XXXVIII

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xxxviii - lavender haze.

27th of June, 2023, Los Angeles

-8:42am-

"Hey Mouse, hypothetically, what would happen if someone breached an NDA?" Pippa asked her best friend through her phone.

"Well good morning to you, too," Minnie sarcastically replied.

"Sorry," Pippa forced an apology, "Good morning your royal highness Minnie Abigail of the Davis bloodline."

"Better. And I don't know," Minnie answered Pippa's earlier question, "You'd probably get sued to the ends of the earth depending on how much money the opposite party has. Why do you ask? And why do you sound like you've smoked a pack a day for the past twenty years?"

Minnie was right, Pippa's voice was the most hoarse it had ever been. She didn't even sound this beat up after her first Taylor Swift concert.

"I think I'm coming down with something, and no reason," Pippa lied, she'd gotten better at it lately, "Just curious."

"You are one strange person, Pip," Minnie chuckled.

"I know. Oh, how's the roommate search going?" Pippa quickly changed the topic.

"Great! I was actually just about to tell you about that," Minnie responded, way too energetic for the hour in the morning that it was, "This girl named Felicity just started working at the cafe, and she was new to town so she didn't have a place to live. I think she's a transfer from NYU or something..." Minnie trailed off, and Pippa just absentmindedly listened.

Pippa wondered to herself how she was going to survive until February, considering she apparently couldn't even spend three weeks with Gracie Abrams without everything going to shit.

-1:19pm-

"You've been writing a lot recently," Audrey observed.

Audrey was watching Gracie from her spot on the barstool tucked into the overhang of their kitchen island. Gracie was tucked in the corner of the couch with her guitar and her journal, something that had become a rather frequent occurrence.

"Yeah, Alexandra's been on my back about having the album ready so, been trying my best to write everyday," Gracie confessed, only a half lie.

"You sure it's not because you have a new found muse?" Audrey teased.

Gracie paused, casting a hollow look out the window. She could feel the chill down her spine again. It came hand in hand with the guilt every time she remembered the look on her poor little bird's face, and the fact that she put it there never failed to make her want to throw up. But Audrey didn't know what happened, so Gracie couldn't blame her best friend for the teasing.

"That, too," Gracie simply agreed, she didn't have it in her to explain.

"That, too," Gracie simply agreed, she didn't have it in her to explain

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