fortydust // j. // brockhampton

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"DJ Dirty Daddy is up!" Romil yelled as Ciarán moved towards the dj set. Fortydust had just gotten there and Harley was feeling a little tired from the night before. Joba and her had spent more time talking while ignoring that it was their last moments together. They'd also had sex in his car before he'd dropped her off and Harley couldn't stop replaying the way that he made her feel. It was almost like he was confessing something last night.

And now not only was Harley tired, but in a funk that she couldn't shake. All she wanted to do was move on but when their eyes connected, all she cared about was Joba. You...feel something for him. Yeah something, lust or whatever. And he was an amazing friend that cared for her and saw her more than anyone ever had before.

"Long time no see." Joba's voice cut through her thoughts and she tensed up. "Very funny." Harley tried to smile, but it didn't feel right. "Come on, let's go get you a drink." He seemed totally unaffected but she wouldn't let this time with him go to waste.

"The Weekend" by Sza was playing as they walked towards the kitchen. They passed Dom and Millie who were having a conversation, struggling to speak over the loud bass. Trinity and Matt were dancing together while laughing and Genesis had a big drink in her hand.

In the kitchen, Harley pulled out the stool that she'd sat in on the first day they came to Brockhampton's house while Joba started mixing ingredients together. She watched Joba's hands work masterfully, mixing together vodka and a few fruit juices.

"I know you like something a little stronger," Joba said, "But I wanted you to be the first one to try this new drink I've been working on." "Oh that's cool." She laughed lightly, her legs swinging off the stool. Harley felt suddenly awkward after what they'd shared all this time. And now that it was officially over...she didn't know how to act.

"You tired?" Joba looked up at her, piercing Harley with his bright blue eyes. "Yeah," Harley tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "Yeah it was a uh, late night last night." She watched as Joba scanned the room before leaning down to her. "What were you up to?" Harley swallowed. This was the banter she liked. This was their neutral state, and the most comfortable.

"Busy with some guy. He was alright." "Alright?" Joba chuckled, "What was so alright about him?" Harley went to joke, her mind blanking on a proper comeback. What the fuck was she supposed to say? Her mouth opened slightly before she shut it.

"That's what I thought." Joba laughed, pushing Harley's drink towards her. "He's a little full of himself lately. That's what was so...meh about him." "Meh's the most insulting term that you could ever call someone." He huffed playfully. "You think so?" "Oh yeah," Joba nodded, "When you call someone meh, it's almost like you have no opinion on someone. I'd rather be disliked than having zero influence over a person."

"Now you're sounding like me." Harley laughed, taking a long sip of her drink. "Maybe you've rubbed off on me." "Is that a double entendre?" "Like one I'd put in a song?" "I don't know if that'd be a very good song." Harley raised an eyebrow and Joba chuckled. "But seriously," Joba sat down next to her, "How'd you like last night?" Harley sucked in a breath. "Joba."

"What? It was fun wasn't it?" "Fun is," Harley looked him right in the eyes, "Not the word I'd use." "What words would you use?" Joba watched as she took another long sip. Harley considered lying. Or putting this off as a joke. But Harley knew that after the party was over, she'd never be able to say anything remotely romantic to him again.

"Is magical too cheesy?" Joba paused. "No. No not at all. I feel the same way." They were both quiet for a second before Harley spoke, "Everything was magical. The entire time." "I think so too." "But," Harley traced the condensation across her glass, "We said we'd leave it in the car last night."