fortydust // j. // brockhampton

𝔰𝔦𝔵*

Yes, Harley, Trinity, Genesis, Millie, and Kenny had stayed longer than expected last night. They may or may not have been driving home at two in the morning. And Harley was definitely not thinking about Joba as she laid in bed. Not about his kind smile, not about his pretty eyes, and absolutely not about the way that he looked at her.

Rolling over to check her phone, she noticed a text from Chris that read: Meeting today in the office. Come at 3. She answered back, "very ominous Chris. We'll be there," before getting up to make sure the rest of the girls were awake.

Walking into Kenny's room, she knocked on the door. "Come in." Kenny's perky voice answered. "You're wide awake." Harley grumbled, rubbing her eyes while looking over at Kenny who was sitting at her desk. Next to her, was a penn where her rabbit Oliver was. His coat was black and white and Harley loved cuddling with him.

"I had this idea for instrumentals to some song," Kenny answered, "Plus you know I can't sleep too late." "What was your idea?" Harley asked, sitting down onto her bed. "It's kinda hard to explain," Kenny looked over her shoulder, "But you know when you hear a violin during a really intense scene?" "Like when it's playing super fast?" "Yeah exactly," She nodded, looking back down at her notes, "So everything is just sped up. And then I was thinking it just switches up and there's almost this-this twinkle affect."

"Twinkle affect?" Harley's eyebrows furrowed together. "Yeah kinda like when Tinkerbell shimmies around," Harley laughed at Kenny's determination to explain it, "And so it'd start off with the violin for build up and then the beat would drop with the..." "Tinkerbell shimmy." Harley finished and Kenny nodded. "Exactly." "Now I wanna hear this." Harley said, watching her with amazement.

"If I can make it well enough," Kenny bit her lip, "The bass needs to drop at a specific moment or else it won't work." "Kenny you're a genius. I know you can do this." Gathering her raven black hair into a small ponytail, eyes still on her notebook, she said, "Ok but I'm gonna need some type of percussion." "Right." Harley said, pretending like she totally knew what to choose. "What if-what if...damn." Kenny rubbed at her eyes and Harley got up, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Don't be too hard on yourself, you just thought of this idea and it already sounds great." "I know it's just on the tip of my tongue but I can't quite figure out what I want," She huffed, "Or what I need."

"What if tonight we go over something together?" Harley suggested, "I can play the drums and we can go from there." "Yeah that's perfect. Now we're getting somewhere." "Glad to be of assistance." Harley smirked and then Kenny blinked. "Oh shit, did you come in here for something?"

"Yeah actually," Harley said, "We have a meeting with Kelly and Chris at 3." "In their office building?" "Yeah." "Don't they know that I'm busy trying to create a masterpiece today?" Kenny groaned, "And what do they need us for anyway?" "Who knows." Harley said, picking at her nail polish. "That's strange," Kenny's eyebrows furrowed, "Did you tell everyone else?" "Nope not yet. I figured you'd be up already so I'd let them sleep a few minutes longer."

"They should be up by now. It's bad to sleep in." "Tell that to my body. I'd sleep for a few more hours if I could." Kenny raised an eyebrow at that, saying, "Harley, it's 11:00." "Kenny, it was a late night yesterday." Harley played along and Kenny smiled back. "Yeah, yeah." Harley tried to pretend that the late night was justified. Or that she wasn't having fun at their house. But it was proving as more of a challenge than she initially thought.

"I'm done with your condescending tone," Harley opened her bedroom door, "I'm gonna wake everyone else up." "Good luck with that," Kenny smirked, "You know how grouchy Genesis is." "Oh I know." Harley sighed, walking toward her bedroom.

Genesis had recently painted her door red which contrasted to the rest of their white ones and Harley felt like she was entering a different realm. "Wake up, sleepy," Harley sang to her, "Wake the fuck uppp." "Get the hell out of my room." Genesis grumbled, trying to cover her ears with her pillow.