RnR

by Crookedjett

Summary:

Violet is deep into her engineering degree and is starting to neglect her health. Something has to change, Louis just thinks she needs to get laid, Violet thinks that's fucking stupid. Until one day a beautiful stranger buys her a coffee, now that girl is all Violet can think about.

Notes:

This started out as a self indulgent smut fic. But I have become lost in the sauce of plot. I was originally going to start posting when I finished the entire fic but I am antsy to share it now. So here is chapter 1 :)

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

The library was dead quiet save for the hum of the fluorescent lights. Violet rubbed her temples and squeezed her eyes shut. Hours of staring at her laptop and the oppressing glow the lights were bringing on a migraine. Taking that as her cue to call it quits for the night, she closed her laptop and cleaned up her notes, she placed her earbuds in and slung her backpack over her shoulder, then made her way to the exits. The campus was still as she walked out into the night towards the townhouse her and Louis shared. Pulling out her phone, she looked at the time first, just past midnight. She had spent her entire day at the library, completing her procrastinated course work and making study guides for her midterms. The next thing she saw was multiple missed texts from Louis. 

 5:02pm 

Heyyyy, what are you up to?  

 

7:28pm  

I ordered takeout for dinner, got your favorite!  

 

8:47pm  

Yooooo wya?  

You at the library again?  

Should I wait up?  

 

10:03pm  

Charles misses you!!!! Please come home T__T  

 

Violet exhaled slightly before replying.  

 

  12:05  

Sorry was super focused on homework and shit  

I’m omw back now  

 

She slid her phone along with her hands to rest in the pocket of her hoodie. The intention wasn’t to spend her entire Sunday at the library, but the anxiety that swelled painfully in her chest wouldn’t cease unless she poured herself completely into her studies. Midterms were this week, and she needed to make sure she was ready, even if she knew she was overdoing it. After walking for half an hour, she was finally home. Taking her keys out she unlocked the door and stepped inside. Almost immediately she was greeted by Charles, meowing at her from atop a large shelf. The cat jumped down and chirped as he rubbed himself on her legs.  

 

“Hey you,” she said, placing her backpack down and hanging up her keys.  

 

 Violet picked up the feline and placed him on her slouched shoulders. He purred and made himself comfortable, enjoying the height and attention from his favorite human in the house. As she walked into the living room, she noticed Louis sprawled out on one of the large couches in the living room, his empty takeout box and a large bong sitting on the coffee table. Feeling her stomach growl, she walked past him to the kitchen, Charles jumping off her shoulders and onto the kitchen island as she opened the fridge. Violet was grateful Louis had gotten her something; she had neglected to eat anything while she was at the library. She pulled out the takeout box and placed it in the microwave, then set to fix herself a glass of water. Louis stirred on the couch and raised up to look over, seeing Violet chugging a glass of water. Louis got up from the couch, stretching loudly before grabbing his bong and walking into the kitchen.  

 

“Damn son, another library day? I would have brought your dinner to you if I knew you were gonna be there this late,” Louis said, setting the bong on the island and sliding it towards Violet.  

 

Violet eyed the bong for a second before turning to open a window. “I know. I’m sorry, the time got away from me again,” she sighed. 

 

Louis reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, sliding it over to Violet “No need to be sorry for working hard, but you’ve gotta remember to take care of yourself,” he said as Violet began hitting the pipe. 

 

As she inhaled the smoke and held it in, Charles made a hasty exit. Violet exhaled and coughed slightly before speaking again, “I can take care of myself.” 

 

“Right, cause not eating all day and sleep deprivation is totally taking care of yourself,” Louis snorted.  

 

Violet turned to retrieve her dinner, as she set it down on the island Louis reached over and took the bong and lighter.  

 

“I’m eating right now,” Violet said matter-of-factly before she began scarfing down the food.  

 

Louis narrowed his eyes at her as he hit the bong. After exhaling he slid it back over to Violet, “Yeah! After staying at the library until it closes and starving the whole time.” 

 

Violet sighed and continued to eat. She knew he was right. Closing the takeout container, she put the leftovers back into the fridge. Violet turned back to the island to see Louis staring at her with raised eyebrows. She grabbed the bong again, using the corner of the lighter to mix the bowl and pursing her lips.  

 

“You know how heavy engineering courses can be. Not everyone has piano due at 11:59,” she said, hitting the bong again and finishing the bowl.  

 

Louis put his hand over his heart in mock offense, “Hey! Getting a degree in music with a minor in business on top if that is not as easy as it sounds, and besides- he pulled back the dreads that hung in his face-I can’t help that I’m a musical genius. It literally hurts to be this talented AND good looking.” 

 

Violet chuckled and rolled her eyes while he smoldered. She crossed her arms, not knowing what else to say in her defense. There wasn’t really anything. Sensing her unease, Louis felt the urge to try remedy this, and said: “Listen, I just think you deserve to relax a little ya know?” 

 

Violet avoided his eyes, “I relax.” 

 

Louis laughed, “Spending your only free time either studying by yourself or raising your blood pressure raging at videogames is not relaxing.” 

 

Violet huffed, she looked at the clock that hung in the kitchen. It read well past 1 am, “Listen, it's midterm week. Can we talk about this after that?” 

 

Louis leaned back, bringing his hands up in surrender, ceasing his inquiries. Violet nodded, turning to head towards the stairs. Louis got up and quickly cleaned his mess from dinner, and following Violet as she climbed the stairs. Charles was sitting patiently at the top of the stairs, watching the two ascend. As they reached the top, they turned in opposite directions toward their respective rooms. Louis let out a quiet pspspspsps , trying to coax Charles to join him in his room. Charles looked at Louis apathetically, instead turning to follow Violet.  

 

“Traitor,” Louis whispered as he closed his door. 

 

Violet entered her room and closed the door after Charles followed. She went straight to the bathroom connected to her room to get ready for bed, the lights immediately causing irritation to her eyes. She reached under her glasses to pinch the bridge of her nose; her other hand reached for the ibuprofen. After finishing the nightly routine and changing, she returned to the bedroom and set her glasses on the nightstand, falling face first onto the bed. Charles chirped and immediately took the free real estate that was Violet’s back. The feline wasted no time making biscuits, then loafing when he was satisfied, his purring and vibrations quickly lulling Violet to sleep. 

  

XOXOXOXOXO 

 

Violet was already awake as her 7 am alarm went off, her body’s clock waking her up an hour before. She reached over to her nightstand, grabbing her antidepressants and dry swallowing. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she looked to see Charles’ blurry silhouette sitting at her bedroom door, patiently waiting to be let out. Violet grabbed her glasses and got up, trying to build up the momentum to properly start her day. After getting ready, she opened her bedroom door and began making her way downstairs with Charles leading the way.  

Louis was in the kitchen, busying himself with making breakfast and humming a tune. Violet walked into the kitchen to retrieve her leftovers but was stopped by Louis. He gestured to the island, silently asking her to sit. Even though Louis hated waking up early, he always made time to make breakfast before he had to go to class. Luckily this time he was up before Violet. Louis turned to her, handing her a plate with his fixings.  

 

“You’re up early,” Violet said, grabbing the plate from him.  

 

“Got a test in an hour,” Louis said, making his own plate.  

 

Violet busied herself eating, she wanted to get going to the coffee shop to fuel up and study before her own exams for the day. Louis walked over and sat next to her, making quick work of his breakfast. Violet finished her food and took her dishes to the sink to clean. 

 

“What about you? Got an 8 am test?” Louis said, in between bites. 

 

“I’ve got two today, first one at 1, the other is in the evening,” she replied.  

 

Louis shook his head in disapproval but also wished her luck and went back to eating. Violet ignored his disapproving head shake but was thankful he didn’t push the matter. As she walked to the door, Charles was in tow, meowing at her knowing she was about to leave and be gone all day. Violet picked up her backpack, then picked up Charles, giving him kisses before placing him on the shelf he loved to sit on. 

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back later,” she said walking out the door.  

 

Violet put her earbuds in, heading for the local coffee shop. She went there almost every morning like clockwork, getting her caffeine fix and sometimes studying. It was a nice change of scenery from the library and there was a nice quiet corner she always settled in away from the other patrons. Walking into the shop she immediately got in line, nose deep in her phone to not trigger any extra social interactions besides talking to the barista. Once her turn came, she looked up to see a familiar freckled face. Ruby, one of her many friends from boarding school was working at the counter. Her rosy face already bearing a smile as Violet approached the counter.  

 

“Mornin’ Vi,” the red head said with a thick southern drawl.  

 

“Hey Ruby, just the usual please,” Violet replied, anxious to get to her seat and begin studying. 

 

Ruby shook her head, hand on her hip, “The woman before you already ordered and paid for ya. Knew your usual and everything, not that it's easy to forget,” she chuckled.  

 

Violet looked at her quizzically, then turned her head to look around the shop as if this person would stick out like a sore thumb. Ruby slid the simple black coffee over the counter to Violet. Violet thanked Ruby and grabbed the coffee; her face still scrunched up in confusion. 

 

“She’s the one sitting on the wall over yonder, straight across from where you’re always sittin’, the one in the baseball cap with the real curly hair, - Ruby gestured in the general direction of the mystery woman, - Don’t blow a gasket now.” 

 

Violet stepped away from the counter towards her quiet nook. She looked to where Ruby had gestured and laid her eyes on the woman in question. The worn baseball cap on her head had dark curls spilling out around the prettiest face she had ever seen. Her light brown skin glowing in the indirect light of the coffee shop. She was leaning her face onto one hand, using the other to switch between drinking a coffee and her laptop. Violet suddenly realized she was staring when she saw burning, golden eyes looking up at her. Before she could look away and retreat, the woman smiled softly, offering a small wave. Violet stood still, still taken aback by the kind gesture combined with how stunning she found this mystery woman. She was stuck between waving back and giving thanks but ended up putting up an awkward thumbs up with an equally awkward smile.  

 

The woman chuckled softly. Violet turned away to retreat to her corner, eyes wide in horror and mentally slapping herself. A beautiful girl buys you coffee and you just give her a thumbs up? Smooth... she thought to herself. Violet was glad Louis was not here to see that; he would never let her hear the end of it. Even worse he probably would have made her go and talk with the woman after that. Sitting down and pulling out her laptop, she busied herself with studying to prepare for her incoming exams and to forget about the abysmal interaction. Not once did she dare to look up and sneak a peek. 

 

XOXOXOXOXO 

 

 Violet’s exams went as well as she expected, even though the girl from the coffee shop was permeating her thoughts. She returned to the townhome right after swinging by the dining hall, planning to repeat the same pattern tomorrow, hoping she would get to see that girl again. Though this time, with more adequate sleep and no making a fool of herself, with her poor social skills. When she entered her residence, she saw Louis was in the living room, arms across the back of the couch and Charles loafed next to him. The feline chirped as Violet approached to pet him, and Louis smiled at her as she sat. He leaned forward, grabbing a joint he had rolled and held it inquisitively between them. Violet looked to him and nodded, “Yes please.” 

 

Louis lit the joint, taking a few puffs before passing it to Violet. “How was your day? 

 

“Good. Tests went well,” replied Violet between puffs. She opted not to tell him about the coffee shop. “My last test is on Wednesday, so it's like a longer spring break.” 

 

“Hell yeah,” Louis said, grabbing the joint back from Violet, “We gotta celebrate Wednesday night, just you and me, no party.”  

 

“Don’t you still have exams?” Violet questioned. 

 

“Not on Thursday, so it's like a free pass to get fucked up,” Louis replied. 

 

Violet chuckled, “Whatever you say. We’ll get totally sloshed,” with a bit of excitement coming through her voice at the prospect. They finished the joint and parted ways for the night. Violet was ready to get to sleep and fast-forward to her next visit to the coffee shop.  

 

The next day, Violet made her way to the coffee shop again. Walking inside, she peered around casually but did not see the person she was looking for. Ruby was working the counter again and greeted her, “Mornin, looking for that girl I reckon?”  

 

Violet reached up and scratched the back of her neck, “Is it obvious?” 

 

“Only to me,” Ruby chuckled, already getting Violet’s coffee ready for her. She slid the drink over to Violet, a knowing smile on her face. Ruby’s eyes left Violet’s and fixated on the shop’s entrance, “Speak of the devil.” 

 

Violet turned her head to look behind her and saw the girl from yesterday entering the shop. The baseball cap on her head blocked her eyes as she retrieved an item from her pocket. Violet whipped her head back around to Ruby when the girl began to look up. Ruby had a hand on her hip and an amused look on her face watching Violet short circuit, “Wow Vi, I haven’t seen you like this since high school.” 

 

“Ugh, whatever, you’re just like Louis,” Violet said, retreating to her corner.  

 

Ruby laughed in response, “Just calling it like I see it darlin’.” 

 

Violet sat down, putting her laptop in front of her like a shield to hide behind. This time she glanced up to look at the girl who was ordering coffee at the counter. She was taller than Ruby, probably the same height as Violet, but her build was quite athletic. The combination of her pretty facial features and the definition of the muscles that were exposed made Violet’s heartbeat quicken. Violet averted her gaze as the woman left the counter towards the same spot she was in yesterday. The spot she sat in was in perfect view from her corner and Violet couldn’t help but sneak glances as she studied. She was completely aware of how quickly she was becoming infatuated with this woman, and she didn’t know how to feel about it. All she did was buy me a coffee, Violet thought. She didn’t even know her name. And there you are, like puddy in her hands, and you can’t even corral your thoughts about her.  

 

The next time Violet looked up, she found those golden eyes staring right back at her pale green ones. She quickly averted her gaze back down to her laptop, hoping it was just a coincidence that their eyes met. But now every time Violet looked up at the woman, they would meet eyes again for a split second, or the woman’s head would quickly turn away. The uncertainty of the situation was causing Violet to become increasingly anxious, unsure if she had made the girl uncomfortable with the many times their eyes had met. The woman had simply been kind, and now she had someone constantly looking over at her. Violet felt like a total creep. Feeling the need to escape, she quickly packed her things and waved goodbye to Ruby, keeping her head down as she left the shop. She spent the rest of the day cooped up in the library when she wasn’t taking her exams.  

 

The following day, Violet skipped her trip to the coffee shop. She wanted to get her last midterms over with and hoped that not seeing the girl would diminish the increasing number of thoughts she was having about her. Of course, it didn’t, and while she felt some relief that midterms were over, the mystery woman persisted in her mind still. Violet walked towards the shared townhouse, enjoying the way the evening sun felt on her face. She felt her phone buzz and looked to see a text from Louis. 

 

5:15pm  

Drinks acquired, joints rolled B)  

 

Violet chuckled, replying with a running man gif. Her excitement for the night’s activities was palpable; she had been looking forward to this night since he mentioned it. Louis always knew how to get her to have a fun time, and a night full of substances was just what she needed right now. As she approached their residence, Violet could see Louis on the front porch. Once Louis spotted her, he started doing a little dance while holding up a bottle of liquor in one and a small pack of beer in the other. He had a small table set up on the porch, shot glasses and an ashtray on top. Louis sat down on the outdoor couch, lighting up a joint and beckoning Violet to sit.  

 

“Out here?” Violet said. 

 

“What? It’s nice out and you could use a little sun, Miss Pasty,” Louis replied, handing the joint to Violet. 

 

She rolled her eyes as she took the joint from him. Taking a long puff and holding it in, she pointed at the liquor bottle, then swirled her wrist. Noticing her request, Louis wasted no time pouring shots for them. The sting of the vodka felt amazing running down her throat, and she felt her body immediately start to warm up. They continued smoking and drinking, building a nice cross fade for themselves. Violet looked over at Louis; he had his eyes narrowed at her as he puffed on the joint. She looked at him suspiciously, waiting for him to trap her in an uncomfortable conversation.  

 

Louis handed Violet the joint, and raised his eyebrows before speaking, “So, about you learning to take it easy.” 

 

Violet huffed and looked away as she toked, “Oh, I was hoping you had forgotten.” 

 

Louis laughed, his tone sympathetic, “I’m worried about you; mom and dad are too.”  

 

Violet’s eyes widened at the mention of their parents. She hadn’t spoken to them in a while due to her keeping so busy. Looking down, she nursed her beer as Louis continued to speak.  

 

“You have been working so hard ever since we started college and you’re working even harder now. It’s messing with your health, dude,” Louis said. 

 

Violet swirled her beer can, trying to dissipate the anxiety through her fingers. “My courses are harder now that I’m done with my gen eds. I can’t afford to fall behind now,” replied Violet before finishing the beer.  

 

“You’ve got straight A’s!” Louis said, exasperated, “You know you don’t need to make the dean’s list to graduate. And it's not like you’re on a scholarship.” 

 

The familiar sense of guilt began to grow again in her chest. She reached out for the bottle of vodka, pouring herself a shot and downing it. Crossing her arms and slouching down into the chair, she tried to focus on the spinning in her head. Louis watched as she did this. He hated seeing her like this, closed off and stressed. He wanted to get to the bottom of it. “I just don’t know why you put yourself through all this when you don’t have to,” Louis said. 

 

Violet didn’t respond right away, worried that if she spoke or looked at him the tears would come. Louis placed a hand on her shoulder, to ground her. He spoke again before she could respond, “I’m sorry dude, I didn’t mean to get so heavy.” 

 

“It's alright,” Violet sighed, trailing off, “I just don’t want to let your parents down, you know?” 

 

Louis’ eyes widened, surprised at the admission. “Okay, first and foremost, they are OUR parents. And second, they aren’t expecting you to be perfect.”  

 

“I guess it just feels like I owe them for taking me in. They’ve given me everything without me even having to ask, and now they are fully paying for our college tuition- She looked over to him- It just feels like if I’m not doing the best I can then I’m letting them down.”  

 

Louis exhaled, happy to have finally heard the root of Violet’s overexertion, “They don’t see it that way dude, at least not with you, I’m the one with stipulations. You should talk to them when we see them next week.” 

 

Violet nodded, a slight smile creeping up her cheek. 

 

Louis dramatically yawned, immediately changing the tone between the two. “Now let's get back to business. We’re getting fun drunk not sad drunk.” He poured more shots for them and grabbed his bong, already packed.  

 

Violet didn’t protest, just as eager as Louis to get more intoxicated. They continued drinking and passing the pipe between them, joking and making each other laugh all the while. The sky was deep orange and the heat from the afternoon still lingered. They both sat sunken into the couch, watching the sun start to touch the top of city buildings on the horizon. Louis grabbed the last joint he had rolled and lit it up. He suddenly perked up as if remembering something he had forgotten. Slowly turning to look at Violet, he had a shit eating grin on his face as he smoked.  

 

Violet noticed his staring and raised an eyebrow at him, “What now?” 

 

Louis looked away, still smiling as he handed the joint to her. Violet narrowed her eyes, silently smoking and waiting for whatever nonsense he was about to unleash upon her.  

 

“I had a chat with Ruby earlier today,” Louis said plainly with a slight slur. 

Violet began to get nervous, unsure of what direction this conversation was going, “Oh yeah?” 

 

“Yep. She was telling all about what a useless lesbian you are,” Louis replied, his eyes squinted and smile wider than ever. 

 

That evil ginger cunt. She pinched the bridge of her nose, groaning in annoyance, but unsurprised, saying “What the fuck is up with our friend group and having to gossip about every little thing about each other?” 

 

“Psh-shah, we’re family,” Louis said, flapping his hand dismissively at her, “Would you have it any other way?” 

 

Violet furrowed her brows; she had known way too much about all her friend’s sex lives and other hijinks she never needed to hear. It was clear her friends also knew about her sex life, or lack thereof, and Louis was always one to tease her about her years long dry spell. 

 

“Don’t answer that,” Louis said in place of Violet’s silence, holding a single finger up, “But do spill the actual details.” 

 

Violet shrugged, crossing her arms again, “This girl bought me coffee.” 

 

Louis scoffed, amused that the walls she just let down were right back up. 

 

“And?” Louis said, dragging the word out. 

 

Violet dragged her hand through her blonde hair and settled it on the back of her neck. He wasn’t going to let this go. She usually wouldn’t divulge such information to Louis to save herself the embarrassment, but the alcohol in her system was compelling her to tell him all about the girl she found herself enamored with.  

 

“Well… this girl bought me coffee, and then I gave her a thumbs up,” she said, hand covering her face, “and now we’ve just been staring at each other.” 

 

Louis let out a hearty laugh while he slapped Violet’s shoulder, “Oh my god dude you didn’t thank her? Wow, you really are a disaster.” 

 

“She was fucking gorgeous, what do you want from me?” Violet said, exasperated.  

 

Louis continued laughing, his arms covering his stomach as he bent over. Violet’s face was red from her confession, and the alcohol was not helping, but she did feel a little better about her “situation,” if you could call it that . Talking with Louis always made her feel better, even if she wasn’t good at sharing and even if it was him relentlessly teasing her. 

 

 Louis put his hand on Violet’s shoulder again and shook her playfully, "Maybe we can finally get you laid.” 

 

Violet scoffed, “Finally? I've had sex before.” 

 

Louis chuckled and shook his head, “The one straight girl you fucked in high school hardly counts.” 

 

Violet rolled her eyes and grumbled; she hadn't thought about that in a while. The one girl she slept with in high school used her as an experiment and never allowed any semblance of a romantic relationship, only “friendship.” Said friendship consisted of Violet going to her house when her parents were away, eating her out, then pretending like there was nothing sexual between them. At the time, Violet had no idea she was being used, she was just happy to finally be close with a girl, but it was obvious to all her friends. The situationship only ended when the girl moved away and never returned any of Violet’s messages.  

 

“I don't know man, you know I'm not good at talking to people, and besides she probably isn't even into women,” Violet said. 

 

“Don't worry, I can help you there. You know how good of a wingman I am,” Louis said, pointing both of his thumbs at himself, “So tell me more about this mystery girl.” 

 

Violet shook her head, “No way dude, I already feel like a creep, and I don't want you going and stalking her.”  
 

“You know I'll find out eventually, right?” Louis asked smugly. 

 

Violet didn't reply, instead closing her eyes and sinking back into the couch to focus on her cross fade. She hoped her silence and relaxed demeanor would convey her defiance to Louis’ prodding. Louis sat back, a shit eating grin still wide on his face, knowing his friend’s mannerisms all too well. It wasn’t a second later that they heard a voice calling out Louis’ name from the street in front of their house. Louis rose up from the couch, immediately recognizing the voice as Marlon’s. He leaned himself on the beam next to the stairs and Violet followed suit, resting her arms on the railing of the porch. Marlon jogged up to the house after separating from a larger group of uniformed runners.  

 

“Hey Lou, Vi. Drinking on a Wednesday in the middle of midterm week? What’s the occasion?” Marlon said, fiddling with the blonde strands at the back of his mullet.  

  

As Louis replied to Marlon, Violet’s mind began to tune out the conversation. She looked past Marlon at the runners who were passing by their townhome and recognized the worn blue baseball cap of her coffee shop crush. The alcohol was squashing the inhibitions that screamed at her to not stare, so she couldn’t resist running her eyes over the girl’s athletic body, now more exposed than what she had seen before. Running shorts and a sports bra and her curly hair pulled back into a bun. Violet felt her throat constrict and the warmth in her cheeks return. 

 

“Earth to Violet,” Louis said, waving a hand in front of her face. 

 

Violet snapped back into focus, standing straight up, “Huh? W-what’s up?” 

 

Louis chuckled, “He asked if you were gonna come to the baseball game on Friday.” 

 

Violet looked over to Marlon who was eyeing her expectantly. “I know you’re not a fan of baseball but everyone’s gonna be there and they’ve been wanting to see you,” Marlon said.  

 

“Uh yeah sure, I’ll be there,” Violet scratched the back of her neck.  

 

Marlon was surprised at her answer, “Awesome! Well, I better get back to the team. See y’all at the game,” said Marlon before jogging away. 

 

Violet watched as the runners disappeared from her view before sitting down. Louis plopped back on the couch and grabbed two more beers.  

 

“Thought it was going to take more convincing than that to get you on board,” Louis said as he handed Violet one. 

 

Violet took the beer and sighed, “Whatever. I just hope it doesn’t end up biting me in the ass.” 

 

“What ass?” Louis teased. 

 

Violet held up a middle finger to his face as she looked to the dusky horizon, still thinking about that girl. 

Notes:

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Chapter 2

Notes:

Here is the next chapter. Might end up catching up to the chapters I have already written but that's okay.

She already regretted this. The proximity to strangers and the midday heat was putting her on edge, and to top it off she was stone cold sober.  

 

“I have got to stop agreeing to shit while I’m drunk,” Violet groaned.  

 

Louis snorted and patted her on the shoulder. She sat down in the flimsy stadium chair almost breaking it, trying to focus on the idle conversations around her. Violet rolled her head around, taking in the environment. The players from both teams were in their respective dugouts, the crowd was beginning to settle, and the line painters were making final adjustments to the long lines on the field. Violet let her mind wander, what her upcoming coursework entailed, that girl... She was broken out of her trance by a tap on her shoulder. Looking over she saw Brody, a beaming smile on her face.  

 

“Hey Vi! I’m so glad you made it. It’s been a while,” Brody said, reaching out to hug Violet. She obliged, embracing Brody over the back of the seat.  

 

“Of course, you know I just love baseball,” Violet said. 

 

Brody laughed. Violet looked beside her and saw Mitch and Omar. She nodded to them, they reciprocated, looking like they didn’t want to be there as much as Violet. She turned back in her seat and saw Ruby to her left.  

 

“Nice to see you somewhere other than the coffee shop,” Ruby said. 

 

“Definitely not my first choice for an outing with the gang,” Violet shrugged. 

 

Next to Ruby sat Aasim, who gave Violet a wave, and she returned the gesture. When she looked to her right, she saw that Louis had acquired every confectionary the stadium offered and was happily gorging himself. Violet rolled her eyes and was tapped on the shoulder once again by Brody. 

 

“You know Marlon’s throwing a party after the game. You should come!” Brody said.  

 

Violet avoided eye contact and scratched the back of her neck, “I don’t know. Being at this game is already a drain on my social battery.” 

 

As Violet finished her sentence the stadium began applauding. The players were making their way onto the field to begin warming up. Louis pointed out Marlon, who was leading the team’s stretches. Violet watched the players; she was ready for the game to start so it could be over, until she noticed a familiar figure among the players. There she was. The girl’s usual worn baseball cap replaced with a newer cap with their team’s logo. Her uniform wore the number 42, with the name Everett above it. Violet mentally slapped herself; she literally saw this girl running with the baseball team, and it just now occurred to her that she might be playing on said baseball team.       

 

Players began spread out onto the field; the home team in the outfield and the away team up to bat. Marlon walked to the short stop position, still communicating to the other players. The girl, Everett, moved to the pitcher’s mound, catching a ball from the sideline and rolling her shoulder to ready herself.  The announcers began to speak over the loudspeaker as the stadium cheered again. They welcomed everyone in the stadium and began talking about the games that the team had played so far in the season. Violet listened intently, hoping to catch the name of the pitcher. The players all settled into place, ready to start the game. Everett raised her leg then swung her arm hard, releasing the ball towards the batter who swung and missed. She repeated the action, the crowd growing louder with each strike. 

 

“Clementine Everett starts out the game with a strikeout!” said the announcer. 

 

Louis, Brody, Ruby and Aasim clapped and lauded along with the crowd. Violet sat still, watching as the pitcher readied for the next batter. Clementine...such a pretty name, she thought. The game continued, batters hitting the ball to the outfield and the home team playing their positions, all the while Violet kept her eyes on Clementine. She was grateful that the game provided a situation for her to admire her crush without the risk of embarrassment. The anxious feelings that was ever-present in the back of her mind wanted to show itself, but the high of learning Clementine’s name squashed them. The players began to leave their positions, preparing to switch sides.  

 

Louis looked to Violet, who was hunched forward and focused on the field, “Well, this is a first,” Louis said. 

 

Violet spun her head to look at him, a quizzical but amused expression spread across his face, “What?” Violet asked, slightly annoyed.  

 

“You’re watching the game,” Louis replied plainly.  

 

Violet scoffed, “Yeah? What the fuck else would I be doing?” 

 

Louis chuckled and put his hands up, “I mean I’ve just never seen you so focused on a sports game before.” 

 

“Piss off,” Violet said as she gave Louis a middle finger. She cursed his ability to notice her change in behavior and cursed him harder for his acknowledgment of it.  

 

Most of the home team had retreated into the dugout aside from the first person to bat and Marlon who was on deck, practicing his swings. Louis shouted his name in a dramatic way, wanting to hype him up while humoring the group. Marlon didn’t look back, instead he shook and ducked his head, tapping his foot on the ground.  

 

“He is so serious when he’s playing,” Brody chuckled. 

 

“Still no match for the ol’ Louis charm,” Louis replied, wiggling his fingers around his face. 

 

Violet smirked, slightly amused, but back to feeling averse to her environment. She could no longer see Clementine hidden away in the dugout. Sighing loudly, she crossed her arms and sunk down as far as she could in the hard plastic chair. When it was Marlon’s turn to bat the group shouted encouragement for him. He hit the ball far and managed to hit a home run, sending the crowd into an uproar. As Marlon finished his run, the group waved their arms at him; he saw them and gave them a wave back, smiling widely under his helmet. A few more batters came out to make their play before the players switched sides again. Clementine made her way back onto the pitcher's mound to begin the next inning. At least this wasn’t a total bust ... Violet thought, keeping her eyes on Clementine. 

 

When the inning concluded, Violet felt eyes on her again. She looked to her right to see Louis; eyes narrowed at her while he sipped on an oversized soda. She had unknowingly moved back into her focused, hunched position while watching Clementine pitch. Violet sighed, leaning back again and running her hand through her blonde hair, trying to act casual. Clementine walked out of the dugout with another player, her hat replaced with a batting helmet. She did a few practice swings before she walked to the batting box and prepared for the pitch. 

 

“OH YEAH CLEMENTINE!” Louis suddenly shouted, startling Violet and a few others in the group.  

 

Clementine looked up at Louis in the stands, giving a small wave while still gripping her bat. Her eyes suddenly widened when she saw Violet sitting next to Louis. Violet stared back at her in turn, equally surprised at the eye contact. A baseball abruptly whizzed past Clementine’s face into the catcher’s mitt.  

 

“Strike one!” called the umpire. 

 

“Get your head in the game Clem!” Marlon shouted from the dugout. 

 

 

Clementine shook her head and readied for the next pitch. She hit the ball, knocking it far into the outfield and running her bases.  

 

“Louis you jerk! You distracted her,” Brody scolded. 

 

Louis didn’t respond. He eyed Violet. Her hand partially covering her mouth and cheeks lightly tinted pink. Violet didn’t dare look at him; she knew he was already piecing things together. Damn him ... and of course he already knows her , she thought. 

 

When Clementine made her way back to home plate, she quickly glanced in Violet’s direction before returning to the dugout. Violet didn’t know how to feel. She was still unsure about the meaning of Clementine’s glances at her. She hoped that her presence wasn’t bothering the athlete, but Violet’s anxious thoughts were coming back in full force. She caught you staring at her multiple times at the coffee shop, and now she’s caught her ogling her at her baseball game. She missed her pitch because she saw you staring at her.  

 

Violet was suddenly taken out of her spiral when she felt an elbow nudge her from the left. She looked over and saw Ruby, a smirk on her face. 

 

“She’s so into you, honey,” said Ruby.  

 

Violet looked at her dumbfounded, before glancing back at Louis, who had returned his attention to the game. 

 

“What are you talking about?” Violet whispered, leaning closer. 

 

Ruby chuckled, “That’s the girl from the coffee shop, ain’t it? She ain’t exactly been subtle, and neither have you.”  

 

Violet furrowed her brows and scratched at her neck, unsure of what to say.  

 

“Every time y'all are at the same place you’re eyeing each other off,” Ruby laughed, “Maybe you should, I don’t know, talk to her?”  

 

Violet shook her head and said: “No way. Probably thinks I’m weird. She’s caught me staring at her so many times.” 

 

“I’ve literally been watching her stare at you all semester before buying you that coffee,” Ruby said bluntly. 

 

Could she really feel the same way? Violet thought to herself. “I don’t know...” she said. 

 

Ruby snickered, “There’s no saving you darlin’.” 

 

The players changed sides once again. Clementine stood at the pitcher's mound as the batter readied for her throw. She took a glimpse in Violet’s direction to see if she was watching, then adjusted her cap nonchalantly.  There was something about that girl being there that sparked a fire of something in her belly, that she didn’t fully understand. It made her want to try harder; to impress the girl she had been trying to impress. Clementine pitched and easily struck the batter out, her thoughts about the girl sharpening her body into a tense pitching machine. She felt the heat of her whole team’s eyes on her, expecting her to make up for the embarrassing mistake last inning. Strike after strike; the fifth inning ended, and the sixth began.  

 

Clementine sat in the dugout. Her team held conversations around her while she contemplated that girl. She saw Marlon approach her from the corner of her eye and leaned back against the fence.  

 

“What’s up with you today?” asked Marlon. 

 

“What do you mean?” replied Clementine. 

 

“I mean you were looking off into space and almost got clocked in the head. Then the next inning you pitch better than I’ve ever seen,” Marlon said, crossing his arms. 

 

Clementine avoided his eyes. She didn’t want to admit her distractions were caused by some girl in the stands.  

 

Marlon snapped his fingers. “Hey. Don’t ignore me. I need your full attention today, Clem. It's a dead heat and I can’t have my pitcher cloud gazing.” 

 

“I got it,” Clementine stated plainly. 

 

“Well, keep up whatever you just did.” He slipped away to talk to the other members of the team. Clementine closed her eyes and shook her head.  

 

Standing in the on-deck circle, Clementine practiced her swing. The desire to look for those pale green eyes in the stands clashed with her need to focus; the bases were almost loaded, and the team needed the points. Clementine stepped up, adjusting her position and tapping the plate. She raised her bat and looked in the stands to find that girl watching her intently, and her confidence surged. She swung and the ball cracked against her bat like a thunderclap, sending the ball flying over the outfield fence. The stadium erupted into cheers as all the base runners made it home. 

 

“That's what I'm talking about!” Marlon shouted. 

 

Clementine made her way around to homeplate, the mishap of the previous inning completely forgotten. Looking back into the stands near Louis, she saw him and his friends clapping for her. The blonde girl next to him still watched her, dazzled by her performance. Clementine couldn’t help but smile; Marlon and her teammates patting her back as she returned to the dugout. 

Soon, the game ended with the home team claiming victory. The players gave their postgame respects and returned to the dugouts, retreating to the inner parts of the stadium. Violet and the rest began making their way out of the stadium and towards the large parking lot. They stood idly chatting, waiting for Marlon to exit the stadium. Violet was anxious to retreat, knowing one or more of her friends would convince her to come to the after party. 

 

Before she could get the chance to say her goodbyes, she heard a voice in the distance calling out to Louis. It was Clementine, still clad in her dirty baseball uniform and bat bag slung over her shoulder. Violet listened as Clementine spoke to Louis. Her voice was slightly deep but sweet sounding with the faintest southern cadence. 

 

“You’re coming to the party, right?” Clementine queried. 

 

“Totally! we were gonna head there as soon as Marlon gets out,” Louis replied. 

 

Clementine’s eyes found Violet’s.  

 

“What about you?” 

 

Louis looked to see Violet, who stood dumbfounded and unresponsive. A lightbulb lit up and shattered. He quickly wrapped his arm around Violet and pulled her close. 

 

“Of course she will!” Louis said, trying to shake a response out of Violet. 

 

“Uh yeah I’ll be there,” Violet stammered.  

 

Clementine smiled widely, “Great! I’ll see you there,” and gave a soft wave before leaving. 

 

Violet pushed out of Louis’ grip and sneered at him. A devilish smile spread across his face.  

 

“Clementine? She’s the girl from the coffee shop?” Louis asked. 

 

“I didn’t even know her name until today! Not like I would have told you anyways,” Violet replied. 

 

“Lucky for me you didn’t have to tell me. My wingman job just got a whole lot easier,” Louis said, popping the collar of his flannel.  

 

Violet rolled her eyes and turned her back to Louis. The others all stood watching her, amused looks on all their faces.  

 

“What the fuck are you guys looking at?!” 

 

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO 

 

Violet was glad there were endless amounts of weed and alcohol at this party. Being at the baseball game was already too much for her and parties were a special kind of hell, especially ones in stinky frat houses filled with rowdy athletes. The one reason Violet came to the party was somewhere in the crowded house, but the courage to seek her out had yet to show itself. She was sticking close to Louis and the gang for some semblance of comfort. Louis wasted no time in hounding Violet about Clementine; Brody was also interested to know about this twitch in Violet’s love life 

 

“So, are you gonna talk to Clem tonight?” asked Louis, swirling his solo cup. 

 

Violet sighed and didn’t respond. She busied herself rolling blunts on the table in front of the couch. Brody took a seat and set a drink down for her.  

 

“Are you talking about that girl in the parking lot?” Brody asked. 

 

“Yep!” Louis responded giddily.  

 

“You should totally go for it! I mean she asked if you were coming to the party, so she clearly wants to see you,” Brody said, patting Violet’s leg. 

 

Louis snatched one of the blunts from Violet and lit it up. He elbowed Violet, “And she’s bi, so ya know, actually into you,” Louis chuckled. 

 

Violet stole the blunt back from him and said, “Fine. I’ll talk to her, but first I need something to get me through this fucking party.” 

 

They continued to drink and smoke, eventually falling prey to one of Louis’ many drinking games. Louis, Violet, Mitch, Brody, and a few baseball players stood around a table playing Louis’ version of kings. Violet could feel herself becoming more intoxicated, and the desire to find her crush was making itself known. Occasionally, she would see a flash of a familiar ball cap, or for an instant see gold shining in the dim lights, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint where exactly she was in the crowd. Eventually, Violet excused herself from the game and made her way out the back door for some much-needed space and fresh air.  

 

The backyard area was spacious, with an inground pool, a firepit some distance off, way too many chairs and best of all, significantly less people. Violet sat smoking on the edge of the pool, her legs swaying in the clear water. Her mind was fully on Clementine, that image of her on the pitcher's mound cutting through the solitude. 

 

Violet felt someone come up behind her, and a short spike of anxiety sent panic up her spine; until she saw that signature cap turned backwards, and Clementine’s smiling face. She was dressed in a sleeveless t shirt, and very short shorts.  

 

“Mind if I join you?” 

 

“Sure,” Violet stuttered, her legs trembling a little bit, which thankfully went unnoticed. Or least, she hoped it went unnoticed. Clementine took her sneakers off, sitting perilously close to Violet, letting her feet rest in the water. Violet eyed her as she leaned back on her hands, and Clem eyed the blunt.  

 

“Can I get some of that?” Clem inquired wryly, a sort of semi satisfied look on her face.  

 

“Some of what?” 

 

“Some of that ,” she said, pointing at the blunt and chuckling.  

 

Violet felt embarrassed and didn’t know why. “Oh! Yeah, of course. Um, have as much as you want.” 

 

Clem took the blunt and their fingers nearly traced each other during the exchange. Violet shivered in her stomach, and watched her closely as Clem re-lit the blunt, carelessly swallowed by a cloud of smoke. The definition in her arms and legs was curing Violet’s cottonmouth. 

 

Clem stared at the ground for a second, as if deciding what to say.  

“I’m glad I could finally meet you like this. Just us. One more day of meeting each other’s glances and not saying anything and I would have died,” said Clem, handing the blunt back and smiling at Violet, who looked shell-shocked.  

 

“I. Um. Me too. I’m glad to-I'm glad to see you too. My name is Violet.” 

 

Clem inched a little closer. “I’m Clementine.” 

 

The blunt fizzled out.  
 

Violet didn’t back away, “I know. I-I mean I heard it at the game. You were amazing.” 

 

Clementine smiled and tucked a stray curl behind her ear, “Thanks. Had to do my best to impress once I saw you.” 

 

 “I was more than impressed, and I don’t even like baseball,” Violet chuckled. 

 

Clementine scoffed, putting her hand over her chest in mock offense, “You don’t like baseball? Breaking my heart.” 

 

Violet suddenly felt emboldened and leaned closer, “Well, I may not like baseball, but I definitely like athletes.”   

 

Clementine placed a hand on Violet’s thigh, “Oh yeah?”  

 

“Yeah,” Violet’s heart began pounding, her thigh burning at the contact. Her head spun from the buzz and from something else she had never felt. She traced Clementine’s arm. 

 

They were close enough to feel each other’s breath, to feel the warmth coming off their cheeks. Violet’s eyes were fixated on her lips. Clementine gently grabbed Violet’s chin, pulling her in, their lips barely grazing, as if asking permission for more.  

 

“Oh Violet!” 

 A slurred voice shouted from the backdoor.  

 

Violet pulled back hard, almost falling backward. Both girls looked to the door to see Louis, leaning against the door frame.  

 

“Come inside we’re watching the SpongeBob movie and making a drinking game out of it,” he said, walking towards Violet. His eyes widened when he noticed Clementine next to Violet, both like a deer in the headlights. 

 

Louis fell to his knees and reached up to the sky, crying, "No! No! I ruined it, God what have I done?!”  

 

Violet took off her glasses and pinched her nose. “Oh my god Louis, please stop.” She looked back at Clementine who was amused by Louis’ dramatics. “Wanna head inside?” She asked. 

 

“Yeah, I’ve never watched SpongeBob before,” Clementine replied. 

 

Violet stared wide eyed at Clemetine; Louis ceased his ramblings upon hearing those words. “What?!” they both yelled and rushed Clementine inside.  

 

Louis led them to a den where Marlon, Brody, Mitch, Ruby and Aasim were laid up on various couches, watching the cartoon on a wall mounted TV. Beer cans and liquor bottles littered the floor, shot glasses and ashtrays full of cigarette butts and roaches lined the table in the middle of the room, small trashcans sat ready and waiting in front of the couches. Aasim and Ruby already looked half dead, cuddled together at the end of a couch, and Mitch busied himself with his personal stash of weed. Brody waved excitedly and smiled at the extra company. She patted the sofa and offered beers to them which they both eagerly took before sitting together.  

 

Louis grabbed a notebook off the table and sat next to Marlon on the adjoining couch.  “Okay so, rules are simple and will result in maximum carnage.” 

 

“Please try not to puke on the rug,” Marlon added.  

 

As Louis listed off the rules, Clementine leaned over to Violet, “Am I gonna understand this movie if I haven’t seen the show?” 

 

“You should be fine. I still can’t believe you’ve never seen it before,” Violet said 

 

“You’ve never seen SpongeBob?” Brody asked, shocked. 

 

“Not really, I didn’t watch a lot of TV growing up. I’ve seen some memes, and my little brother sometimes makes references I don’t get,” Clementine replied. 

 

“I doubt we’ll get through this entire thing before blacking out anyways,” said Violet. 

 

“Guess you’ll have to show me the rest sometime,” Clementine said, nudging Violet. 

 

Violet smiled and nudged her back, “For sure, gotta show you where my humor comes from.” 

 

Louis clapped his hands and grabbed the remote, “Okay everyone ready?” 

 

“Yeah, just repeat everything you just said cause I wasn’t listening,” Violet said before pulling out another blunt. 

 

“You bitch. Ugh I’ll just tell you when to drink, and you better save some of that for me,” Louis scoffed. 

 

Violet flicked the unfinished blunt at Louis, “Here, ya big baby.” 

 

As the movie progressed everyone quickly became increasingly inebriated, Louis never missing a moment to tell them to sip or take a shot. They laughed and pointed out references to Clementine, repeating lines they knew by heart with slurred voices and singing loudly along to the musical numbers. Not even halfway through the movie, Louis was losing his ability to keep up with his rules. Violet could feel the entire room spinning as her eyes grew heavy, and then, darkness.  

 

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO 

 

The next morning felt utterly miserable, Violet could feel the hangover permeating throughout her entire body. The room was stuffy, she was sweating like a pig, her bladder felt like it was going to explode, and a ray of light had wormed its way perfectly through the blinds and right into her eyes. The one thing preventing her from moving was Clementine, who was holding her tightly and resting her head on Violet’s chest. The hangover trumped any feelings she would normally have from being held. Looking around the room Violet saw Louis face down and star fished on the carpet, Marlon sat in front of the table, his head in his arms, Brody laid curled up at the end of the couch, Ruby and Aasim unchanged from last night, and Mitch was nowhere to be found.

 

Violet removed herself from Clementine’s grip and sat up with her head in her hands, trying to will herself into moving. She stumbled out of the room, finding the less than appealing frat bathroom. When Violet returned, she made her way to Louis and jostled him with her foot. He made a strange noise and rolled onto his back, groaning loudly and stretching. Everyone in the room stirred from the noise, annoyed and mumbling their disapproval. Violet found her glasses and sat on the edge of the couch, waiting for Louis to wake up. She heard Clementine groan behind her and turned to look. Clementine rubbed her eyes and sat up, still for a moment and waiting for her body to restart.  

 

“What time is it?” Clementine asked. 

 

Violet pulled out her phone to check, “Nine twenty-five.” 

 

Clementine vocalized her disgust and laid back. 

 

Violet chuckled, “Not a fan of mornings I take it?” 

 

“No. Especially not when I’m hungover,” replied Clementine. 

 

Violet grabbed an unfinished blunt from the table and lit it up, hoping it would stifle the headache until she could get home. She felt Clementine’s arm snake around her to ask for the blunt, Violet trembled slightly at the touch as she handed it to her.  

 

“So, doing anything fun for spring break?” said Clementine after taking a hit and passing it back to Violet. 

 

Violet took a long hit and exhaled, “Not really, just heading home for the week. What about you?” 

 

“Going to back to Georgia to see Dad’s family.” 

 

Dad’s family? Violet thought. Before she could inquire further, Louis sat up and looked straight at the blunt. He reached out his arm and made a grabbing motion while mumbling .  

 

Violet handed him the blunt and stood up, “Come on dude we gotta pack.” 

 

Louis grumbled, “Give a man some time to wake up Vi.” 

 

Violet rolled her eyes, “Whatever, I’m leaving now.” 

 

Before Violet could leave, she felt Clementine grab her hand, her heart skipped a beat. 

 

“Hey uh, I was wondering if I could get your number?” asked Clementine. 

 

Violet paused heart still racing, “Really?” 

 

“I just think you’re really cool and would love to keep talking, you know?” said Clementine. 

 

Violet pulled out her phone and handed it to Clementine, “Yeah.” 

 

Clementine entered her number, then took a picture of herself and added it to the contact photo. She handed the phone back to Violet, “Text me,” she said with a smile. 

 

“I will.”  

 

Violet walked over to Louis, still half asleep while smoking, and stole the blunt from him. Louis protested as Violet walked out the room and groggily got up to follow her before giving his goodbyes to the half dead room. As they left the frat house Louis hissed at the bright light bombarding his senses, Violet in turn shielded her eyes as the roach burned her lips. 

 

Once his eyes adjusted, Louis elbowed Violet, “So you got her number huh?”  

 

“Mhmm,” Violet hummed. 

 

Louis waved his hand, “I knew you had game, just had to find the right person to bring it out of you. Now you’re one step closer.” 

 

“Closer to what?” asked Violet. 

 

“Duh, getting laid,” Louis chuckled. 

 

Violet pushed him, making him stumble as he laughed. “God you’re such a fucking perv,” she said. 

 

Violet pulled out her phone and looked the selfie Clementine had taken. She couldn’t help but smile and typed a quick message. 

 

9:50 am  

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Chapter 3

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Here is chapter 3. I couldn't help but posting it even though chapter 4 isn't done, but trust it is already in progress. I think this story will end up being 6 chapters. Anyways, please enjoy :)

Chapter 3

 

Violet was riding shotgun beside Louis who was driving them back to their parent's estate for spring break. They had their car ride CD blasting through the speakers with the windows down and fast-food bags discarded behind them. Charles mewed his displeasure from his carrier at every bump and turn on the winding mountain road. The sky was a deep orange, the sun already below the mountains. As Louis jammed out, Violet sat with her feet on the dash and smiled at her phone.

 

Clem: What are you going to school for?

Vi: Engineering

Clem: No wonder you’re always nose deep in that laptop

Vi: haha yeah, it's a lot of work. But I’ve got a nice job lined up after I graduate

Vi: What about you?

Clem: I'm in the arts program for photography

Vi: That’s cool. You’ll have to show me your work sometime.

Clem: I’ll show you my portfolio when I see you again :)

 

Clementine and Violet had been texting nonstop since they exchanged numbers. The small talk had been breathing life into Violet; it made her feel like a teenager.

 

When they arrived at the manor, their parents were waiting for them in the foyer. As they removed their bags from the car, Louis’ mom, Aniya Sulieman, walked over to them. Louis embraced her and Aniya gestured for Violet to join, and she did.

 

“Oh, my babies, I’m so glad to see you,” cooed Aniya. “How was the drive?”

 

“Long as fuck, I’m so glad to be home,” Louis yawned.

 

Louis’ dad, Emanuel Sulieman, loudly cleared his throat at the swear.

 

Louis chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, “Sorry sir.”

 

“Well let's get inside, you’re just in time for dessert,” Aniya said, following her husband inside.

 

Louis and Violet grabbed their bags along with Charles and went inside. The Sulieman estate was vast, sporting many additional buildings besides the mansion as well as gardens and recreational spaces, all hidden in the green of the West Virginian mountains. When Violet first visited years ago, she was in disbelief and overwhelmed at the sheer size of their property; her trailer park brain unable to comprehend the amount of wealth the Sulieman’s had. Even today, it still felt a bit jarring walking through the large entry way into the main hall and remembering she has lived there for many years. Aniya had instructed them to leave their bags in the hall for the housekeepers to take to their respective rooms. Charles was let out of his carrier and dashed away to explore and decompress.

 

Aniya and Emanuel led them up the grand staircase and through the large halls to a wide balcony. There were many cushioned seats and tables and an awning that stretched halfway out. The stone railing that surrounded the balcony gave way at the end to a large driving pad. Wait staff were already bringing out a small assortment of desserts, most of which would remain unfinished. The lights around the estate were beginning to turn on, outlining the buildings that made u-shape around the gardens and a large, uncovered area of neatly trimmed bluegrass.

 

Emanuel beckoned Louis to the driving pad to hit a few balls with him while Violet and Aniya sat and watched. Anyia offered some of the treats to Violet, insisting that she eat. While Violet wasn’t particularly hungry, she took what was offered. After a few drives Louis asked Violet to try, she declined, but Aniya sprang up at the opportunity. Violet was pleased to watch the three of them together, even though she wasn’t participating. Seeing them be a happy family gave her joy, and even more joy when she remembered she was part of it.

 

Eventually, Emanuel left them to drive and came to sit with Violet. He opened a box of cigars and offered one to Violet who took it gladly. She had a love for tobacco that only a few people in her circle didn’t have, Louis being one of them. Violet started stealing her late mother’s cigarettes when she was only 9 and eventually made a heavy habit of it in high school, much to Louis’ chagrin. When Violet came to live with the Sulieman’s permanently, it was made a rule that she would quit. She did, with great struggle, but occasionally, Emanual would offer to let her smoke cigars with him, which she would never pass up. Another bonus with Emanuel was his love for the finer spirits, and every time they had cigars, he would call the wait staff to bring them whiskey on the rocks. Violet couldn’t tell the difference between a cheap whiskey and top shelf but still listened to Emanuel go on about the complex tastes and authentic ingredients as she drank her free whiskey.

 

When the sun fully set, Aniya asked them to attend brunch in the morning and sent Louis and Violet off. The two walked through the large halls with Charles making a reappearance beside them. When they arrived to their rooms that sat opposite each other, they said their goodnights;. She opened her door and Charles rushed in, immediately making biscuits on his side of the large bed. Violet shed her hoodie and pants then took her glasses of and plopped onto the bed with her phone. She smiled when she saw a few texts from Clementine.

 

Clem: Ugh this drive is so brutal. Still got a couple of hours left.

Clem: Did you make it home?

Vi: Yep. I made it home a few hours ago.

Vi: Just got into bed.

Clem: Lucky...

Clem: I wish I was there with you.

Vi: asdadbafbakbgewfb

Vi: Oh god don’t do this to me

Violet set her phone down and buried her face on her pillow, trying to stifle her out of control heartbeat. They continued to text into the night until Violet could barely hold her eyes open.

 

The next morning Violet woke up early. She tried without luck to sleep in, but her body wouldn’t let her, so she used the extra time before brunch to shower and get dressed before one of the housekeepers came to wake them. When she walked out, Louis was stumbling out of his room groaning, eyes still closed and pajamas still on. As they walked toward the dining room, the housekeeper tried her best to tidy up Louis’ unkept locs and wrinkled clothing. Even though Violet had been living with Louis’ family for years, she was still unaccustomed to having a person at their beck and call.

 

Violet glanced at Louis, then down at the floor, “Hey, so, would you mind not bringing up the whole late nights and meal skipping thing? I know its gonna come up at some point, but I want to deal with that at my own pace,” Violet said, scratching her neck.

 

Louis looked at her groggily while stretching his arms, placing them behind his head, “Yeah sure, but they already know somethings up, and you know how Mom is when she gets worried.”

 

Violet ran her fingers through her blonde strands, “Yeah, I know.”

 

When they arrived in the dining room, Aniya and Emanuel were already sat waiting. Emanuel, at the head of the long table reading a newspaper, his brow furrowing at Louis upon seeing his attire, while Aniya simply smiled and beckoned them over. Louis and Violet sat next to each other, Louis closer to his father, and Aniya sitting across from them. As the cooks brought out breakfast, Aniya began making small talk, “How did you two sleep last night?”

 

Louis groaned, still waking up, “Fine, I wish I could have slept longer though, I was having an amazing dream.”

 

Aniya laughed, “We’re having brunch instead of breakfast so you could sleep in. Anyways, how are your classes going?”

 

Louis perked up at the question, “Good, I’m getting to write my own pieces now. I might even get to perform!” he stated excitedly.

 

“That’s wonderful sweety,” Aniya beamed.

 

Emanuel looked at Louis over his newspaper, “And your business classes?”

 

“Those are good too. I’m taking marketing and accounting right now, learning a lot sir.” Louis said.

 

Emanuel nodded once and straightened his newspaper, “You’ll have to let us know the date of your performance.”

 

Violet sat quietly, eating and listening to Louis and their parents’ conversation. She was rehearsing what she was going to say when the same questions were asked of her.

 

“And what about you Violet?” Asked Aniya.

 

“My classes are definitely getting harder, but nothing I can't handle.”

 

“Louis tells me you've been skipping meals, and pulling all nighters at the library,” Aniya said, making eye contact with Violet.

 

Violet froze for a second before narrowing her eyes at Louis, “Did he now?”

 

Louis ate silently, pretending not to feel Violet’s burning gaze. Violet looked away and could see Emanuel peering at her from behind his paper. A wave of anxiety suddenly washed over her, the rehearsed dialogue in her head now useless.

 

“I-I don’t pull all nighters, the library closes at midnight, and I don’t skip meals, sometimes I just forget to eat cause I’m so busy,” Violet said.

 

“Sweetheart that doesn’t sound any better,” Aniya said, face filled with worry.

 

Violet stuttered for a second, trying to come up with something to ease her adopted mother’s worries when Emanuel set his paper down and spoke up, “We can discuss that another time.”

 

While Violet was relieved that she didn’t have to explain herself, but now there was now a looming dread of discussing her habits later.

 

“Well alright then, have you two done anything fun this semester? Aniya asked.

 

“Just the usual hanging out with the kids from Ericson’s, been going to Marlon’s baseball games, even got Violet to go to one last Friday,” Louis responded.

 

“Oh, how is Marlon doing?”

 

“He’s good, and captain of the baseball team,” said Louis.

 

“Still has that dead rat on his head too,” Violet chuckled.

 

“That boy has needed a haircut for over a decade,” Emanuel said, cutting into his dinner.

“I’m so glad that you and your friend’s from Ericson’s are still so close,” Aniya chimed.

 

“Speaking of friends, Violet made a new one,” Louis said.

 

Violet coughed from inhaling her food, giving Louis another exacerbated death glare and stepping on his foot. Louis simply smiled through the pain and watched in delight as his mother lit up.

 

“How exciting!” Aniya beamed “Is she in your class?”

 

“Uh n-no, I just met her last week at the coffee shop I go to,” said Violet.

 

“She’s also on the baseball team,” Louis added.

 

Aniya chuckled, “Is that why you went to the game?”

 

“N-no! Violet stammered, “Everyone wanted me to go so I did.”

 

Aniya hummed her amusement, “Well what’s her name?” she asked.

 

“Clementine.”

 

“Clementine... Now where have I heard that name before?” Aniya pondered, “Don’t you know a Clementine Louis?”

 

Louis paused, fork in his mouth hesitated a moment before answering, “Oh yeah, that’s the same Clementine,” he laughed nervously.

 

Violet arched a brow at him as she finished her food. Before Aniya could ask any more questions, Louis asked if he and Violet could be excused. Emanuel nodded, still eating his dinner. They made their way out of the dining room and up the large staircase at the end of the main hall towards their rooms.

 

“Way to throw me under the bus twice you fucking dickhead,” Violet chastised.

 

“Hey, I know you and I know that you aren’t gonna bring up the shit that needs to be talked about on your own. So, I took matters into my own hands.” Louis said matter-of-factly, his fingers interlocked behind his head.

 

Violet rolled her eyes, “Whatever, let me talk to them at my own pace.”

 

“Sure sure. For now, let's worry about having a fun spring break! Louis said, voice laced with enthusiasm.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

 

Louis’ first order of business during spring break was a day at the estate’s pool, much to Violet’s dismay. She sat under one of the large umbrellas surrounding the pool, protecting her pale skin from the harsh UV rays, while Aniya and Emanuel soaked in the sun. Violet looked at her phone and sighed when she saw no new messages from Clementine. She hadn’t heard from her since the first night and was starting to feel restless, but she didn't want to bother Clementine and pushed away her desire to send a flurry of texts.

 

Louis, having way too much fun playing with kiddy toys for one person, deemed it necessary for Violet to join, “Hey! Get your ass in here. Let’s play mermaids,” he laughed.

 

“What are you six? And you know I’m allergic to the sun.”

 

“Are you allergic to fun too?” Louis said, exasperated, “Come on, the water and sunscreen will protect you and give you a nice tan, which you desperately need because you’re haunting this house with your ghostly whiteness,” he teased.

 

Violet scoffed and set her phone down, “Fine, but if I get burned, I’ll burn you.”

 

When she reached the pool’s edge, Louis suddenly jumped towards her, grabbing her arm and yanking her in, “You motherf-;.”

 

The next day Violet still had no texts from Clementine. She told herself that if Clementine wanted to talk to her then she would, but her anxiety was increasing and becoming noticeable. Louis just thought she was worried about the impending conversation she would be having about her bad school habits, so he tried his best to keep her distracted. They circled the outer parts of the estate, getting stoned, when an idea popped into Louis’ head.

 

“You know what would be fun? Busting out our skates and racing around the house like we used to.”

 

“What made you think of that?” Violet asked.

 

“I don’t know you look kinda miserable and I want you to not be miserable.”

 

Violet chuckled, “Alright, but I’m not gonna go easy on you.”

 

“Ha! We both know I’ve always been better on the skates,” Louis laughed.

 

“Yeah, better at dancing. But speed? I’ve got you beat.”

 

“Guess we’ll just have to put that to the test.”

 

The two made their way inside and found their skates. The main house had a circular layout that was perfect for doing laps. As they put on the skates, Louis called over one of the housekeepers to count down and referee for them. The housekeeper hesitantly did as told and sent them off.

 

They both took off in a sprint on their blades, teasing and egging each other on. Waitstaff and housekeepers jumped out of the way as the two flew through the halls. Charles was grooming himself in the middle of the hall and raised his hackles at the objects barreling toward him, skittering away just in time. Violet gained the lead and put herself in a cruise like stride, easily keeping herself ahead of Louis. They were going so fast they didn’t notice Aniya and Emanuel hugging the wall as they passed. Louis was pumping his arms as hard as he could but was no match for Violet’s surprising amount of agility. When they finished Violet turned herself around, skating backwards and arms raised while staring smugly at Louis.

 

Louis drifted forward, hands on his knees and out of breath, “Yeah yeah.”

 

The next few days only got worse for Violet.

 

As soon as she opened her eyes in the morning her thoughts were on Clementine. Those thoughts persisted at every meal and activity. They still lingered as she laid in bed, unable to sleep, and when she did sleep, she couldn’t find any respite. Violet would check her phone feverishly, making sure she didn’t miss any messages. Her anxiety was beginning to overflow and masking it in was a draining task.

 

Violet was able to hide it from Aniya and Emanuel well enough, but Louis was too well-versed in her character to be fooled. When they were in the music room making songs, Louis would have to get Violet’s attention multiple times. When she was paying attention, her cadence was slow and her lyrics melancholic. Louis ended the session early, hoping to brighten the atmosphere by taking Violet to the estate’s theatre to watch the stupid movies she loved to hate. And of course, supplementing that with lots of weed and alcohol. But Violet was barely reacting to the movie. Instead, she chain-smoked joints and chugged beers like a machine. It seemed like nothing Louis did helped Violet feel any better.

 

Laying in her bed, Violet stared at the high ceiling with her phone on her stomach, the room completely silent. She wanted to text Clementine, but her spiraling thoughts had her second guessing everything. Maybe Clementine was just too busy to text her, or maybe she just didn’t want to text her. Maybe Violet was reading too much into Clementine’s actions at the coffee shop and the game and the party. Maybe she was just being nice and didn’t feel the same way Violet did. Maybe she didn’t mean to kiss her and was just drunk. Maybe she didn’t want to talk to her anymore. A dark pit weighed heavy in her chest, it reminded Violet of how she felt when her high school fling stopped speaking to her.

 

A ping suddenly rang from her phone. Violet shot up and fumbled the device in her hands before staring wide eyed at it.

 

Lou: Can you come help me retwist my dreads?

Lou: Pretty pleeeeeeease ;3

 

Violet sighed heavily and fell back onto her bed, disappointed, but felt eager for the distraction. She got up and made her way into Louis’ room, stifled music played from his bathroom door. Violet opened the door and saw Louis sitting and twisting the dreads at the front of his head, he smiled at her through the large mirror. She walked up behind him, silently grabbing clips and beginning to section of his hair. Louis pursed his lips and furrowed his brow, he wanted to understand what had Violet feeling so down.

 

“Hey so, what’s been up with you lately? Are you that worried about talking to mom and dad?”

 

“No, that’s not it,” Violet sighed, reaching for the hair gel, “I um, haven’t heard from Clementine all week.”

 

“What?” Louis said surprised, “Like she hasn’t responded to you?”

 

Violet scratched her neck, “Not exactly, I also haven’t texted her.”

 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Louis laughed as he finished a dread.

 

“W-well I just thought she might be busy or something and I didn’t want to bother her,” Violet stuttered.

 

“Give me your phone.”

 

Violet hesitated before handing Louis her phone, “Please don’t send anything stupid.”

 

“Don’t worry I’m just gonna get the conversation going again,” Louis said, fiddling with her phone.

 

Violet continued doing his hair, twisting the locs faster and nervously glancing down at Louis. He snapped his fingers, telling Violet to smile for a photo. She gave a small smile as he posed and took a selfie of them.

 

“That should do it,” Louis said as he sent to photo to Clementine, “Why didn’t you tell me? You know I’m great at this stuff.”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

A ping sounded from Violet’s phone. She eyed it, wanting to pick it up and check but Louis beat her to it. He suddenly leaned forward to grab her phone and Violet leaned with him, annoyed at almost losing progress on the loc she was twisting. Louis opened the phone and saw a message from Clementine; he showed it to Violet as he looked at her smugly. Violet clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, trying not to show how antsy she was to talk to Clementine.

 

Louis clicked open the message and read it aloud. “Hey. I’m so glad to hear from you. You should call me when you’re done,” he laughed, “See how easy that was?

 

“Whatever, less talk more twisting.”

 

After a few hours they finished his dreads. Violet made a hasty exit as Louis waved her off and began drying his hair. She went to her room and sat on her bed, finding Clementine’s contact and taking a breath before she called her. Violet’s heart hammered in her chest as she listened to the rings. A sense of relief washed over her when she heard Clementine’s voice, “Hey.”

 

“Hey, um, how are you?”

 

“I’m doing pretty good, spending a lot of time with family. Also been thinking about you a lot.

 

“Really?”

 

“Mhm. I was so happy to get your text. I would have texted you, but I didn’t want to overwhelm you or anything. Sorry about that.

 

“No don’t apologize. To be honest the only reason I didn’t text you sooner was because I didn’t want to bother you, but I couldn’t get my mind off you either.

 

“Well, don’t you ever worry about bothering me.”

 

Violet smirked, “Your southern accent is thicker.”

 

“Is it really? I hardly noticed, guess being back in Georgia brings it out.” Clementine laughed, “So, you know how to do hair?

 

“Yeah, I started doing Louis’ hair back when we were in boarding school together. We were living there all year and there wasn’t a lot of resources other than basic shit. Our nurse Ms. Martin was the only one in the school who knew how to do hair, and she taught me and a few other kids to do it. I’ve been retwisting Louis’ dreads ever since.

 

“Wow I wasn’t expecting that answer.”

 

“Shit, sorry, sometimes I just talk too much.”

 

“No no, I think it’s really sweet that you and your friends took care of each other. You know I’ve been looking for someone to braid my hair.”

 

“Yeah? I mean I can totally do it for you, if you want?”

 

Clementine giggled, “I’d like that very much.”

 

Violet smiled and laid back on her bed, the anxiety that had been culminating over the past week completely gone. Before Violet could speak again, a knock and a voice came from her door calling her for dinner. “Shit sticks, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later?”

 

“Sounds good.”

 

Violet made her way out of her room; Louis leaned against his door with a conceited grin, “Feeling better?”

 

Violet smiled slightly and sighed, “Yes.”

Louis prodded Violet as they headed towards the dining room, “So how was your little talk with Clem?”

 

“Good. She wants me to braid her hair.”

 

“See? Aren’t you glad your brother is a master of romance?” Louis said proudly

 

Violet scoffed, “I wouldn’t say it like that, but you certainly have your perks.”

 

“I'm glad you’re feeling better,” Louis hummed, “I’m shitting myself cause I've got one of my quarterly chats with dad right after dinner.”

 

“Doesn’t he talk to you about the same things every time?”

 

“It’s not what we talk about, it’s his aura. It sucks all the air out of the room and makes me sweat even though I literally have nothing to worry about,” Louis shivered.

 

“I mean I can’t say anything cause I’m also shitting myself about having to discuss my ‘behaviors’ at some point,” Violet air quoted.

 

“Well, your behaviors -Louis air quoted- are something that needs to be addressed.”

 

Violet simply grumbled in response.

 

After dinner, Louis followed his father to his study, and Violet sat outside on the large balcony, rolling joints as she waited for him. Aniya felt ambivalent about Violet's "habit" and sat beside her with a cup of tea. She watched Violet silently, the blonde was much thinner and tired looking than when the semester started.

 

“Violet, you know we love you very much, right?” Aniya spoke up.

 

Violet looked up from her task, a bit surprised at the sudden verbal affection, “Yes?”

 

“I know it can be hard for you to ask for help, but we worry about you when you don’t call, and we’re worried even more so after what Louis told us.”

 

Violet sighed, “I know, but I promise I’m gonna do better about it, take better care of myself.”

 

Aniya smiled and stirred her tea, “That’s all I ask.”

 

Violet breathed a sigh a relief, that was easier than she thought.

 

The balcony door opened, and Louis stepped outside. Violet turned to him and smiled, holding a joint up. Louis shook his head, “Dad wants to talk to you.”

 

“What?” Violet stuttered.

 

Louis scratched his neck, “Right before I left, he told me to send you.”

 

Violet hesitated for a second before getting up and walking inside. Of course, as soon as she thought she was in the clear, Emanuel wanted a word with her. As Violet walked towards his study her mind began to spin out. She hadn’t been in Emanuel’s study in years, and she had never been in there by herself. This must be what Louis felt like every time he had to speak with his dad alone. From what Louis had told her over the years, she knew she wasn’t in trouble, but Emanuel, while seemingly nonchalant and emotionless, could be very intense.

 

When Violet reached the large doors of Emanuel’s study, she knocked and heard his muffled voice call her in. Her eyes landed on the man with his nightly whiskey on the rocks, standing in front of the large window that overlooked the estate. He looked at her and asked her to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Violet did as he asked, sitting down and bouncing her leg as she waited for him to speak. She was feeling exactly the way Louis had described earlier, the air was thin, and she was already starting to perspire.

 

“I wasn’t pleased to hear about how your semester is going. I am thoroughly impressed by your straight A’s in such a demanding major but am perturbed by your methods.” Emanual shook his glass as he walked over to lean on his desk.

 

Violet rubbed the back of her neck, she wanted to avoid eye contact but fought her instincts, “I know sir, but I’m gonna do better I promise.”

 

Emanuel set his glass down, “What do you desire most in life Violet?”

 

Violet was surprised at the digression and took a minute to think of an answer. She thought back to her childhood, how her mother was never home because of her three jobs, her unstable, drunkard father wasting all their money, and... Grandma...

 

“Stability.”

 

“Do you feel unstable now?” Emanual stroked his beard, his concern slightly broke past his stiff demeanor, “What can I do to help you?”

 

“Sir, I...” Violet faltered, “You’ve already given me everything and more. I literally can’t ask you for anything else.”’

 

“So, you feel indebted to me?”

 

Violet’s eyes widened, not expecting to be confronted so bluntly. She bowed her head and ran a hand through her blonde hair, leg now bouncing uncontrollably. Her emotions were beginning to levy and threatened to spill over.

 

“I...I feel like if I don’t do the best with what you’ve given me, then I’m letting you down and -”

 

Emanuel put up a hand, “Violet, me taking care of you is not transactional, and even if it was, you’ve already done enough.”

 

She looked to him, a bit confused, but stayed silent.

 

“I’ll admit, when we first took you in, I was skeptical. One troubled teenager was already a lot to deal with. But the effect you had on Louis, was unexpected. I tried for years to get through to him, he is so much like his mother, free spirited, and stubborn. I’ve since learned that those are not necessarily bad traits, but his acting out and aversion to higher education concerned me. I don’t think he would be where he is at without you. You were the sibling he never had, the one he needed, and for that, I am eternally grateful.”

 

Violet exhaled, letting out the tension in her lungs.

 

Emanuel walked back over to look out the window, placing his hands behind his back and continued, “I know you and I haven’t had a serious conversation about your standing in the family, but I see you as my own. And it pains me to think of what you’re putting yourself through just to please me.”

 

“I’m sorry sir,” Violet stuttered, a single tear escaping and dripping off her cheek.

 

“There’s no need to apologize,” Emanuel turned and placed a hand on her shoulder.

 

Violet held her head in her hands as she cried silently. Emanuel went to his desk and sat in his chair; he finished his liquor and cleared his throat.

 

“When I started college, my father expected nothing but perfection. It made me miserable, and for a long time I thought that was what had to be done. But I want better for my children. You both have everything set up for you regardless of if you make good ;grades or not. I want you to have fun, experience more than just the academia part of college. And for god's sake, please don’t skip meals, you’re thin as a pole and Aniya was beside herself the first night you two came back.”

 

Violet sniffled and wiped her tears away, “I won’t sir.”

 

Emanuel smiled and nodded, “Good then, I am very glad we had this talk. You’re excused.”

 

Violet made her way back to the balcony, still drying the corner of her eyes. Louis was still there waiting for her. He stood when he saw her, his face laced with worry.

 

“So, how did it go?”

 

“It was good, we talked about it and I’m gonna try not to focus so much on getting the best grades I can,” Violet walked over to the outdoor couch and sat down, grabbing a joint off the table, “But you were right, there’s literally no air in there.”

 

Louis laughed, “Now you know how I feel 4 times a year.”

 

Violet laughed in turn, happy to be relieved of two giant stresses off her shoulders. She and Louis smoked and drank themselves into oblivion while they had the chance before returning to school. Violet was itching to get back and see Clementine again.

Notes:

Writing Louis' family was interesting. Feel free to ask me any questions and also let me know if you see any mistakes so I can fix them if I missed them in the editing process. Leave a comment and let me know what you think :)