Sleep is good.
Good is sleep.
And Sana needs good sleep.
But how the hell can she get sleep when—
"I AIN'T GET NO SLEEP CAUSE OF Y'ALL, Y'ALL AIN'T GONNA GET NO SLEEP CAUSE OF ME". Yes, Momo was indeed slamming two pans together, vigorously, reverberating from wall to wall, and across the streets. And Mina, being first to awake, saw Momo just outside her room with pans she could of swore momo to never ever use. Murderous intent thickened the air as Mina stomped her towards the dancing mochine. Also, How to get away with murder is Mina's favorite show. Good time to say that now, right?
"What in the fucketh are you doing so early in the morning! You fu—", let's just say, Mina is a bad mouthed sailor when her sleep is disturbed. Best to filter her out like Charlie brown adults, wha wha wha, can't hear anything but that.
At the other end of the hall was Sana, Dahyun, and Chaeyoung. The three of them awoke to Momo's wailing, courtesy of Mina's hand gnawing at the older girl's neck like venom. Scary, she is, that lil penguin of Chae's.
"Good mor—Jesus! Don't kill her Mina!", a gasp from the DubChaeng duo had the two booking to save their unnie. From afar, Sana just watched, mildly intrigued, though wasn't sure if it was because she was in some delirium. Either way it wasn't her problem. Sana fled down the stairs, letting those weirdos do what they do best; being weirdos.
Gearing for the uncertainty of her day, Sana connected to the portable bluetooth speaker in the kitchen, swiping for a song that'd fit the mood of the day. When she found desired song, Ariana's voice, in all its luscious, harmonic, goddess vibrato, echoed 'I'm a motherfuckin train wreck' like a wakeup call to her current state. The bass was so potent that Dahyun's dog, Mr.Woofers, nearly had a stroke as he waltzed in, curious what Sana was configuring up in the kitchen.
One by one, her friends made their way down their stairs, zombified. "Mornin". Sana would say each time they'd look over her shoulder, smelling what they hope was oatmeal. In fact, neither of them were sure if Sana knew how to cook. Though it was the least of their worries since all of them were starving. Might as well eat, then starve to death, yea?
"Waots dah puwan fohr tudae gaies", mumbled Dahyun, with bread stuffed between her cheeks, forming snowballs.
Chae, with a glass of orange juice in hand, said, "Well, Jihyounnie is coming back. Said her flight arrives in. . .", she looked to the clock atop the counter, ". . .2 hours, actually"
2 hours.
2. motherfucking. hours.
Sana could, and would, rip her hair out if it meant Jihyo wouldn't recognize her. "Chae...", Sana whispered, lowly, something Chaeyoung knew as Oh shit, I fucked up. And yes, Chae did fuck up. For telling Sana, and the girls, this message at the last minute. "Do. Not. Tell me...you offered to pick her up from the airport. Do not tell me, or you and I are gonna fight on sight". It wasn't up for debate. If Sana said she'd fight, she'd fight. At this point, Chaeyoung might as well play dead.
The cub choked on her juice, eyes roaming anywhere to avoid Sana's glacier stare. "I, well, technically—Ugh! Fine! Yes! Yes I said I'd pick her up! Please don't kill me I'm too young!", she squeaked, using Mina's lap for safety, who payed no mind to the sudden gesture.
"Jihyo. Been awhile since I've heard her name pop up. Wonder how's she doin", Momo didn't quite understand Sana's dislike towards Jihyo. No one really knew. Except for maybe Chaeyoung, who to this day doesn't know the full details herself.
"Would've been nice to have told us earlier, Chae. But no matter, I see no problem in getting her. I missed her, actually", confessed Mina who earned a glare from Sana.
Slamming her burnt toast to the table, Sana stood, hands clenching and unclenching in an attempt to calm her nerves. "You guys are gonna be the death of me. I kid you not". After throwing her plate and utensils in the dishwasher, her steps, heavy and dramatic, trudged their way up wooden stairs.
The remaining at the table exchanged glances to eachother, confusedly confused.
"Must be on her period. Cause same.", Momo chuckled, not caring when the others left her sitting by herself. She's her own damn comedian.
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my writing...idk how to explain it...its...
honestly idk what im doing lmfao
tho i will say this book almost finished. almost. less than 6 chps for sure
