Demon

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Jaja POV

*attic*

[It feels so nostalgic for us all to hang out with each other like this again.]

It's been a month and some weeks since we all had a proper weekend sesh together or really hung out, and I'm not taking this for granted.
Sky's one of my best friends; next to my brother. We both care about her and she's family but as we walked her home the other day, I could tell she was hiding something. I don't like that. We share anything and everything.
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Carrying our bags up to the attic and setting them down as Karta and I always do. I see Sky slouching on the mattress, her arms hanging from her knees where she let them rest. The air around her was cold. I had known she'd be okay but I just wish she'd be more vocal about it.

In the midst of my doubt of sky's state of mind; as if in slow motion, I see a burst of happiness swell upon her face as Jakarta plummets face first into the mattress after tripping over his own foot.

It's so surprising that he's so clumsy everywhere else except the field. And that she smiled this big only with us. But I guess I'm just think too much about it. About her.

*playing Nikes by Frank Ocean*

Crossing my legs, leaning back against the splintered wall and inhaling a deep, lightly burning pull of the holy ganja. I riddle myself about how the colour orange comes from red but still is it's own independent colour.

Slowly slipping into my stone, my bones started to feel dense as fuck as I found myself staring down at my feet.

"What strain is this, Ja? I mean Karta." Laughing at myself I hear chuckles come from the two other Musketeers.
I sight up to see their low eyes and fortuitous faces. "It's that sour diesel, bruh," Sky responded. Exhaling in preparation for the high to get worse, i glance up at Karta, giving him that 'you-know-what-i'm-about-to-say-look'. "Don't worry bruh. I'm driving. I know this knocks you."

Sour Diesel gets me talking shit and not remembering a thing, so i had to start biting my tongue. _________________

Taking a look to my side I spot the bag of food. We always order wings. As much as Karta, loves burgers and Sky her wraps or whatever she feels like in the moment and I, my fries. Wings are our uniting food factor.
I had saved my fries for later and started on my wings. They were sooo crunchy and spicy that I had to slurp to keep from drooling all over myself.

"The fu-" Sky said.

"Oh! Fuck, I totally forgot." bolting passed me to the stash of food Jakarta, rummaged for his food.

"NO WAY. And you didn't even tell us, Ja. You Asshole," she manages to get across in her soft, rasped voice. Being an 'Asshole', i turn to her with a wing escaping out my mouth, "Huh?"
"Nvm. Karta, Toss me-" And out of nowhere, a bag passes my face; it was Karta, he tossed Sky her wings right at her face and giggling I slighty chock but stiffling the chocking, I keep giggling.
Jakarta takes a gander back and chuckles a little before walking back to his mattress across Sky's and this time, handing her her juice box. All of us chowing down, a deep, bellowed burp escaped Sky's pit of a stomach.

"Nice," i said, echoed by Karta.
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Sky pulled out her phone and we knew it was TV time. Though, I do enjoy it, when we get into the pyramid I can get really cozy, so can they.
Deciding to avert the structure of viewing, we all make a plan and enjoy one of our favourite series. Into our 4th episode, i get distracted by hushed whispers to my right as Sky and Karta cuddle. I know, it seems weird and I used to feel all third wheel-y but Karta does too when we cuddle. Who wouldn't. I guess at some point you realise everyone needs to feel.

"..we best be heading home."
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Packing up, I spot Jakarta heading out to put some bags in the car as Sky tided up loose ends in the house. Sometimes, when she does, it reminds me when we first moved in and the bright look she has when she imagines things coming into life haunts me. And how the first thoughts she shared were that we had to change the locks on the doors in the house then get plumbing all the way out here.

[A beautiful thought.]

Tailing Karta to the Jeep, I pull him aside and in a low tone, ask, "What was that all about in there?" Taking a breath as he shuts the creeky boot off the car, "She's in her head." That means she's closing up on us and that leads to her feeling lonely. Karta isn't one for many words so he means what he says when he says it. "She should just tell us what's going on." He turned away going to the Drivers seat. Gripping his shoulders stopping him in his tracks, "Hey, let me drive. You need to clear your head." Tossing me the keys he heads for the front door of the house and calls for Sky.
"Lets go, miss." Stepping jontily from the house, Sky heads for the back of the jeep as Jakarta locks up and boards the windows and door with traps that tell of human activity.
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*sunset*

*Download or listen to Willow Smith - F-Q-C*

"Hey, could we take the long route, Ja?" asked Sky as she stood, holding against the cage of the car.
"Sure.." i knew something was up.

Taking a left to merge into the lane that led to the route around Una Park to the suburbs of the city but, the house here were large and were spaced apart for meters on end and it was just lawn and distant twinkles of the main city. Along the drive, Sky mumbles something. "Huh?" I said. Her response stifled me, "Oh, nothing. Just thinking aloud.." Karta and I glance at each other Tapping her thigh I signal her down as I pull over to the side of the road near a house. "We need to talk, Sky."

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Hey there unresponsive community. Still have much love for you. Sorry I've been MISSING.

I needed an uninspired break for me to experience and give you some content but I'm still rusty. I will try create a small book which I'll put a link to down below where I'll hust be writing stories and you can definitely put prompts for me to write about. Preferably please note if you'd like it to be a Narrative or Descriptive.

I still write for @Ghostly_Mind_Stories
And my dear friends. I love you all.