Prompt: Reece found something... Interesting that used to belong to Clodagh. He gave it back to its rightful owner.
The early afternoon sun streamed through the windows as Reece and Marjorie tackled the chaos of spring cleaning in their shared living room. Boxes of old trinkets, forgotten knick-knacks, and questionable keepsakes were piled high around them. Reece, crouched by the corner, pulled out a dusty box from beneath a stack of blankets. The handwriting on the side made him pause.
“Hey,” he said, tilting the box toward Marjorie, who was currently wrestling with a stubborn drawer. “This one’s got Clodagh’s name on it.”
Marjorie glanced over, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “What’s in it?”
“No idea.” Reece set it on the coffee table and carefully pried the lid open. Inside were neatly folded costumes, a pair of well-worn ice skates, and a stack of photo albums. He rifled through the contents, chuckling at the colorful relics of the past.
“This is gold,” he murmured, holding up a sequined top. “I don’t even want to know what this was for.”
Marjorie peered over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “You’re giving that back, right?”
“Of course,” Reece said with a smirk, though his eyes gleamed mischievously. He paused, pulling out a small wooden box hidden beneath the costumes. When he opened it, he found an assortment of Polaroids. His grin widened. “Oh, this is perfect.”
“What is it?” Marjorie asked, craning her neck to see.
“Just… a little something to remind Clodagh who’s boss,” he said, slipping the box of Polaroids into the larger one before closing it up.
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Later that evening, Reece arrived at Clodagh’s place with the box in hand. Clodagh answered the door, her eyebrows shooting up when she saw it.
“Where on earth did you find that?” she asked.
“In the depths of our cleaning spree,” Reece replied, holding it out to her. “Figured you’d want it back.”
Clodagh took it hesitantly, setting it on the coffee table in her living room. Sorcha, who was lounging on the couch with a book, glanced up with interest.
“What’s that?” Sorcha asked, setting the book aside.
“Apparently, my past,” Clodagh said dryly, lifting the lid.
The contents immediately caught Sorcha’s attention. “Costumes? Ice skates? Oh, this I’ve got to see.”
Before Clodagh could stop her, Sorcha pulled out one of the photo albums and flipped it open. The first page featured a group shot of Clodagh, Reece, Mia, Autumn, and Shibhon from their university days. Clodagh, sporting an enormous grin and a ridiculous hat, stood front and center.
“Oh my god,” Sorcha laughed, her eyes sparkling with delight. “You were adorable!”
Clodagh groaned, trying to snatch the album away. “Stop. That’s enough of that.”
Sorcha dodged her, turning the pages rapidly. The photos got progressively more candid and embarrassing—Clodagh falling flat on her face while ice skating, a Halloween costume gone wrong, and a particularly memorable shot of her covered in glitter.
Clodagh’s face was turning a vivid shade of red when Sorcha reached the wooden box. “What’s this?” Sorcha asked, opening it before Clodagh could protest.
Inside were Polaroids—dozens of them—each one capturing Clodagh in a hilariously unflattering moment. One showed her mid-sneeze; another caught her tripping over a stack of books. There was even one of her scowling at a cupcake as though it had personally insulted her.
Sorcha burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “These are amazing! Reece, did you know about this?”
Reece, who had been leaning casually against the wall, grinned. “Oh, I may have had a hand in preserving those gems.”
“You traitor!” Clodagh exclaimed, rounding on him.
“Hey, they’re memories,” Reece said, raising his hands in mock defense. “You can’t put a price on nostalgia.”
“I’m going to put a price on your head,” Clodagh muttered, glaring daggers at him.
Sorcha wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “This is the best day of my life. Clodagh, you have to let me keep some of these.”
“Absolutely not,” Clodagh snapped, snatching the box away.
Reece laughed, clearly pleased with himself. “Consider it payback for that prank you pulled during freshman year.”
Clodagh narrowed her eyes. “Oh, don’t think this is over. I’m getting you back for this, Reece. Just wait.”
Reece smirked. “Looking forward to it.”
And as Clodagh stomped off with the box, Sorcha and Reece exchanged a conspiratorial glance, both knowing that Clodagh’s “revenge” was going to be just as entertaining as the discovery of her embarrassing past.
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