The next morning, Luna woke up to music playing. Smiling to herself, she remembered how her and Harper would wake up and immediately put music on in the kitchen while they cooked. Making her way down to the kitchen, she stopped at the doorway and watched as she danced around at the stove, humming to the music. Man, she missed this.
She eased herself into the kitchen and sat at the table, "Good morning, I'm shocked you're not sleeping off a hangover."
Harper turned towards her, spatula in hand, pointing it at her while she talked, "You and I have some talking to do."
Luna arched a brow, "Oh?"
"Yes." Harper grabbed the pan and scooped eggs out onto two plates. Setting the pan to the side, she grabbed the two plates and carried them to the table. Walking back to the refrigerator, she grabbed grapefruit juice and poured them both a glass before taking her seat.
"We're going to talk about last night. What happened when you called Jesse at the end of the night?"
Sighing, Luna should have seen this coming, Harper was the most observant person she's ever known.
"There was a misunderstanding on my part, I drank too much and my mind was all over the place. Being back here, it brings back so many memories."
"Good memories?"
"Yes. It makes me miss home."
"I thought home was in the city now?"
Luna pushed her food around her plate, not eating much of it, "Yeah." She said unconvinced.
"Well," Harper clapped, "I need you to ransack my clothes again and go shower."
"Why? Lunch isn't for a few hours."
"Yes, but we're going to go to the store and buy the things needed for lunch. We are making them lunch."
Smiling, Luna downed her juice and stood.
"You're not going to eat?" Harper asked.
Looking down at the food, the words from last night replayed in her mind, work extra hard to lose the calories. Since she didn't see her making time to go for a run, she would have to cut her calorie intake.
"Nah. I'm not hungry right now. Stomach still isn't happy about the alcohol." She lied.
Finding herself back in Harper's closet, she pulled out a plain white T-shirt, grabbed a pair of black leggings from her dresser, and grabbed a pair of flip flops and headed towards the bathroom to shower.
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"I can't believe they kept all of my things," Luna was standing in front of every article of clothing she left behind, her old journals, and old MP3 player.
"Why wouldn't they? You're family." Harper smiled softly.
Luna dug through her clothing, pulling out under garments and her favorite pair of jeans. They were stone washed, distressed, dark blue jeans that faded lighter in the middle of the legs. She grabbed her old tank tops and threw everything in their washer.
"I can't believe we still wear the same size as when we were 17." Luna stated in disbelief. Some of the clothing was obvious that it was from high school, like the sweats with writing on the butt, or the boy band t-shirts.
"Well, we both work hard to stay this way." Harper replied.
"Yeah."
Harper looked at her disapprovingly, "Though, I've noticed you're thinner now."
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The Triad
Romance*Unedited* A story based on songs. Luna, Harper, and Brent have been inseparable since they were kids. That is until Jesse swooped in and broke the trio apart by sweeping Luna off of her feet and taking her from her hometown. Luna and Brent fell fo...
