LATIBULE - ranboo

3 ; retrouvailles

retrouvailles ; noun (french)

the happiness of meeting again after a long time, literally 'reunion'

brielle's pov ;

i shot up out of bed at the sound of crashing near my window.

oh god oh fuck no i'm being robbed—

"—brielle! you weren't answering the door so i came in through the window! you should try locking this thing..." harper trailed off, glancing at my shocked face, "oh yeah, i'm here now!"

i shook my head in an attempt to shed my terror upon waking up, "i... yeah, sure i'm... sorry—you live in florida! when did you get here? and why?"

"why? because i love my bestie," they claimed, "and i wasn't kidding when i said i would come by the café more often!"

i furrowed my brow and protested, "yeah but i'm not even working today, couldn't you have waited until monday?"

harper made a noise of disapproval, "you start school in like two weeks and i start just a bit after that. gotta spend as much time with you as possible while also keeping my perfect attendance!"

"you literally got the record for most days missed without being held back. the only reason you weren't is because your mom seduced the principal!"

"yes," harper nodded, "and it was a girlboss moment."

"you actually just used the term 'girlboss moment' out loud. i'm calling the police. and ranboo."

harper squinted, "sorry, repeat that?"

"you actually just used the term 'girlboss moment' out loud." i quoted.

"no, no, the second bit," they motioned for me to continue.

"...i'm calling the police?" i obeyed.

"i'm sure there was more there... did you say you would call ranboo?" harper asked, tilting their head.

I stuttered for a response, "uh—i'm—if i say no will you believe me?"

"no. hand me your phone."

i fumbled with my hands for a second before reaching towards my phone and handing it to her. they thought for a minute before guessing my passcode—correctly, might i add—and opening my contacts.

i stopped them swiftly, "wait—harper, what are you doing?"

they waved me off dismissively and continued scrolling. she stopped at my contact for ranboo, as his face was the contact photo. before I could even think to stop them, she clicked the facetime button.

he answered after precisely 4 rings, though the camera was facing his ceiling, "oh hey brielle! wait... you're not her."

harper stared, starstruck for a few seconds (as if she didn't know what they were getting herself into) before replying, "oh, yeah, i just wanted to see who noodle boy was. stole her phone and all that jazz—"

i cut them off before they could say any more, "alright, that's enough from you, harper. hand me the phone."

she sighed heavily and handed me the phone, crossing her arms petulantly afterward. i swiftly pulled the phone to show my face and smiled awkwardly at what showed only ranboo's ceiling, "my apologies good sir. please do not step on me with your weirdly tall legs. so sorry."

ranboo laughed quietly, "it's fine. i don't mind being called by uh... well—i was mainly fine with it because it was you but i don't mind being called by you or your friends."