fortydust // j. // brockhampton

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"I didn't expect you to be back here so quickly." The woman at the front desk said, practically leaning over in her seat to get a good look at Harley. "What does he come in here with girls a lot?"

"The opposite actually," The woman laughed, "Which is why I'm so excited." "I don't get your enthusiasm but thank you, I guess." Harley laughed awkwardly, watching the woman's chubby cheeks extend into a smile.

"I'm assuming since he's a big, fat celebrity you are too," She tilted her head to get another good look, "You look pretty familiar, actually." "Really?" Harley raised an eyebrow and the woman squinted, leaning in closer.

"Come here," She gestured, her short curls falling over her silver wired, rectangular glasses, "I wanna get a good look at you." "Um." Harley looked at her eager face, hands still gesturing her over, before walking towards the desk.

"Can you pull your hair out of the ponytail holder?" "I uh, yeah sure." Harley took it out, not wanting to admit she was in a band. How would she even explain that to this woman? She self consciously fixed her hair, parting it on each shoulder before the woman's eyes lit up. "Oh were you that girl announcing with Joba's friend?" Damn it.

"Yeah. That was me." "This makes so much sense then. What was all that about with you and uh...Kevin, I think it's Kevin at least." "It's Kevin. And no, nothing was going on at all. I promise you, everything's good." The woman leaned back in her chair, still studying Harley with a large grin. "Yeah I can tell."

"Okay then," Harley waved quickly, "I'll uh, see you some other time." "Definitely again. And since we'll probably be seeing each other so often now, my name's Darcey." "Nice to meet you, Darcey. I'm Harely." "Likewise."

And then Harley made her way towards Joba's room.

When he answered, Joba closed the door behind him. "What am I not invited in?" Harley teased but he shook his head seriously. "Nope. We're going to pick up some coloring books for tonight." "I thought you were kidding." Harley paused in her tracks and he shook his head again.

"No way. I told you I wanted to color on Saturday." "Joba, I seriously don't expect you to do this." "Harley, it's gonna be fun. I promise." He smiled at her brightly and Harley couldn't suppress the smile that lit up her face. "Fine, but is that the only thing we're doing tonight?" "Obviously not," He began to walk towards the elevator, "You ended that call early last night." Harley smirked at the memory. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Sorry I had to go." "Oh yeah?" "It was an emergency!" She huffed dramatically, making him smile.

They both entered the elevator, watching as the doors closed. "It was so urgent that you needed to hang up on this face?" He pouted, pointing to himself and Harley rolled her eyes with a soft smile. "I didn't want to but it really was urgent." She stuck out her tongue at him, feeling playful. Something else she never showed to other people.

"So you decided to tease me and then hang up?" He raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer to her. "I'm sorry," She pouted, shifting even closer, "What do I need to do for you to accept my forgiveness?"

Joba leaned in, tucking her blue hair behind her ear as he brushed his lips against hers quickly. Harley sucked in a breath as he then ran his lips against her jaw softly. "Nothing for now," He suddenly pulled away, "It's my turn to tease you." "Oh come on." She whined, making him laugh.

When they stepped out, Darcey stared at them with a shit-eating grin. "Going somewhere nice tonight?" She stared up at Joba with an amorous gaze, fluttering her eyelashes. Harley felt herself smile as Joba sweetly waved. "Hi Darcey," then he looked back at Harley, "Yeah I guess you could say that." "I'll see you two later." Darcey wiggled her eyebrows at both of them before they left.