phoe•nix
a person or thing regarded as uniquely remarkable in some respect
or
symbolizing immortality, resurrection, and life after death
[ mini series - novella to THE MANDELA EFFECT & DEJA VU ]
au
lower case intended
ft. the corey's, river phoe...
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FRIDAY, JUNE 2nd 2023
jason patric's point of view
my eyes are staring to feel strained with all the darting around they've been doing.
peering past the blurs of people who pass me by, the conversations around me go in one ear and out the other—the words never staying for more than a second to actually comprehend them.
"do you see her?" i ask for the third time. "river?"
"what?" he snaps back into reality at the sound of his name.
"how many of these have you had?" i point to the dark, plum red sangria in his hand.
"three?"
"oh, you're fucking wasted." i conclude.
"maybe four." he says, sucking the juice out of the lime that came on the rim of the glass.
i scoff, holding down a laugh.
"hey," the back of his hand comes in contact with my chest to grab my attention. "there's ken."
my head whips in the direction he's looking in and sure enough, after 2 hours of looking for kennedy, there she is.
a leather jacket draped over her shoulders, a staple in her closet. if i'm ever to picture kennedy white in my head, she's wearing a black leather jacket 2 sizes too big for her small frame.
she's holding a glass of bubbly champagne, a delicate, gold bracelet dangling from her wrist, and a soft smile spread across her lips as she listens to james and his friends converse about something.
"how are we gonna get her alone?" river asks. "away from that pretentious, hollywood hills bloke."
"we might not." i say, quietly. "have you ever seen him leave her alone at a party?"
river shakes his head with a quick roll to his eyes.
the only reason we ever even get a glimpse of kennedy anymore is because of these parties. but the reason i'm here is because river always takes me as his plus one.
i watch kennedy's expression change from happy and engaged in the conversation to bored as her eyes leave her boyfriend and dance across the rest of the party.
then they land on me.
her gaze falters once, down to the floor, and then right back up to me.
the nerves in my stomach dissipate as james guides her to walk with him and his friends—he's still unaware of his girlfriend being mentally anywhere but here.
