuna? You gonna give your shitty sister an alien corpse for her birthday?”

“God, that would be incredible!" Yuna responded heartily to the suggestion. "But I've got better plans for Shoebertron here."

The employee came back with their manager who, in the end, did allow Yuna to buy the inflatable which Yuna carried throughout town like a fucking carnival prize until they finally had to retire for the night. He hated leaving his friends for the evening and leaving the Hussey Hole behind, but he figured he probably should have at least gone home for the night.

Besides, they would be back there the next day!

They woke up eager and ready to get back to the Hussey Hole with their friends, pulling their hair back into a ponytail and wearing short shorts with their hoodie. They rushed out the door, ready to tackle the day and escape the oppressiveness of their life. Freedom was so close!

They slammed open the door to find their overly stuffy father standing on the other side. The smile on Yuna’s face quickly morphed into a grimace.

“Do you need something?”

“Is that anyway to greet your father?”

Yuna rolled their eyes as they tried walking past only for their dad to block their exit.

“Look, Dad, can we make this quick? I’ve got places to be.”

“And you have places to not be,” their father responded as he emphatically pressed his glasses back up his nose. “So why is your mother claiming that you will be in attendance at Hana’s birthday?”

“Uh, because she made a big deal about me going,” Yuna answered flippantly.

“How much did she pay you?”

“700.”

“Here’s 500.”

“Yeah, that only puts you 100 above mom,” Yuna responded coyly. “She’s really interested in having me there and I don’t think 500 is enough of an incentive to keep me from going.”

“Fine. Take this.”

He handed her a stack of bills, ten of them neatly folded to crease just around Benjamin Franklin as if folding them in half would have been an affront to his legacy.

“Very nice,” Yuna responded curtly. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

"Yuna, it is never a pleasure doing business with you," their father responded bluntly. "Just stay away from Hana's party and all will go smoothly."

"Sure, sure," Yuna responded as his father gave a 'hmph' in parting before turning back down the hallway. Yuna tugged on their hoodie in a self-satisfactory gesture.

That went better than they had anticipated.

"Enjoying leeching off the family, Yuna?"

Yuna turned to find their sister, leaning against the upper floor railing as she stepped towards Yuna.

"You really are disgusting you know."

"Yeah I'm so disgusting, I'm filthy rich," Yuna responded with a grimace. "Now, did you have something worth saying, or are you just wasting my time."

"Your time? That's funny, coming from you," Hana responded in the most unamused tone. "You hound and harass my father, for his money, and yet you have the audacity to claim that somehow you are the victim in this situation?"

"Hey, he's my dad, too!" Yuna exclaimed in response. "And I'm not the one who came up with this shitty game of how much he and mom can use us to piss each other off, so I'm just making the best of it."

"That is so like you, always only worrying about yourself," Hana responded with an eyeroll. "You don't even care about all the grief you've given him. You care about no one but yourself!"

"That's not true!"

"But it is true. You know why no one at school likes you? It's because you're nothing but a parasite. You just leech off of Chaeryoung's reputation the same way you leech off my parents."

"You fucking-!"

"What? Are you gonna hit me now? You can rage and scream and kick and cry, but the reality won't change. You're nothing but a parasite. And the world would've been better without you."

And with that, Hana walked off. Yuna was half tempted to run her down. Kick her ass in the middle of the hallway and damn all the consequences. After all, Hana would have deserved it.

She always knew exactly how to get under Yuna's skin.

They pulled the dollars out of their pocket, the green paper crumpled unceremoniously in Yuna's fist.

And then they started tearing them.

The hallway echoed with the sounds of shredding paper as Yuna scattered the greenery across the hallway floor. Fuck Hana. Fuck their father. They didn’t give a shit about either of them and they didn't need anything from them either! They stomped through the hallway, slamming the front door open as they stormed across the driveway.

“Yuna! Hello- Wait, Yuna!”

“Fuck off, Mom!” Yuna shouted as they pulled their shoulder out of their mother’s grip. “I’m not going to Hana’s birthday party!”

“Yuna!” Their mother cried as she fought to be in front of Yuna. “What did your father say to you?”

“It wasn't just him and it doesn't fucking matter!” Yuna exclaimed as they instinctively wiped their eyes with their hoodie sleeve. “This family’s full of fucking assholes and I’m not interested in wasting my time with them and no amount of money you give me will change my mind!”

Yuna forced their shoulder out from their mother's grip as they rushed to get out of their domestic prison.

“I'll let you bring your friends!”

Yuna immediately paused. They couldn't bring themselves to respond right away they were just too dumbfounded.

"You can bring your friends. Julia, Chaeryoung and the other two you went to Los Cielos with. I'll make sure they're welcomed."

A light scoff escaped Yuna as they barely managed to shake their head.

"You're out of your fucking mind."

“I’m absolutely serious Yuna,” their mother answered sternly. “This is your family and you deserve to be there. So bring who you need to to make yourself comfortable.”

Yuna kept their shoulders slumped, eyes not really focusing on anything as the ground beneath their feet seemed to swirl about them.

"I'll think about it."

They couldn't tell if their mom responded to their answer. Honestly, they didn't really care. Family was too emotionally exhausitng to deal with.

And they had spent more than enough time trying to accomodate them.

---

"Man, I so need another weekend after this!"

Yeji's loud whine was accompanied by the sound of her flopping on the couch as the cushions slowly embraced her.

"It is often difficult returning to one's regular routine after a break."

"The problem is, I don't get a break," Yeji whined as she fake sobbed. "Working while in school sucks so much!"

"Sounds like a 'you' problem."

"Yeah, yeah," Yeji responded as she lifted herself to sit up on the couch. "Anyways, what's up with you, Yuna? You've barely said anything since I got here."

They all turned to Yuna who continued to brood in the recliner.

Silence settled over the crowd as Yuna stayed stock still, for what everyone was certain was the first time in their experience seeing Yuna like that.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with Hana's birthday, would it?"

Yuna gave a long sigh in response to Lia's question.

"My family's a bunch of idiots."

"Rude," Lia responded with a sympathetic smile. "And here I thought I was your favorite cousin."

"Come on, you know I don't mean you," Yuna responded with a smile that quickly faded. "But Hana was a bitch, and mom and dad are a pain and..."

Yuna sighed once more with a shake of their head.

"And my mom wants you all to come to Hana's party."

"Fuck yeah!"

"You would be excited Yeji."

"And you still don't appear enthused, Yuna," Chaeryoung noted. "Are you even interested in attending?"

Yuna hid their groan in their face.

“Honestly, I don’t even know what. Like, it’s not like Lia can go.”

“Actually, my mother did call me about that.”

Yuna bolted from their seat as all eyes turned to Lia.

“She wanted to encourage me to attend as Hana would be a fine role model for one with as little discipline as myself,” Lia responded with an eyeroll. “I don’t know what my mother thinks being in Hana’s presence will do for me considering Yuna’s lived with her for over fourteen years and is less disciplined than I am.”

“Exactly! Wait- what’s that supposed to mean?!”

Lia rolled her eyes over Yeji’s snicker. “Regardless, it seems my mother is on board with me going to the party, though we should probably keep our usual shenanigans to a minimum.”

“Our shenanigans!?” Yuna asked exasperated. “Have you not seen the invitation?!”

“What? Your sister’s secretly a furry and wants everyone in animal onesies?”

“Aw, that would actually be kinda adorable.”

“Right…” Ryujin drawled with a mischievous smirk. “Noemi know you’re into that, yet?”

“Fuck off Ryujin,” Yeji pouted before hugging herself tightly. “I was thirteen! Can we stop making fun of me?”

“And it’d actually be cool if Hana was into furries, but nOOooOOooo!” Yuna whined as they flopped back onto the couch. “Instead she wants to do a Victorian dress party or some shit.”

“Yeesh, how old’s your sister turning again?”

“Old enough, it seems, to recognize that dressing up as monarchal colonialists is more socially acceptable than dressing up in animal attire, despite the former being much more problematic.”

Yuna gave a heavy sigh. “At least you always understand, Chae.”

“So then Yuna,” Lia ventured hesitantly. “What are you planning to do?”

“Well, there’s only one thing to do,” Yuna answered as they dramatically lifted themself off of the recliner.

“We gotta post a new video of me releasing Shoebertron back into space!”

Yuna rushed into their room as their four friends remained baffled by their exuberance.

“Nothing ever really gets Yuna down does it?”

“I think this is their way of building resilience,” Chaeryoung answered evenly. “Better to do anything than dwell on what’s bothersome.”

“God,” Yeji sighed as she slumped in her seat. “I definitely feel that one.”

“And then you post your dumbassery on the internet to give yourself more bullshit to worry about.”

“Hey,” Yeji responded with a chuckle as she punched Ryujin’s shoulder. “I’m not as bad with that as Yuna.”

“And you very well should get on that private!”

Yuna returned, now changed into a beige military style tank top with short shorts as they brandished more beige and green outfits that were conveniently in the sizes of their four friends.

“This mission is going to require us be in uniform.”

---

“Day 28 of General Hussey’s General log. It’s been five days since we found, what we could only assume was an extraterrestrial being. If you didn’t know that from day 22, it’s because I didn’t record it, so don’t ask dammit! Regardless, said alien being was in a pretty rough spot when they were first found. As depicted by the photo provided here:”

“I can’t believe you spent all that time goring up Shoebertron for a 5 minute video.”

“Yeah Yuna, like, do you really think that anyone’s gonna buy the jumprope you spray painted red as really being the alien intestines?” Yeji asked curiously. “It would have been more believable if you had used raw sausages.”

“That’s even assuming that extraterrestrial beings would indeed develop the same kinds of organs that we develop in our own environment.”

“Everybody’s a critic,” Yuna whined as they put their phone away. “And, maybe when you can actually win a bet, I’ll take your feedback seriously.”

“Seriously, why does this always happen to me?!” Yeji whined as she emphasized the fact she was wearing a very-traditional victorian style dress, from the obnoxious length of the skirt to the ruffled neckline to make it look like the dress was actually trying to strangle the wearer that dared take it off a mannequin.

“Cuz you’re the one who suggested it, dumbass.”

“Ugh, fuck you Ryujin!” Yeji commanded as she redirected her ire. “I’ll get you next time!”

“In your dreams, Queen Elizabeth.”

“Ugh!”

Lia rolled her eyes at their usual antics. After the crew had decided to attend Hana’s birthday party Yeji suggested it would be quote-unquote hilarious if someone went in attendance dressed in the most ridiculous traditional victorian-style dress they could find. A bet which Yeji inevitably failed at as they decided whoever lost at Ultra Bust’em Bros would have to wear the dress. Yeji did call foul play since there was no way Lia would have won without Ryujin helping her win round 1 of the tournament.

“Whatever, I look rad in it anyways!”

“I mean, I’m glad you’re wearing it then and not me.”

“God, Yuna, you were supposed to be on my side!”

Snickers snuck to the forefront, along with a certain renegade who slipped up to Lia’s side.

“So, how's dressing like a princess treating the princess?”

Lia gave a smirk at that. She was wearing a navy blue dress with a beaded headdress that was designed to look like it crowned her head more than covered it. “It’s not my usual attire, though I have less complaints on it than Yeji appears to have with her outfit.” She turned her smile towards Ryujin as she let her gaze wander across Ryujin’s form. It was less formal looking than the other’s with the black short shorts that came up like a corset over Ryujin’s puffy long-sleeved, but Lia couldn’t help but acknowledge how perfectly suited the outfit was for her.

“You look nice.”

“Psh, whatever, Princess,” Ryujin quickly deflected, averting her gaze as a giggle escaped Lia. Had Ryujin always been this fun to tease? Or did Lia finally understand why Ryujin teased her so much and was relishing the payback?

She couldn’t think too long on it as they arrived at the door’s intercom. A voice that was as much static as it was discipline answered their call:

[State your business]

“God, Reynold, it’s me! Yuna! Well, and company.”

“Come on in.”

The doors opened, revealing a checkered floor and white walls accented with gold and dressed in red velvet curtains.

“Holy fucking shit, Yuna!” Yeji exclaimed as they walked through the doors. “Your house is fancy as hell!”

“Most of it was just put up for the party,” Yuna grumbled. “It’s not like I walk through a house of gold walls and armor lining the halls everyday.”

“Yoink.”

“Ryujin!” Lia exclaimed as she turned towards the errant wanderer. “Please refrain from stealing the gold decorated decor from my aunt’s home!”

“What, you heard the squirt, they won’t miss this by tomorrow.”

Lia gave a heavy sigh. “That isn’t the point.”

“Your parents certainly didn’t spare any expense for your sister it appears…”

The statement was nothing but a mumble but it cut through the air and commanded all attention, as if recognizing no other statement could be worthy of filling the space.

“Yeah, it’s always this way,” Yuna muttered. “Hana’s such an annoying daddy’s girl that he’ll give her whatever she wants. I really wish my mom wouldn’t drag me into this shit. The less time I spend with family the better.”

“Yuna! You made it!”

Yuna immediately groaned as the familiar voice weighed down on her mind.

“Yes mother, I-mmmph.”

Her statement was silenced by her mother's tight hug. It was as quick as it was forceful with Yuna's mother quickly releasing her child to greet Yuna's friends.

“Ah, and I'm so glad you could make it Julia! It's been so long since you've been here to visit.”

“It's a pleasure to see you again too, Aunt Soobin,” Lia responded with a light bow. “It has certainly been a long time.”

“The most important thing is that you're here now,” her aunt answered with a warm smile. “And it's good to see you again, Chaeryoung. I must admit, I don't think I've met you two however.”

“My name's Yeji, and this is Ryujin,” Yeji responded as she followed Lia's gesture in a light bow. “Thank you so much for hosting us today Mrs. Shin.”

“Oh, it's no trouble at all!” Soobin exclaimed amicably. “I was just so glad to see you all were able to make it! Now, I apologize for cutting this short, but I do need to check on the catering. Please, make yourselves at home and enjoy the festivities.”

“She's gonna regret saying that.”

Yeji punched Ryujin for her mutterance as they all said their farewells to Yuna's mom. She strode away briskly to the sound of chatter and clamours as the scores of servants wove in and out of the crowd to provide appetizers, take dishes, and serve hand and foot to the guests for a now eighteen-year-old’s birthday party.

“Welp, no sense in hanging around here,” Yeji casually announced as she stepped before the group. “What do you all wanna do fir-?”

“Um, excuse me.”

“Huh?” Yeji turned towards the voice. The man appeared to be a couple years older than her, likely the same age as Hana, with short blonde hair that was gelled slightly back and a blue suit that looked like they stole it from the grave of a founding father.

“Is that dress supposed to be inspired by the 1778 Portrait of Marie Antionette?”

“Uhh…”

“You must be daft!”

Another man approached, this one with black hair that was slicked back to keep his chin length hair from falling in his face as he wore a black suit that was almost identical to the blonde's blue suit.

“Antoinette ruled during the Rococo Era whose style is signified by ruffles, ribbons and jewels! Although the neckpiece and jeweled pattern do give the dress a bit of flair, it is nowhere near as elaborate as the Rococo style. This looks more like a Baroque dress.”

“And I believe you are both wrong.”

A new face appeared, this man had dark skin and a more modern attire with his dark slacks and suit jacket, though that didn't seem to dampen his enthusiasm. “This dress is clearly an ode to Queen Elizabeth II’s coronation dress!”

“If that's the case, then why are there neck ruffles!”

“I'm sure she just took some creative liberties.”

“Listen!”

They all paused their bickering to turn to Yeji who had to take a deep breath to make sure she didn't blow up.

“So, like, I'm flattered you all seem to like my dress, I guess,” Yeji began as she scratched the back of her head. “But, like, there was no real inspiration for it other than, you know, colonial Victorian party so-”

“Oh don't try to patronize us!”

Yeji's eyes widened in disbelief.

“Excuse me?”

“You very obviously put a lot of thought into your attire for this soiree.”

“But, I really didn-”

“So which one of us is right?!”

“Ugh, are any of you listening to me?!”

“It's the Baroque Era, right?”

“No, Rococo!”

“I'm telling you all this dress is more modern than-”

“I need to run to the restroom!”

Yeji rushed off towards the nearest hallway, the boys only momentarily distracted by their bickering before rushing after their topic of debate.

“Wait, Yeji! Don't abandon me like this!”

But Yeji paid no heed to the plea, rushing down the nearest corridor as Yuna gave a sigh.

“Yuna, is there even a restroom down that hallway?”

“Fuck it if I know!” Yuna whined loudly. “How could Yeji just abandon me like this.”

“Because that's what royals do,” Ryujin responded in her apathetic tone. “Abandon the little people.”

“Unfortunately a very apt description of many who hold positions of power,” Chaeryoung responded with a sigh. “Though I do hope you could find it in yourself to forgive Yeji given the circumstances.”

“Ugh, if I have to,” Yuna whined with slumped shoulders before they perked in alarm.

“Oh, fuck! Don't tell me-!”

Coming from the same hallway that Yeji disappeared to was an all too familiar face with the familiar expression of disgust upon it.

“Crap, that's my sister! I gotta get out of here!”

“Yuna!”

Chaeryoung tried calling out, but Yuna rushed off, leaving Chaeryoung behind with her sad sigh.

“Ah! Chaeryoung Lee. Julia Choi. What a pleasure to see you both here.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Chaeryoung answered with a light bow.

“As it is mine,” Lia responded with a warm smile. “Congratulations on your eighteenth birthday.”

“Thank you,” Hana responded in a haughty tone. “If only Yuna could be as cordial as you two.”

Lia's jaw clenched instinctively as Chaeryoung kept her face perfectly neutral.

“I understand you and Yuna don't always see eye to eye, though I am certain that Yuna tries her best.”

“You truly are a saint, Chaeryoung Lee,” Hana responded with a slight scoff. “Well, I should get about to making the rounds. It was wonderful seeing you both.”

The two said their farewells as Hana wandered off back towards the room to engage in further mingling.

“Well she seems like a royal bitch.”

“Ryujin.”

“What? I'm just saying.”

Lia released a sigh as Chaeryoung shook her head.

“It'd be best if I went to search for Yuna. I know this must be a difficult time for her.”

She gave a sad smile before turning back to Lia and Ryujin.

“I hope you two are able to enjoy the party.”

She said her farewell and moved towards the hallway that Yuna had disappeared to as Lia released a sigh.

“Well, it looks like it's just us.”

“Yep,” Ryujin responded despondently. “Disappointed?”

Lia giggled lightly. “Hardly. This just means I get you all to myself.”

Ryujin paused before quickly scratching the back of her head that Lia was certain was to hide a blush. Another gleeful giggle escaped her as she grabbed Ryujin's arm.

“Come on, it's a party! We may as well enjoy it!”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Princess.”

Lia smiled brightly as she dragged Ryujin away from the door and into the bustle of the event.

“Come on, it'll be fun!” Lia responded excitedly as she tugged Ryujin forward, slightly relishing how the tables had turned from their Volt City excursion. “Oh, look! They even have a photo op here!”

Lia hopped onto the mini platform, raised like a stage in front of a golden picture frame embroidered in an elegant design to encase the blue and pink sky background that looked like it’d be the backdrop of a Revolutionary War painting. Chairs lined up in front of the backdrop with a large banner like flag on the far side of the chairs. Lia took the seat nearest the flag and leaned forward, resting an elbow on her crossed knees as she looked out towards Ryujin.

“How do I look?”

...Beautiful…

Not that Ryujin would have said that out loud Though she was worried the amount of silence she allowed after the question would have spoken louder if she didn't act fast.

“Mmm, I dunno,” Ryujin teased as she gave an indifferent shrug. “You kinda look like you got stood up at a tea party.”

Lia puffed her cheeks and gave Ryujin an indignant look.

“You know though, I don't think this background works with the chairs,” Ryujin lightly criticized as she stood behind the easel. “LIke, that sky looks like it'd give you the black lung just looking at it.”

Lia hummed in thought as she turned towards the background. “It does look like a smokey skyscape. Perhaps as if a cannon battle had taken place.”

“Who knows, maybe smokers had to get their fix some way.”

“For your information, tobacco was in circulation long before the 13 colonies became the United States Ryujin,” Lia responded with a light giggle. “Though, I think I see your meaning. The props look like a conference room while the background looks like a battlefield.”

“Poor planning on the party planner's part.”

“Which is such a shame,” Lia responded with a sigh. “You look so good behind that easel, I was hoping you would draw my portrait.”

“Yeah, so, we should move on-"

“But I don't want to leave yet.”

Ryujin quirked an eyebrow at Lia's plotting smile.

“Besides, I don't think anyone would mind if we made some rearrangements. At least so long as we return everything after.”

“What are you-?”

But Lia was already at work rearranging the chairs, laying them any which way atop each other in a pile as if they were great enemies she had conquered as she grabbed the flag from its holster. She gave it a few waves before setting one foot on the pile of fallen chairs, the flagpole resting on her shoulder as she stood atop her imaginary foes in triumph.

“Would this be an improvement to realizing your artistic vision?”

Ryujin stared blankly at Lia's haughty gesture before she forced out a chuckle.

“You're such a fucking weirdo.”

“Coming from you, that almost sounds like a compliment,” Lia responded smugly. “So, will you do my portrait?”

“Alright, fine,” Ryujin responded in mock exasperation. “But only because you're so desperate.”

“You say that, yet you look happier by this turn of events than I am.”

“Just… shut up before I change my mind.”

Lia giggled as Ryujin practically hid her face behind the easel. She probably should have tried harder to stay still and keep a straight face as Ryujin drew her portrait, but she just couldn't help but make coy smiles and stifled giggles whenever her eyes met Ryujin's who would quickly retreat her gaze back to the canvas. Something was different recently, but Lia couldn't quite pinpoint what. She just knew that things were different for the better.

And she didn't want to lose that no matter the cost.

---

Chaeryoung never thought she could feel so lost.

It was strange, thinking that someone who she had known for so long she now felt like she knew so little about.

After all, this was her first time entering Yuna's home.

It was as extravagant on the inside as it was walking past and seeing it 3 acres away from the black gate that deterred any undesirables from entering. Though, perhaps the inside was even more extravagant with all the elegant decorations used to remodel a family home into a royal palace.

It all felt so hollow.

All the glitz and glamor and still Yuna spent every waking moment of her life being anywhere but the house that presented itself as a fantastical dreamscape.

Nothing was ever how it seemed.

Which, was reinforced for Chaeryoung as she closed the visor of one of the suits of armor.

“Why is she here?!”

Chaeryoung perked at the comment, her mind immediately clearing to prepare for wherever the conversation may go.

“What do you mean ‘why is she here’?! Yuna's as much as part of this family as any of our children!”

SLAP

Chaeryoung jolted at the sound.

“Don’t spew that garbage at me! Yuna's no daughter of mine, and no amount of your pretending is going to change that.”

Heavy footsteps echoed through the hall as Chaeryoung rushed behind the nearest suit of armor, listening with trepidation as the footsteps grew louder only to quickly pass and continue their tirade down the far end of the corridor. Chaeryoung peeked her head out, making sure that the man had completely disappeared before she fully withdrew from her hiding.

She stepped into the hallway, turning towards the opposite hall that the footsteps had disappeared to when a freshly familiar face turned the corner.

“Oh! Why, hello Chaeryoung! Are you looking for something?”

“Oh, not at all!” Chaeryoung quickly assured with a friendly smile. “I simply found myself enamored by the decor and wanted to see how extensive it was. You truly did a wonderful job putting this all together.”

“Oh! Well, thank you!” Yuna's mother responded in a tone that was a mix of shock and flattered. “It's Hana's eighteenth birthday and she's been vying to go to college out of state, so we wanted to give her a final fond memory before she takes on the world.”

“You did a wonderful job,” Chaeryoung answered, forcing the thoughts that clamored for her attention back into the background. “Hana's lucky to have such caring parents.”

“Y-Yes!” The woman exclaimed uneasily. “Yes, she certainly is.”

Chaeryoung hummed in affirmation, letting the sound set Yuna's mother at ease.

“I did want to ask, how are you faring? I imagine hosting a party of this scale must be incredibly taxing.”

“Oh, I'm fine,” Yuna's mother assured. “Really, it matters so much more that everyone's enjoying themselves.”

“I understand that,” Chaeryoung responded with a light nod. “Though, you shouldn't neglect yourself for everyone else's sake. You deserve some happiness too.”

Yuna's mother visibly froze in response to the statement as Chaeryoung made her move to leave.

“Now, if you don't mind, I do need to reconnect with my friends so-”

“Wait!”

Chaeryoung paused, watching Yuna's mother whose perfectly curated mask was now a picture of panic.

“Please don't tell Yuna what you heard here.”

“I assure you, I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Chaeryoung's smile morphed into something serious.

“Whatever your relation is to your husband is your business. However, Yuna is my best friend, and if any threat comes to her then make no mistake I will do everything in my power to protect her.”

They stood across from each other, a silent battle of wills sneaking into the atmosphere before Yuna's mother gave a light chuckle.

“You know, you said that Hana was lucky to have caring parents like me and Hyunsik, but I think Yuna's luckier to have a wonderful friend like you.”

She gave Chaeryoung a wide smile that Chaeryoung couldn't help but believe was the first authentic smile the woman had shown in a long time. A twinge of melancholy gripped Chaeryoung's heart as she soothed it with a smile of her own.

“I'm the lucky one for having Yuna.”

She turned her smile towards Yuna's mother before it morphed in uncertainty.

“You don't have to tolerate this. There are resources for you and people that will support you.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I couldn't do that right now,” Yuna's mother responded. “Hana would be devastated if I did anything like that.”

“Ah,” Chaeryoung responded in sudden realization. “Hence the elaborance of this ceremony I take it?”

Yuna's mother didn't respond. Simply hugging one elbow and dropping her head as if admitting defeat to a child.

“Again, your business is your business. But I suggest you speak with Yuna sooner rather than later. Situations like this only get worse the longer you allow them to fester.”

Soobin gave a heavy sigh in response that seemed to release all the weight on her shoulders.

“I understand. Thank you again for looking after Yuna. I'm grateful for all the support you've provided her.”

“I'm just as grateful for Yuna,” Chaeryoung answered with a soft smile returning. “I hope you're able to enjoy the rest of the party.”

Chaeryoung stated her farewell and made her exit, her mind still trying to process what all happened and piece together what everything meant. A part of her mind screamed at her it was obvious, another part of her nagged that there was so much more information she was missing for anything to be conclusive. Regardless of what happened, there was one thing that didn't change.

Yuna was still Chaeryoung's best friend.

And she would be there to support Yuna no matter what happened.

---

Man, what did it take to get out of there?

Seriously! She was pretty sure she had run two miles just trying to get away from all those fanatical weirdos who took way too much interest in her dress. She just bought it from Party City, it wasn't even meant to be authentic!

Man, why did they have to be so annoying.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

Yeji instinctively jolted before whipping her gaze up. There was an enormous chandelier that hung from the ceiling, looking like crystals raining out of a golden globe just to rise up and lift the gold gilded candle lights that decorated the chandeliers waist. And atop the chandelier was Yuna, leaning forward to find Yeji who was hiding in the nook between a wall and a chair. Yeji couldn't help but chuckle.

“Goddamn, Yuna! How the fuck is that thing staying stable? Also, how in the hell did you get up there?”

“It's a talent,” Yuna brushed off before turning a smile back to Yeji. “Looks like you finally lost all your admirers there.”

“Ugh, I'm blaming you for this.”

“But I didn't do anything!”

Yeji laughed heartily as she got up from her hiding place.

“It's all good. I'm guessing you ended up here hiding from the party too, huh?”

“Honestly, I didn't even want to be here,” Yuna whined as she swung on the chandelier. “Why does my mom always have to make a big deal of this?!”

“Meh, families can be complicated,” Yeji responded with a smile. “It sounds like your mom cares a lot about you though if she goes so far to include you.”

“She just cares about having the picture perfect family,” Yuna mumbled under her breath. “She doesn't actually care about me.”

“It could just be that she doesn't know how to connect with you,” Yeji offered with a shrug. “I get it though. It's hard when it feels like there's no one in the family who really understands you.”

“Yeah,” Yuna practically sighed as she leaned forward. “Like, why can't Mom understand I'm perfectly happy not being part of the family.”

“She probably just thinks that's a sad thing to be happy about,” Yeji answered with a light smile. “But that doesn't make it easier when they don't trust what you tell them you need.”

“You can say that again,” Yuna responded with a groan. “I just wish she'd do more to understand where I'm coming from.”

“I get that,” Yeji responded as she took a seat beneath the chandelier. “I really do.”

Yuna smiled as she leaned back on the chandelier, letting the comfort of a familiar friend fill her mind before she heard another familiar voice.

“So this is where the two of you chose to take refuge.”

Yuna bolted up as Yeji gave a friendly wave.

“Hey Chae! Nice job finding us.”

“I will admit, it took a while,” Chaeryoung responded as her gaze panned upward. “Though, I don't believe I will be able to join Yuna in her respite.”

“Hey, I could help you up here if you're interested.”

Chaeryoung shook her head with a giggle.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I'll pass.”

“As any reasonable person would.”

The three shifted their gazes to the newcomers as a smile crossed Yuna's face.

“Lia! Ryujin! Aw, it's like you're on a date or something.”

“This isn't a date!”

Ryujin rolled her eyes as Lia was still visibly tensed beside her. “Glad being a beanstalk helped you achieve something for once.”

“Oh, fuck off Ryujin,” Yuna answered as she slid off the chandelier top, her hands gripping the gold bar that held the lights, tilting Yuna towards the ground before she let go to land with a light thud.

“How in the hell did that thing hold your weight?”

“I told you Yeji, it's a talent,” Yuna responded as she raised back to her full height. “Welp, now that that's done, what do you all wanna do next?”

“What I want, is for you all to stop ruining my party!”

Furious footsteps stormed into the room as Hana rushed up to Yuna.

“You and your friends need to leave, now!”

“Chill out, Karen, we didn't do anything.”

“What'd you call me?!”

Ryujin gave Hana her characteristic smirk as Lia hid her face in her hands.

“Actually, I don't care,” she announced before turning back to Yuna. “You and your delinquent friends need to go!”

“Look, I don't mean to argue, but I agree with Ryujin,” Yeji responded. “Like, what did we do that was so bad? We can try to behave ourselves better if you need.”

“Oh don't give me that sass!” Hana commanded as she turned on Yeji. “You just dressed like that to upstage me, didn't you?!”

“Uh… what are you talking about?”

“All anyone's talking about is your stupid dress!” Hana complained loudly. “Which era, or which queen, or which country was your dress inspired by! What does it even matter! This is my party!”

“Which, I totally agree with,” Yeji responded quickly, attempting to placate her. “Why don't you tell them you figured out my dress? Whatever you say, I'll back you up.”

“Oh please, like that's going to help anything,” Hana haughtily dismissed. “Besides, that's just one of the problems. Everyone's now messing with the decor for the selfie stands!”

“Um…” Lia hesitantly broached. “I don't see how that's such a bad thing.”

“Of course you would say that!” Hana accused as she turned on Lia. “After you and your schoolgirl friend here ruined the selfie setting, people have been taking decorations left and right for the selfie stand! Someone even attempted to steal a suit of armor and wear it for the photo op!”

“My bad, didn't realize you were trying to have a shitshow party.”

“EXCUSE ME?!?!?!”

“Hana, I understand that this party was not as you anticipated; however, you cannot truly believe it fair to cast blame on us for the unorthodox behavior of others.”

A frustrated sigh escaped Hana. She slowly turned her glare towards Chaeryoung who met the gaze unfazed.

“You know, this is why I absolutely cannot stand you.”

“Hey! Don't talk to Chae like-!”

“You always walk around on your high horse, as if you're somehow better than everyone just because you're so dissatisfied with your own lot in life.”

“Hana! Shut-!”

“No, you shut up Yuna!” Hana shouted as she whirled back on her sibling. “You always have to get in the way of everything! You shouldn't even be here! You're not even-!”

BOOOOOOM

They all shrieked as the sound echoed throughout the halls, followed by incessant thudding that fell onto the roof.

“What's happening?! What is that?!”

“God, what the fuck was that?!”

“Wait, does anyone see that?!”

“Sneakers?”

Yuna's question drowned in the sound of the thumping as she moved towards the nearest window.

“Oh my god! I completely forgot!”

“Yuna?! Where are you going?!”

“Wait! You can't just leave me behind!!!”

“What the fuck is going on?!”

They all rushed to follow Yuna who hurried down a corridor that led to the backyard garden. Sneakers continued to roll off the roof to rain onto the ground.

“This is fucking weird.”

“Wait a minute,” Yeji paused for a moment. “Yuna, wasn't this from Shoebertron?”

Yuna gave an awkward giggle as she scratched the back of her head. “Yeah, I thought it'd be funny if I could see how many shoes I could fill Shoebertron with that would still allow them to float.”

Yuna finished with another awkward chuckle as Lia, once again, hid her face in her hands.

“Damn Yuna, I about lost my shit when I heard that ‘boom.’”

“Didn't anyone teach you to put your fucking toys away?”

“What?! Shoebertron is basically a balloon! They're meant to be free!”

“Ugh, you see! It's exactly beause you do things like this that no one wants anything to do with you!”

“And you know what, that's perfectly fine!” Yuna shouted back almost instinctively. “I don't give a shit whether you, or Dad, or anybody else gives a flying fuck about me! You can say I'm weird, a nuisance, or whatever bullshit you want, but don't you ever fucking talk to my friends like that! If you ever say shit like that again I will make your life so miserable that even dad won't be able to help you! Am I clear?!”

The two sisters glared at each other, Hana refusing to retreat despite Yuna's height advantage. Finally, Hana responded with a sneer.

“Tsk, fine!”

She stormed off from the patio before slamming the door behind her as Yuna loudly released the breath she'd been holding.

“Damn, Yuna, way to tell your sister what's up!”

“Meh, that's pretty typical us behavior,” Yuna responded to Yeji's comment before turning to the rest of her friends. “Sorry she was an ass to all of you.”

“It's no fault of yours, Yuna.”

“You can't help that your sister's a bitch.”

“For real! If you're sister wants to be an ass, you can't blame yourself for that.”

“Is that really how Hana typically treats you?”

They all turned to Lia's solemn question who avoided the gazes of everyone present.

“It's not something to sound so sad about Lia,” Yuna responded with a warm smile. “Besides, I have you! And my friends. And the Hussey Hole!”

“But- Kyaaaah!”

Lia immediately glared at Yuna who’s warm smile turned mischievous.

“Yuna! What was that for!”

“That's for moping at a party,” Yuna informed emphatically while grabbing another sneaker. “So think fast!”

“Kyaaaaah!”

Lia ducked as Ryujin caught the sneaker behind her. Ryujin with a blank expression that was turning smug.

“So that's how you want to play?”

“Aaaaah! Don't hurt me!”

“Hey, why are you hiding behind me!”

Ryujin threw the shoe that hit the meatshield Yeji in the shoulder as she tried to escape Yuna's grip. She tore herself from Yuna's hold before grabbing two sneakers and doing a spinning throw to launch one at Yuna before whipping the other towards Ryujin. The shoes flew all across the backyard, the five of them engaging in an all-out sneaker war as they laughed at their own antics. They didn't even care when Chaeryoung informed them that Hana had locked them out of the house. They were in their own world with the people who mattered.

And that was all Yuna could ever ask for.

Chapter 40: Rac3r

Notes:

Oh my gosh I am finally back! First of all, I am so sorry for the delay. Life just got away from me in ways I never really anticipated, namely, I actually started dating someone. And... it's been really interesting. I mean, I had spent all of my life single and had only ever written about relationships, but being in one is so incredible. She's wonderful, empathetic and kind and it's been an interesting journey both of us being trans lesbians discovering and growing in our identities in what's felt like the first time for both of us. Also, I feel like I should say, I'm sorry about how this has impacted my pace at uploading. Life has just been running away with me as I've been trying to figure out how to get into a new routine with this change, but I'm determined to keep this fic running to the best of my ability! Anyways, that's enough about that, but I greatly appreciate all of you for your patience and support! I hope you all enjoy the 40th chapter of The Time of Our Lives and please comment, kudos, and, most importantly, enjoy =)

The days rolled on to the rhythm of the mundane. Moments that for many would have been momentous achievements were simply a part of Chaeryoung's routine.

“The use of standardized testing not only creates barriers for individuals to highlight their true potential, but also fails to support students in developing the relevant skills that are most sought after in the workforce. The North American Executive notes that one of the top five traits for aspiring leaders is creativity, a skill that, not only cannot be demonstrated in a standardized test, but is actively discouraged. Students are restricted in their thinking; expected to respond to prompts and answer adequately without having the opportunity to share insights into new solutions, or question the context further in order to determine the best solution. However, this should not be surprising since standardized testing came about during the time of the industrial revolution where the primary goal was to test new workers on their ability to follow instructions as opposed to think critically. Although these tests are used to determine one's eligibility and readiness for college, they often fail to show what makes a student college-ready since they simply highlight a student's ability to memorize answers to questions without regard to a student's ability to process and navigate complex situations and information. There are plenty of other measures to show a student's capabilities including through essays, supervised practice, teach backs or other projects that enhance a student's ability to highlight their knowledge, yet we so often fall back on standardized testing because it is easy to administer, quick to grade, and straightforward for college admissions teams to understand. My question is though, if we continue to administer these assessments as ways of testing knowledge because of their ease and efficiency, then how much do we actually value knowledge if we allow the brilliant minds that can show their skills most adequately beyond a test to be lost?”

Chaeryoung gave her address with a kind smile, never wavering, always on point. It was no surprise to anyone when Greenstone Preparatory Academy was named the winner of their debate against Ridgehill. Cheers surrounded Chaeryoung as she was surrounded into the embrace of her team as she smiled and congratulated the other members on their shared victory.

And the days kept rolling forward.

“What would you like your vote to go towards?”

She was out in the hallway, the teenage crier shouting in the enclosed streets of her sheltered society as she called out to her peers to answer.

“Your vote is your voice and it deserves to be heard!”

“Yo, Chae!”

Chaeryoung whipped her gaze towards the familiar brunette who greeted her with a high-five.

“You hear lately? You've been rocking the polls since the dance!”

“I am aware, Zoey,” Chaeryoung responded with a friendly smile. “However, I cannot simply remain idle. I run for student council so that I may work alongside the student body, not above it.”

“Hey!”

The squeaky voice of a middle schooler called their attention as they turned towards the boy who looked to be just a couple years younger than Chaeryoung.

“You're on the student council, right?”

“That would be correct,” Chaeryoung responded with a genuine smile. “Is there something I can do for you?”

“Yeah!” The boy eagerly cheered. “I wanted to know, can you replace the drinking fountains with fountains that give us soda instead?!”

Chaeryoung had to restrain the giggle that struggled to break free.

“I apologize, but I do not believe our school would be able to fund such a project. After all, with there being younger children at our school, we would likely get complaints about over caffeinated elementary schoolers bouncing off the walls. And they would likely make it incredibly challenging to focus on academics here, wouldn't you agree?”

“Man, that's no fair!” the child whined. “I mean, what if we just put it in the middle and high school wings?!”

“And risk luring a mob of elementary schoolers to the older childrens’ wings? Also, wouldn't that limit the supply of soda that each student of each wing could receive if the fountains were limited to certain areas?”

“Ugh, maybe you've got a point.”

Chaeryoung shook her head with a smile. “I do apologize that I wouldn't be able to deliver on that desire. Are there other opportunities you would like to have at this school? For instance, what extracurriculars are you interested in?”

“Huh? Oh, I’m part of the computer science club!”

“Ah, I heard that club just started recently.”

“Yeah, my sister's super into robotics so the two of us petitioned for a club and it's been so much fun!”

“Well, wouldn't it be more fun if we could coordinate different robotics competitions with other high schools?”

“You can do that?!”

“We can look into it. After all, we would have to see if there are enough other schools that have computer science as a club, but even if we can’t coordinate that, I'm sure we could work out a tour of Winchester University and coordinate meetings with their own computer science professors.”

“Wait, you can make that happen?!”

Chaeryoung gave a warm smile. “Greenstone Preporatory Academy has a wealth of resources at their disposal, including connections to other universities. I would be sure to support you if that's what you wish.”

“Absolutely! That would be awesome!”

“Well then, talk with your club about what you would like and come back to me with any proposals you have. I would be more than happy to use my position to support you however I can.”

“Absolutely! Thank you so much!”

He ran off, giving Chaeryoung a backwards wave as she waved back with a smile.

“Honestly, you should be running for president if you could get a twelve-year-old to understand why soda water fountains aren't realistic.”

“I have no interest in being president,” Chaeryoung responded. “I'm interested in being a voice for the people, and I am a better voice for them as treasurer.”

Zoey shrugged as the adolescents crowded around Chaeryoung, seeking her advice, counsel, support and encouragement as they all left with optimism and cheer.

It was all so typical for the perfect and ethereal Chaeryoung.

At least, all of those moments were typical.

“Please let me know if you have any questions on your paper.”

She stared at the bold red letter that taunted her as the school bell blazed in her ears.

How could she not get above a ‘B’?

“Class dismissed. Have a wonderful day everyone.”

The rustling of students echoed off the classroom walls as Chaeryoung continued to stare at the paper before her.

Why did this keep happening?

“You shouldn't linger too long, Ms. Lee. Your next class will start soon.”

Chaeryoung sighed heavily before turning towards the English teacher.

“Ms. Callister, I-!...”

The words caught in Chaeryoung's throat as she turned back to her paper.

Ms. Callister gave a sigh in response.

“Ms. Lee, don't take the grade too harshly. Your argumentative essays are without peer.”

“If my argumentative essays are so impeccable then why are my narratives so lacking?”

“We've had this conversation before. You focus too much on facts.”

“But the facts are what are important!”

“And feelings have no place or purpose?”

Chaeryoung's gaze remained downcast as she stared at the black words that seemed to mock her for writing them.

“Appealing to emotion is a fallacy…”

“According to an individualistic Western ideology that privileges a white, male perspective. But not everyone thinks so little of their feelings. Or the feelings of others.”

Chaeryoung closed her eyes tightly, took in a deep breath, and then released it.

“This essay was supposed to be a personal narrative about what you wish to do when you graduate and the impact you hope to have upon graduating. You cite a lot of facts about what a humanitarian lawyer does and the impacts they have on the world, but that doesn't tell me why you wish to be one.”

“Shouldn't it be apparent that I wish to be a part of the impacts that are already being made?”

“We aren't all moved by facts and statistics alone. Numbers are important, but stories humanize those numbers.”

Chaeryoung hummed in response as she turned back to the essay.

“I'll give it some thought. Would it be alright if I work on this and return it again?”

“Absolutely, and the offer is still available if you decide to rework your Pedagogy of the Oppressed book report from a few weeks ago.”

“O-of course,” Chaeryoung responded as she quickly filed the paper in her notebook. “Well, I believe that is everything. Thank you so much for the feedback.”

“It's my pleasure. And, if you decide you would like some additional assistance, please don't hesitate to ask.”

Chaeryoung hummed in affirmation as she gave a light bow and left the classroom. She refused to allow any kind of inadequacy in her studies.

And she was going to make Ms. Callister realize that.

---

Her fingers clacked against the keys, chirping and dancing to Chaeryoung's ruminations as she scowled at the words that came to life before her.

The foundations of our society are built upon the shoulders of brave individuals who stood up for the rights and liberties of others. From Harriet Tubman, to Martin Luther King Jr., from Malcom X to Marsha P. Johnson and so many others. America claims itself to be a democracy, a country that prides itself on the freedoms it grants those naturalized in the nation; however, Frederick Douglas so greatly pointed out the hypocrisy of this notion during his Fourth of July speech “What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?” Despite the United States Constitution proclaiming to guarantee the rights and liberties of those who reside in its borders, too many have fallen victim to the patriarchal, white supremacist and xenophobic regime that has held democracy hostage to a plutocratic oligarchy. No individuals should have their rights or dignity stripped away from them, which is why I wish to dedicate my career to defending those rights as a human rights lawyer.

Her eyes narrowed at the words. It was well written, certainly, but was it written well enough for Ms. Callister? Was there enough emotion? Did it convey her desires well enough?

She groaned into her arms, desperation weighing heavy on her mind as she sank deeper into herself atop her desk.

Perhaps this was hopeless after all.

TING

She lifted her head as high as she raised her phone, ear resting against her arm on the desk.

 

FROM: Yuna Shin

yo chae! husy hol?

 

Chaeryoung groaned. It wasn't necessary for her to do this. There were more important things than an ‘A’ on a paper. It was absurd of her to let this bother her so badly.

The logical thing would be to not worry about it.

Though, she also believed if the world was following logic she would have gotten an ‘A’ on her first paper.

Why was this such a struggle for her?

TING

The notification on her computer resonated through the room as the pop-up shielded her from rediscovering her frustrating task.

A smile crossed her face.

She immediately shifted to an internet browser as she pulled up a YouTube page. A very familiar dancer from a not-so-long-ago trip had posted a new video. The music in the background was a hip hop beat with no vocals which allowed the dancer to hone in on the rhythm. Her back and shoulder popped to the gunshot sounds before grabbing the hand behind her over her head to swing her away from the auditory assault. Chaeryoung couldn't help but try to imitate it but it just didn't seem right, her movements weren't succinct enough, her limbs weren't flexible enough, her body wasn't free enough.

How could she look so free?

The screen faded, darkness overtaking the light before replacing it with images of other videos curated to entice Chaeryoung further. Admittedly, she had only bothered to watch the videos from a particular dancer.

It was a chance encounter that Chaeryoung always thought fondly of.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

Congratulations on your latest video. Your performance was incredibly well executed.

 

She hit the send button when not another minute later she received a response.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Man, you've sent me these so many times and I still can't get over how boring you make compliments sound haha

 

Chaeryoung broke a smile at the comment. It wasn't all that often that she connected with Rachelle after returning from the trip from Los Cielos, but she made it a point to congratulate her on every video.

That trip already seemed like so long ago.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

It's a habit I am afraid I am uncertain of how to break.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

You could try saying shit others your age would say. Like ‘That was fucking awesome!’ is a great start.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

I suppose I could give such a statement a try, though I am worried it would sound awkward since that phrase isn't in my common vernacular.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Yeah, I forgot I was asking for a compliment from the Webster's Dictionary XD

 

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes in response to the comment as the phone summoned her attention back towards it.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Also, I just started your podcast and I absolutely love it! You're so fucking smart it's crazy!

 

Chaeryoung scratched the back of her head instinctually. It shouldn't have bothered her, she was used to being called smart. But with what was happening with her paper…

We aren't all moved by facts and statistics alone. Numbers are important but stories humanize those numbers.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

By the by, Rachelle, do you mind if I ask you something?

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Sure, what's up?

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

What do you want to do when you grow up? I would assume something with dance, correct?

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Yeah, dancing is fun, but more than anything I would love to be a choreographer! Like, imagine, people for generations following a dance I created! That would be so cool!

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

You are already impeccable with the videos you produce online. I am certain you would make a wonderful choreographer.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

At least that last line sounded like a compliment haha

Why did you ask?

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

What do you mean?

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

I mean, you never ask a question without a reason. So what's up?

 

Chaeryoung stared at the question for a moment, the words taunting her as cruelly as the words on her computer that she tried to avoid noticing.

Eventually though, she would have to face the truth.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

The truth is I have been charged with writing a narrative essay on what I wish to do with my career upon graduation. I spoke about wishing to be a human rights lawyer, but the paper was returned to me.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

WHAT?! YOU FLUNKED A PAPER?!?!?!

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

I didn't 'flunk.'

I received a 'B.'

Though, being transparent, it feels like I've failed.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

I mean, a 'B' isn't bad. But I bet you're gunning for an 'A,' huh?

 

Chaeryoung let her head hang slightly, unsure how to respond to being called out so brazenly.

 

FROM: Rachelle WIlliams

Did your teach say why you didn't get an 'A'?

 

Chaeryoung sighed in response.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

Something to the effect of 'I focus too much on facts, yet a personal narrative needs less of those.'

 

The phone went silent for a moment, Chaeryoung wondering if the messages would abandon her and leave her to suffer in isolation.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Well, I guess I could see that, though I don't know if I know enough to really say.

I mean, what DO you want to do when you graduate?

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

My plan is to be a human rights lawyer.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Okay, that's a PLAN. But is that actually what you want?

 

TO: Rachell Williams

Of cour-

 

She paused, mid-typing. Did she really want to become a human rights lawyer? To dedicating her life representing cases in a flawed legal system with back-hand dealings and corrupt judges who will determine a verdict before evidence has been presented? She had watched her parents work within the system for so long, that the more she saw the courts favor the wealthy, the more disillusioned she was that she would want anything to do with it.

 

TO: Rachelle WIlliams

To be frank, I... I don't know. However, I will most likely become a lawyer. After all, I already have more knowledge and experience with law than most of my same-aged peers as well as have adequate skill with the subject matter; however, I could not say whether I have any desire to be a lawyer, or if I simply am following the path of least resistance.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Hm… You know, I guess that makes sense. Sometimes, when you’re good at something, it's easy to feel like that’s what you'll end up doing whether you like it or not.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

Precisely. And now I am being confronted with a challenge of insurmountable proportion where my instructor requests I provide them a personal narrative of said desired career!

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Damn, I never thought even you would exaggerate at times.

 

Chaeryoung responded to the message with a sigh.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

My apologies, the stress simply has me flustered.

 

She hovered over the send button, the words blaring against her vision as her thumb forced itself to press the ‘ENTER’ button.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

I just don't know what to do…

 

She hit send as her heart pounded in her chest. There had been many moments when she was uncertain, but she knew perfectly she had never admitted to any of those moments.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

I appreciate you telling me that.

 

A quiet sigh escaped Chaeryoung as she hugged her knees contentedly.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Why not just make your paper about that?

 

Chaeryoung's eyes widened and her fingers flew across the glass screen.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

That would be absurd! This is a personal narrative about our desired future! How could I possibly write an essay about being ignorant to my own dreams?!

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Well, how are you going to write a personal narrative if you're lying about what you want in the first place?

 

Chaeryoung stared at the words before her, the digital ink seeming to speak to her in her mind.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

You're, what? 14? Honestly, I would be shocked if you did know what you wanted to do, even if you supposedly have everything figured out. But, isn't that exactly what being a kid is all about? Figuring out what you want out of the future when you can finally reach it?

 

Chaeryoung's fingers gripped her phone with the tight gentleness of a hand grasping another's for comfort.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

That… is… rather profound…

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Left you speechless with my knowledge, did I? XD

 

Chaeryoung rolled her eyes at the response, though the smile stayed steady on her face.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

To an extent. Though, I suppose inspired would be more accurate than speechless.

 

She smiled as she sent the message only to continue onto another.

 

TO: Rachelle Williams

I believe I understand how I wish to engage in this assignment and should continue my work, but I greatly appreciate your words and wisdom. Thank you for all your help Rachelle and I hope you have a wonderful rest of your evening.

 

FROM: Rachelle Williams

Anytime. Have a good night! Let me know if you need anything!

 

Chaeryoung smiled as she set her phone aside to return to the computer. The words on her screen continued to mock and threaten her with her anticipatory inadequacy.

She wouldn't fall prey to their illusion any longer.

Her fingers returned to the keyboard, undeterred from her previous follies. She was going to show Ms. Callister she could write a personal narrative.

And she wasn't going to accept any other outcome.

---

BRRRRRRRR

The school bell screamed over the rustles and chatter of eager students seeking their freedom as Chaeryoung lingered at her desk.

This was it.

She stared at the paper on her desk as the students rushed past her, leaving an absence so apparent it felt like she could be sucked out of her seat. A part of her was tempted to allow the force to transport her elsewhere, though she recognized the irrationality of such a desire. After all, she was simply turning in a paper. A paper she was delivering to the most critical and meticulous instructor she had ever engaged with in her nine years of academia, but it was still just a paper.

It shouldn't be this distressing.

“Miss Lee? You going to head to class?”

Chaeryoung instinctually flinched, berating herself for her tensed shoulders as her fingers clenched in her lap.

“I will. However, I would like you to see my latest essay.”

“I'm happy to oblige,” Ms. Callister responded. “Though you should leave it on my desk and start heading to your next class. Passing period is only five minutes.”

“If it wouldn't be too much, I would like to be here as you review my essay,” Chaeryoung stated, gaze unwavering from Ms. Callister's own. Her instructor raised an eyebrow that seemed to doubt Chaeryoung's convictions, but she remained steadfast as a silent battle seemed to ensue between them.

“I can give you a note then,” Ms. Callister informed. “Is that the essay?”

“It is.”

“Then come to my desk and allow me some time.”

“Of course.”

Chaeryoung nodded, keeping her voice as even as possible as she rose from her desk and handed her essay over. She barely registered when Ms. Callister took the paper and whisked it towards her desk, though Chaeryoung refused to be caught a step behind.

“Feel free to grab a seat.”

“Of course.”

Chaeryoung pulled the nearest desk from Ms. Callister's, watching as Ms. Callister’s eyes narrowed at the pristine pages that held Chaeryoung's most vulnerable thoughts. She stabbed it with her red pen, slashing ink across the lines as Chaeryoung held her hands tightly in her lap.

It was simply unfair.

She was following everything her professor had requested, right?

Why wasn't her work good enough for this one teacher?

The scrithing stopped, Chaeryoung remained still in her seat, eyes and fists clenched as she awaited the news.

“Congratulations.”

Chaeryoung looked numbly at Ms. Callister who's stern face betrayed no emotion as Chaeryoung slowly grabbed the paper. She looked it over, eyes glazing across the red ink that dripped from the pristine white page before her eyes caught sight of the large letter at the top.

“You gave me an ‘A’?”

“No, you earned yourself an ‘A’.”

Chaeryoung's eyes continued to stare on in disbelief, as if she were waiting for the ink to morph itself back into a symbol of self-defeat.

“Ms. Lee, it's no secret that you're brilliant,” Ms. Callister began. “All the faculty know of the prodigy child whose intelligence is leagues beyond her grade. You race forward to accomplish some of the most amazing feats this school has witnessed, yet stall in the face of advancing your grade level.  Clearly, you have your reasons, but you always speak of reasons beyond yourself, as if you don't have any thoughts or feelings on the matter.”

“My thoughts and feelings are irrelevant,” Chaeryoung responded. “It's imperative to remain objective to maintain fairness for all.”

“But can fairness truly be achieved by such an isolationist idea as objectivity when each person's experience is unique to them?”

“That sounds like an incredibly binary perspective to take,” Chaeryoung retorted.

“I agree,” Ms. Callister responded. “Though I’m not concerned with your ability to draw facts and conclusions. However, you seem to privilege those over even your own feelings. An argument isn't discredited by admitting you privilege a specific perspective, whether due to your culture, values, or so forth, but pretending you do not have biases in your perspective makes you come across as uncritical. It is just as important to know why you stand for what you do from your own experience as it is to evaluate information that justifies your claim.”

Chaeryoung's hands gripped on the paper, crinkling it slightly as she noticed herself shake slightly.

“Are you alright, Miss Lee?”

Chaeryoung's eyes widened before she realized that tears had fallen from her eyes. She quickly turned away to wipe them.

“I apologize for losing my composure.”

“That's nothing to apologize for,” Ms. Callister stated as she handed Chaeryoung a box of tissues. “Your feelings are just as important as the numbers you cite. Don't treat them as impertinent.”

Chaeryoung turned warily as she gazed at the box offered. She gingerly pulled a tissue out.

“I-I thank you…”

“Don't worry about it,” Ms. Callister responded kindly. “But please, do let me know if you have any further questions or if I can help you. You're a brilliant student, and I wish to support you in whatever way is needed.”

“Th-thanks,” Chaeryoung managed to squeak out as she put on a brave smile. “Truly, your words are greatly appreciated.”

“It's what I'm here for,” Ms. Callister responded. “Here's a note for your next class. Don't make it a habit to be late now.”

“I won't,” Chaeryoung chuckled lightly at the subtle jab. “Thank you again, Ms. Callister. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Have a good day, Miss Lee.”

She received a wave before Chaeryoung escaped into the hallway. She reached back up to her eyes, still damp from the tears that had leaked through her perfectly curated face.

Why… did that happen?
She closed her eyes as more tears threatened to leak out. She knew why. She always talked about what was right, what was logical, what was fair.

She never talked about what was painful.

She was so accustomed to being told that emotions were unnecessary. They were simply obstacles to the true reason that humans were supposed to rely on.

Emotions were the enemy.

But she never treated her friends emotions as such. So why was she always isolating her feelings from herself?

She took deep breaths to slow her heart and stop her tears. This wasn't going to be answered today. And it may not be answered tomorrow.

But she was going to try to figure it out.

She had spent so long vilifying her emotions.

And it was time for her to reconcile with them.

Chapter 41: What I Want

Summary:

Oh my gosh, a new chapter is finally here!!!!!!! Ugh, I'll try not to apologize, but I so greatly appreciate everyone for their patience! I ended up getting a slipped disc in my back and then I caught mono so my writing really took a backburner for a while and... it bothered me so much. I love writng, and it makes me so happy to hear folks are continuing to enjoy this fic, even after all the years since it started! It's been a long time coming, but we have finally made it to chapter 41 with many more chapters to come so please leave your comments and kudos and, most importantly, enjoy =)

“Ryujin!!!”

She cried out the name, desperate and determined as the rain threatened to drown her voice in the torrent and the master to the name on her lips stood hazily on the horizon. Her feet pounded against the cobble street, puddles splashing and thunder roaring at her uncaring haste as the figure before her became clearer with every step she took.

“RYUJIN!!!”

“What do you want, Princess.”

Her voice sounded like a whisper against the storm but held all the force of a hurricane waiting to flood Lia’s senses. Thunder roared in response and a flash of lightning illuminated the night, decorating Ryujin's beautiful face. Her hair stuck to her cheeks like slender fingers longing to caress a lover that caused Lia's own fingers to twitch at her sides.

“I thought that would be painfully obvious by now.”

Lia's eyes stayed locked onto Ryujin. She felt naked before the girl with the rain hugging her dress tightly against her form. Ryujin's hoodie was just as drenched, stooping as if the article was trying to drag Ryujin to the bowls of the Earth just as Lia was trying desperately to keep Ryujin where she stood.

“Then you might want to reconsider, Princess.”

Ryujin's taciturn tone seemed to freeze the rain that clung to Lia, sending a shiver down her spine.

“You can't come with me.”

“Like hell I can't!”

She stomped over towards Ryujin, rain and lightning protesting her advance, as she crashed her lips against Ryujin's in a kiss.

“I have told you that there is nothing I want more than to always be by your side. And if I have to join you on your journey to defeat the dark lord Elros in order to obtain your freedom then so be it!”

Lia blinked rapidly. The rain soaked Ryujin instantly vanishing with each blink as she became blinded by the fluorescent lighting that replaced her stormy night-time scene, being left with nothing but familiar black ink on a white page.

Dammit! That was the fourth time she had read that scene!

BRRRIIIIIIIIIII

“Alright students, that's the bell! Be sure to turn in your tests if you haven't already.”

The torrent of rain in Lia's mind was quickly replaced with the torrent of adolescents as the miniature stampede left at the speed of teenage impulsivity. She gave a sigh amidst the roaring storm that quickly left her in silence with her thoughts.

She couldn't keep going like this.

She filed her book in her backpack as it fluidly perched itself onto her shoulder. She knew what she had to do. It was so obvious that there was no rational reason for why she hadn't yet done it.

And yet, she just didn't know how.

It would be rather easy to do it over text… right? No, no that wouldn’t do. Something of this importance required a face to face conversation, but where? And how-?

“Aw, Julia. What a pleasure to see you aga-”

“I apologize but I am rather preoccupied at the moment and do not have time to entertain you at present.”

Lia gave her haphazard locker a hazy stare. She came here for something, but what was that again? Right, she had Algebra II next. Her mind numbly reached for the appropriate materials as her mind was anywhere but school.

Unless… Ryujin was planning on visiting her here again…

But… here?! No, Ryujin couldn't be here! Lia still hadn't come up with the perfect way to-!

“Holy shit, Lia, that was awesome!”

“KYAAAAAAA!!!”

Lia slammed her locker shut, the clanging sound of metal on metal reverberating through the hall.

“Whoa, jump much? Haha.”

Redness overtook Lia’s face as it bled into her vision.

“Grrrr, YUNA!”

“That’s me!” Yuna announced excitedly. “Was that not obvious?"

“I thought I already told you I was busy!”

“What are you talking about?” Yuna asked with a tilted head. “I just got here.”

“What? But then-?”

“I just came over to tell you awesome job on telling Jennifer to fuck off!”

Lia paused for a moment, the words Yuna told her chewed slowly in her brain before Lia could finally swallow the truth.

“Wait, that was Jennifer!”

Lia immediately whipped her head back towards where the other voice she had told off had come from.

“Uh, Lia? You doing okay?”

“Ugh, I don't have time for this right now!”

Lia turned instinctively to slam her locker door shut only to find her hand swaying awkwardly in the wind. She moved her hand to give her locker a good pull, trying to play that off as her intended action, before turning on her heel and leaving.

“Huh? Wait, Lia!”

“I can’t wait Lia, I have to get to Algebra!”

She stormed down three feet of hallway before turning back to her excitable cousin.

“And you have a class you need to get to, too!”

She stormed off with Yuna watching on dumbstruck. What the hell just happened?

TING

Yuna reached into their pocket to pull out their phone as they looked at the delivered message.

 

FROM: MCLRBLS Grunt 2

ur out of ramen

 

Yuna groaned before typing back furiously.

 

TO: MCLRBLS Grunt 2

did you pis of lia agen?

 

They sent their message that prompted a reply as immediate and sassy as their friend.

 

FROM: MCLRBLS Grunt 2

fuk off i didn't do shit

 

“Hmmmm,” Yuna stared down the hallway where Lia had disappeared down as if the answer to their query lay there somewhere.

 

TO: MCLRBLS Grunt 2

i think sumthin mite be up

---

“Hi Ryujin. So, um, I know this may be coming out of the blue, so to speak; however, I have been reminiscing on our previous encounters: the happy, the sad, the joyous, the despairing… We've certainly been through a lot in our short tenure of knowing each other, haven't we? Not that, you know, four months is a small amount of time or anything, but, I mean-”

BZZZZZZZZT

“Oh! Hello Ryujin! Fancy running into you here haha- Oh, what am I doing? Well, I've simply been admiring the wonderful weather we've been having! The bright blue sky with just enough cloud cover to settle an overbearing sun mixed with a gentle breeze that feels like the promise of fall is just the most magical feeling, isn’t it? I’d even say it’s perfect for strolling through a park, hand-in-hand maybe, if, you know, that's what you would want. I mean, it's not like I'm asking you out on a dat-”

BZZZZZZZZZTTTTTT

“I mean, UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!! Why in the name of all that is holy is this so hard!!! I mean, I already know you know I like you, and you know I like you too! So why is it so hard to just say that-!!!”

Her fists pounded against the fullbody mirror of her room, the glass taunting her with the rise and fall of her chest as she tried desperately to quell the intense hammering of her heart.

It shouldn't be this hard. They both were already well aware of each other's feelings. They had both discussed as much.

But what if Ryujin's feelings had changed? What if Lia had waited too long? What if Ryujin had already found someone else?

What if Ryujin decided she would be better off with someone who wasn't afraid of admitting something as simple as being in love with a woman?

Lia's hands clenched tighter, grasping for whatever hope her reflection might offer her, but the only thing she could find there were tears threatening to stain her reflection's cheeks.

Did she even deserve Ryujin anymore?

Sure, Ryujin wasn't perfect. In fact, she was far from it in a lot of ways, being abrasive, vulgar, arrogant. She was everything that Lia was warned were scourges upon humanity; vices that needed to be treated with the utmost disdain lest said sinner were encouraged to continue on their wicked ways.

But they became traits that Lia quickly realized were some of Ryujin's strengths.

Her abrasiveness was an assertiveness that never faltered or hesitated to address an injustice. Her vulgarity was an honesty, that she would never censure herself for the world provided no censure for her. Her arrogance an independence, that she would hold true to her authentic self without apology or regret, even if the world condemned her for it. Ryujin was everything that the passive, polite and people pleasing Lia wasn't.

And maybe that's why Lia needed her so badly.

She had struggled for so long to be fully honest, even with herself. Wasn’t it about time that she finally tried to accept it?

She rose her gaze, her brown eyes meeting her own as her hand splayed out as if to try to hold the hand of her reflection.

Why was it so hard for her to be honest about the fact that she cares?

TING

She blinked out of her revelry to find her phone left carelessly on her bed, the message blazing at her as she slowly approached the device.

 

FROM: Shin Yuna

yo! husy hol 2nite?

 

The gears of Lia’s mind turned. She really shouldn’t go. Ryujin would be there. And… what was Lia even supposed to say to her? Would she even be able to say anything?! She was going to see Ryujin again!! So soon?!?!

The thoughts ran rampant in Lia’s mind as she deliberated her decision when her eyes caught site of a familiar poster. The corners were unceremoniously torn from when Mrs. Stewart had taken it down, though the picture itself remained intact. Every day of her life had gotten so much better since she decided to take the chance and allow herself to be with the people who mattered most to her.

She was done with running away 

 

TO: Shin Yuna

On my way.

 

She sent the message as she grabbed her purse. No time for doubts, no time for excuses. She had spent enough time wasting it with hypotheticals.

It was time to experience reality.

---

Well, she supposed this was her moment.

After all, Ryujin was right there. Right next to her. So close that their arms would brush against each other before Lia would softly apologize and Ryujin would give a dismissive assurance as they'd shuffle awkwardly in their seats.

God, what was up with them!

Lia mentally slapped her cheeks. She needed to get it together! She had to just confess! Just turn towards the gorgeous, statuesque goddess next to her and say-

“So… enjoying yourself?”

“Eh.”

Lia turned her face back forward as she pouted. That was an absolute bust. Ryujin didn't even bother to turn and look at her!

No! Focus! She couldn't lose hope yet! She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve as she pushed the thoughts swimming in her head out of her throat.

“Say… um… do you mind if I ask you something?”

Not a word was spoken, but Lia could hear Ryujin shifting in response, turning slowly from the open space before her to turn all her attention towards the lithe princess next to her. Her gaze was warm like a sunbeam and heavy like a fog.

“What's up?”

Lia looked up. The poorly veiled concern illuminated Ryujin's face, allowing Lia to feel just slightly lighter in response.

She could do this.

“W-well…” Lia paused. She had worked tirelessly in the forge of her mind to craft the perfect message to Ryujin, but now it felt like the fires of that forge had gone dim. “Um… y-you see, I was just thinking about… well, about us, and, um, I-I was wondering if…”

She clenched her hands tightly in her lap. This was embarrassing, pathetic, ridiculous! She was thoroughly butchering everything! She should just drop it!

But… she couldn't stop now. Not now with Ryujin still holding that patient and caring gaze through all of Lia's fumbles and stutters. Lia had given herself enough excuses to push Ryujin away.

It was time she stopped running.

“Would you be interested in-!”

BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM

“STRIKE!!!”

An obnoxious uproar of shouts and cheers erupted in the foreground causing Lia to flinch.

“Lia! Did you see that?!”

Her cousin suddenly materialized in the seat next to her, arm slung casually over Lia's shrinking shoulders. Lia shook slightly, her ire rising at the touch.

“I'm basically a pro!”

“Yeah Yuna!” Yeji agreed. “Like, I wasn't expecting it, but you're surprisingly good at this.”

“Well, when you have my kind of talent- hey! What do you mean by surprisingly?!”

“I mean, you're decent. But I know this is all just beginner's luck helping you out.”

“Yeah, says you who's 20 points behind me!”

“Well, it does seem as if Yuna has taken a comfortable lead after that last frame. Lia, it appears to be your-”

“ENOUGH!!!”

Lia's shout echoed across the chamber, drawing stares from the players across the alleys that she was too irate to even notice.

“Hey, uh, Lia? You doin-”

“I just wanna get out of here.”

Lia stormed out of her seat, Yuna's desperate pleas following her as Lia's stomps thundered through the venue and out the door. That should've been her chance! Ryujin was right there!!! And she blew it!!!!!

Her steps slowed, the storm settling as the fall sun beat oppressively on her in the open parking lot air.

It shouldn't have been so hard. They had already talked. She already knew how Ryujin felt about her and they continued to dance around the topic like it was the only tune either of them could hear.

So why was it so hard for Lia to take the step that would change the track?

“You alright, Princess?”

All the air left Lia's body as the deep, familiar voice seemed to wrap itself around Lia in a warm embrace.

“It's nothing to be concerned over.”

Silence draped over them, making it feel like Ryujin was half a world away as Lia continued to stare at the ground that halted any thoughts of moving forward.

“Well, I'd still listen…”

A slight shudder rushed past Lia as the ground beneath her suddenly distanced itself. She swore she could see a streetlight in the corner and tiny humans walking along the nighttime sidewalk as her feet dangled off a skyrise rooftop.

“You know… if you wanna-”

“Will you go out with me?”

Lia had whipped towards Ryujin so fast that she wasn't sure if she had spoken that thought aloud. Yet, she clearly must have. The way that even the stoic Ryujin couldn't keep her face from contorting in a cycle of surprise, uncertainty and confusion made it too apparent that Lia's wish had been heard. Her heart pounded, hoping to learn if her wish would be granted as each beat seemed to try to pull Lia closer to Ryujin.

“Huh?”

“I mean, like, on a date! You know! Like, a couple.. thing… or.. something…”

Lia’s phrase died down as she avoided Ryujin’s gaze. Please Ryujin, for the love of mercy say something. Anything!

“You for real?”

“Wha- what kind of question is that?!” Lia defensively shouted in response to Ryujin's question. “Of course I'm ‘for real’ or whatever! After all, you have told me since the first day I met you to just ‘do whatever I want’ and so I am! And what I want is…”

Lia paused, the ire that had exploded within her quickly settled. The sight of masked bewilderment on Ryujin's face evaporated any steam that could've continued Lia's tirade. She grabbed one of her elbows, giving herself a half hug as her lithe shoulders slumped forward making her feel so small and vulnerable before the girl in front of her.

“Is to be with you…”

Everything was still, the whole world stopping in silence as the words faded into the background of reality where one had to question whether they were actually spoken. Lia kept her head down and her hand gripped tightly against her elbow, not daring to see the shocked expression that managed to contort Ryujin's face. She just wanted it all to be over.

“Ha… haha…”

Lia's gaze peaked upwards, straining slightly to find the face of the girl just slightly taller than her who tried to cover her mouth with one hand.

“BWAHhahahahahaha-”

Ryujin gripped onto her stomach, the laughter overwhelming her, forcing her to lean over from the force of her mirth as Lia puffed up her cheeks in response.

“Damn princess, you really know how to make a girl feel special.”

Lia dropped her arms to her side as her hands clenched and trembled in defiance to Ryujin's response.

“God, why are you always such a jerk about things! You can just forget about us going out now!”

“Yeah, you would say that,” Ryujin responded leaning her head into her palms. “But I know you're too into me to actually back out.”

“Ugh, why do I even like you?!”

“What can I say? I'm too irresistable.”

Lia groaned heavily in her hands, the exasperation heating her palms as Ryujin continued to chuckle at her own antics.

“You know what? I’m going home.”

“What? But- wait!”

“I’ve spent enough time dill-”

“I said wait!!!”

Ryujin gripped Lia's elbow as Lia whipped around. Desperation had splattered itself all across Ryujin's face as panic tried to wipe it away.

“I-I mean. Do what you want. I don't care…”

Ryujin quickly retracted her arm at the same time she retracted her expression. Her stoic features quickly working themselves into place as just a speck of wanting was left glistening in the sideways glances she sent Lia's way. Lia couldn't help but sigh.

“I want to hear from you, Ryujin.”

She locked her gaze onto Ryujin's shifting eyes, determination making her feel taller than the closed off girl before her.

“I believe I made my intentions plain, and I believe you feel the same way, but I want a proper answer.”

Lia took a deep breath in before seeking out Ryujin's gaze one more time.

“Will you go out with me?”

Ryujin's hands gripped her elbows as her teeth threatened to nibble at her lip only to retract themselves. Eventually, her arms hugged her so tightly that the air had to escape her as she tried to force her gaze back on Lia. “S-sure, princess,” Ryujin responded before shaking her head to hide her fake cough. “I… it… you know… if that's what you want.”

Lia had to fix the hinge of her jaw that dropped in response as a giggle snuck through her thoughts. “It is,” Lia responded kindly as a wild smile overtook her face. “And you better be ready because I'm going to make our first date the most INCREDIBLE first date EVER!!!”

“Even though we've been on, like, five?”

“THOSE DON'T COUNT!” Lia shouted fervently, waving her arm like a regal queen dismissing an incompetent infantry. “This is going to be our first date EVER and I'm going to make it ABSOLUTELY PERFECT!!!”

She gave Ryujin a quick peck on the cheek before rushing down the parking lot.

“See you on Saturday for our date Ryujin! I promise it's gonna be amazing!”

Ryujin stood back, hand raising to the cheek that Lia had kissed twice now before a cheshire grin leaned towards her.

“Goddamn! It's about time you made things official!”

“Fuck! Jesus!” Ryujin turned over before pushing Yeji's face out of the way. “God, fuck off Yeji! I should've known your nosy ass followed us out.”

“And I'm here too!” Yuna chirped cheerily from behind a car. “With Chaeryoung tagging along.”

“Someone had to keep them from intervening earlier,” Chaeryoung responded with a sigh.

“We don't need to talk about who tried to carjack a vehicle to stage a rescue situation, what matters is that Lia and Ryujin are finally together!”

“Yeah, congrats Ryujin!” Yeji responded with a jovial slap on her back. “What are you gonna wear? Oooh, want me to do your makeup! God, I could make you look so fucking classy if I-!”

“Buzz off, loser,” Ryujin responded with another shove at Yeji. “Like I know you overheard, we've been on like five dates already. This is just gonna be another hangout over her bullshit that doesn't go anywhere.”

Ryujin pushed her shoulder against Yeji's as she began to leave the parking lot, her friends all watching curiously from behind.

“I don't think this is like that Ryujin! Like, Lia would never be that upfront if she wasn't serious!”

“Yeah, you gonna be okay Ryujin? Like, Lia straight up asked you out! You really think she's just gonna flake on you again?”

Ryujin paused for a moment, a smile crossing her face that was impossible to hide even with all the doubts and excuses she tried to feed it.

“Just, don't worry about it, alright?”

She turned towards her friends, the smile still on her face in spite of her efforts to repress it.

“It's going to be fine.”

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of The Moments we Make