fortydust // j. // brockhampton

𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢*

Harley's grip tightened around the steering wheel as she realized she was only a minute away from Joba's apartment. It was dark outside, lit only by twinkling stars, and all she could think about was what awaited her. Or rather, who.

She'd never been this nervous in her life. Not during her high school graduation, not at Fortydust's first concert, and not even her first time having sex.

But here she was, heart in her throat and palms so sweaty that she could feel the dampness on her steering wheel. Harley reached for the radio with trembling hands, listening to the first station that came on.

"Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye blasted through the car speakers and her eyes went wide. "Next." She mumbled, changing the station. "Grind On Me" by Pretty Ricky was already playing and she laughed to herself. "Wow the universe is really sending me a sign tonight." She mumbled, trying to ignore the coincidence.

After switching the station for the third time and hearing "Ignition" by R Kelly, she turned off the radio. "Jesus I can't escape this shit for two seconds," taking a deep breath, she sighed, "Looks like we're going the rest of the drive in silence." When Harley made it to Joba's place, she took in her surroundings before getting out of the car. It was a modern, white concrete building with big windows and 4 floors.

After turning off the ignition, she blinked out into the darkness, taking deep breaths in and out. "You can do this," She pointed at herself in her rearview mirror, "You-you're sexy and beautiful and talented. Look at you. Joba is lucky to have someone so hot and successful as you are." Yeah, okay. She shook her head slightly with a soft laugh. "Let's do this. Game face." She clapped before rushing out of her car, practically running across the street to Joba's apartment. Looking down at her phone, she reread Joba's instructions.

Joba: Press the button on the box, give your name and my room info, and I'll buzz you in. I'm on the third floor, room 22.

She pressed the button and a woman answered. "Hello?" "Hi, my name's Harley Dixon. I'm here for uh, room 22 on the third floor." "Alrighty, one second." Immediately the entrance unlocked and Harley reached out to open the door. She couldn't back away now. The entryway was pretty fancy and not at all what she expected, with a velvet couch, a huge front desk, and a small, diamond chandelier in the middle. She looked over at the elevator, about to enter before the lady at the front desk stopped her.

"I didn't expect to see anyone coming in this late," She grinned knowingly, "We don't get many visitors at 11 at night." "That's surprising." Harley laughed lightly, pulling up her pink spaghetti strap shirt. God, she probably looked like a mess. "The superstar in room 22," The woman whistled, "Good for you." Harley blushed furiously. "I-I'm not-we're-" "You don't have to explain anything to me, doll. But have fun tonight." She winked and Harley turned away from her immediately with a wave. "Hey, thanks a lot." "Mhm."

Heart racing, she bit her lip as the elevator doors closed. When the doors opened back up at the third floor, she looked around hesitantly, clearly trying to avoid any more encounters like the one downstairs. "22." Harely whispered to herself, following the room number order. Knocking lightly, she slipped her phone into her bright pink, fluffy purse, waiting for an answer. A second later, Joba opened the door with a big goofy grin.

"Hey." He said breathlessly and she smiled back, forgetting her nerves. The butterflies in her stomach were replaced with a sudden excitement that had the hair on her arms raising. They stared at each other, Joba's eyes trailing from her white tennis skirt, back up to the shirt lined with white lace and covered in red cherries. She decided to wear white skippies to match since she figured she wouldn't be in her shoes for long.

Joba on the other hand was wearing white basketball shorts and a black t-shirt. They were both dressed simple, clearly ready to take off their clothes. Harley almost smirked at that thought, biting her lip softly. "Do you wanna come in?" Joba teased and she snapped out of her own thoughts. "Yeah, yeah," Harley snorted, "Obviously." Following him inside, she kicked off her shoes, noticing the dark wood floor.