fortydust // j. // brockhampton

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"We can go in the basement." Nick welcomed her with a smile before Harley followed him downstairs. "I'm excited to come up with ideas." "So am I," Nick grinned, "I've been writing." down ideas." "I have some too. Sometimes I work better off the book though." Harley tapped her temple and Nick nodded. "Understandable. It's different for different people." "Exactly." She nodded before sitting down on the couch. Harley couldn't help but wonder where Joba was before snapping out of her trance. Not important right now.

"I uh, have my notebook here." Nick pulled it out and she did the same. "Oh cool, I have mine too," Harley shrugged, "Like I said, only a few things though." "As long as we come up with things today so I can have everything ready as soon as possible." "Deal." She nodded before they began to work.

"Can you just list off everyone who's gonna be in the song?" Nick asked suddenly and Harley nodded. "Me, Joba, Kevin, Genesis, Merlyn, and Matt." "Okay perfect. I already have some ideas." "Lay them on me." Harley placed her notebook down, tucking her arms behind her head to listen.

"For Kevin, I was thinking he'd have some type of cut off shirt, kinda ripped and then he can wear fishnet sleeves underneath." "Nick you're a fucking genius." "Thanks," He laughed, "I was wondering if any of you guys like the idea of leather pants?" "I feel like Genesis would rock those. A full leather outfit, actually." "Good idea." Harley smiled, feeling excited.

"Okay I'm thinking something a little crazy," Nick raised an eyebrow at her as she continued, "What would you think of a skirt for any of the boys?" Nick paused for a second and then smiled. "I'm sure Merlyn would be down for that. He's worn a dress before in a music video." "Okay perfect," And then she paused with a smirk on her face, "I feel like Joba would look good in a skirt." "Oh I don't know if he'd be down for that." "Oh I don't know Nick, maybe I can convince him." "What's that supposed to mean?" His eyebrows furrowed with a small laugh. "I'm just a really good bargainer." Harley shrugged and he gave her a 'yeah okay' face.

"Anyway, do you have anything good for yourself yet?" "I've been liking mesh tops a lot recently." "Like with the pins?" "Yeah exactly. I was thinking about that." "That'll be really sick," He nodded, jotting it down in his notes, "Anything for bottoms?" "No, nothing. I'm going for the naked look." "I'm sure a lot of people would appreciate that." "I'm sure," She rolled her eyes, "But seriously I was thinking red shorts and then fishnet stockings."

"With those cool boots you always wear." "Hell yeah," She picked up her foot and wiggled it at him, "Already had them in mind." "I'm so excited to see the fashion for this video." He smirked, rubbing his hands together and she agreed. "Wait, for Matt...Well, what do you think he'd wear?" Nick paused, considering this for a second. "He likes mesh tops and ripped jeans." "Definitely seems like him," She nodded, "Do we have anyone else?" "Nope that's it." Nick snapped his notebook shut and she blinked.

"That was quick." "I feel like we already had a general idea," Nick shrugged, "Is it okay if I start looking for pieces or do you wanna be around for that?" "Nope, as long as you get the right shit. We should be good." "I'll text you when I find everything." "Good," Harley winked, getting up, "Stay in contact."

They both walked upstairs and into the kitchen as she reached down for her phone. Harley needed to send Joba a text to let him know she was there or else she was leaving. "Do you uh, want a water or something?" Nick asked and she nodded. "Yeah sure." Harley inched closer to the counter and he gestured for her to have a seat. Obviously he knew that she wasn't ready to leave yet.

"Nick, do you know where my phone charger is?" Ciarán's voice echoed through the kitchen and Harley looked over at him, "Oh, hey." He mumbled with a small wave. "Hey," She smirked, "Sorry I have no clue where your charger is." "Er, yeah. That's too bad." He looked over at Nick with a desperate expression.