The front door swings open with a "Helloooo?" And Benjamin's eyes stay caught on me for a second before he stands up to greet a little bald man... Holy fuck it's yung lean.
"This is Bailey.." Bladee says, gesturing to me and I reach out to shake Jonte's hand. "She's helping me with 'serenade', she's a big fan." I slap him playfully in the arm. "Yes, I am.. It's lovely to meet you." Jonte shakes my hand before popping outside and returning with a cigarette hanging from his teeth and a handful of flowers. He rustles through the cupboards for a vase and opens a few windows before sitting down with us.
"You started on your verse yet?" I ask Jonte, he shifts his cigarette to his hand and shakes his head. He exaggerates a frown, locking eyes with Bladee and stage whispering to me - "I've not been invited to write a verse.." I gasp, "Benjamin Reichwald! Have you not invited poor Jonte to participate?!" Benjamin laughs, snatching the cigarette. "You're right. I'm very sorry. I just assumed it was a given. What would I do without you?"
I smile and roll my eyes at him, beginning to sift through the papers littering the tabletop. "Very soft colours.. is this one going to be personal?"
"Very. I guess it's like a letter to my younger self." I glance up at him, eyes gleaming. "Please tell me you'll do some songs in Swedish!!" Jonte snaps his fingers- "Yesss!" Benjamin rakes a hand through his curls, "Yeah, of course, I honestly can't believe I hadn't considered that already.." "Here I'll help you with it." I say, grabbing a pen and setting my notebook on my lap. "You speak Swedish?!..." Jonte exclaims. "I studied abroad for a little cause my uni was partnered with UOS." I explain nonchalantly "Damn, how long were you there?" Benjamin asks "I try to suppress a giggle as I hand the page to him, "Two months!"
He uses a hand to cover his smile as his eyes trace over my writing. It was all basic travel phrases; God morgon, hur mor du, jag ar fryser. "It's really good uh, you're a very strong lyricist.." He hands the page to Jonte, turning away to laugh. "You know, this is perfect. Very personal. Spelling is a bit shit though.." Jonte comments, Benjamin and I both burst out laughing.
"Okay, Okay.. are there any actual lyrics? Or is it gonna be a freestyle project?" I turn to ask Bladee, "Bit of both" he shrugs. "I'll start writing some ideas. Bailey, I want you to make a collage and Jonte?" he grins, "I want you to roll a blunt."
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FanfictionI wake up bright and early at 11am. Groaning, I turn over and pick up my phone, stretching out my legs as I scroll through my notifications. "No fucking way.." I mutter under my breath, my fingertips shaking as they shoot to the notification, ƎE @Bl...
