emotions suck - crygi

new perspective

/ this chapter might be kinda confusing cause im doing a few skips to past events but ill try to make them as clear as possible. its also gonna be a bit longer than my previous ones (i think?) so get a snack and settle down for a journey \

Gigi still can't get over how terribly sad and confused Crystal looked at brunch right after revealing probably the biggest decision in her life, and setting it down for the two of them to examine. Gigi knows Crystal isn't waiting too long. If neither of them makes up a decision in max two months, it's just about time that Crystal packs her clothes in the middle of the night and takes the first one-way flight back home.

It fucking hurts. Gigi has to admit that. It hurts knowing that the girl she thought was over the moon about living with her is actually, seriously, contemplating on saying hasta la vista to the Paris dream that so many other girls would kill for (but what is there to even fight for? They're broke with a couple of nice clothes and cheap champagne)

24 entire hours have passed, and those have been some wild ass hours. Though the arguing is nothing new, and the tears have been shed before, it's just... strange. It's strange how in her feelings Gigi is about this, while in reality, she should be helping her best friend live her dream and do what's best. It appears out of place for her.

Honest to god, it came as a complete surprise. Gigi knew that they weren't gonna stay like that forever (or if they did stay together, then that would've never worked out in Paris for any more than another year or so), but there were always times when she thought that maybe something was meant to be. Like last Christmas. Gigi had actually been biting her nails throughout the entire month of December, stressing out about everything. But Crystal was always there to give pep talks and help her. They'd set up this poor quality fake-tree on the corner of their living room on Christmas eve, right next to the couch, decorated with sparkling snowflakes and a little white star on the top that Crystal glued a picture of her on. As the clock strikes 11 pm, and all their presents were opened and laid out on the floor, Gigi and Crystal put on one Christmas movie after another with hot chocolate in their hands, playing with each other's hair and cuddling like a fucking couple. Everything was just perfect for a moment.

Gigi misses those times, but it's over now. The first few years as friends they were living the full teenage dream despite being actual adults, but time goes on and they have to grow up to make it in this world. There's no time for Christmas fantasies anymore.

But for now, Gigi has something else to think about. A fucking potluck dinner party.

It's become a sort of tradition. Every second weekend of the month a bunch of their friends pile up at Gigi's and Crystal's house to talk shit and eat. It's a nice little catching up moment every now and then, but the fighting never stops. There's always the dirty looks and bathroom small talks about another girl's dress or something. If anything, that's sisterhood.

But this time, as Crystal is at work from the early hour of 6 am to 2 pm, Gigi has to deal with everything alone. Alone time is absolutely amazing, but come on. Ditching her right before a dinner party is brutal.

But as Gigi looks at the plates set down on the table (that she may or may not have carried inside from the back-alley) she truly thinks that this could go well.

The party starts around 11 am, and even as the clock strikes just about that, none of the bitches are there yet. And thank God for that, cause neither is Gigi ready.

She is going through every list in her head frantically. From food, to guests, to the time they usually arrive. At this point Gigi knows all that like she's been studying it for the last 4 years (which she basically has) but in reality, it's just her anxiety and fear of something going wrong fucking with her.