fortydust // j. // brockhampton

𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢

"Harley Dixon you did not just forget about your favorite group in all of history." "I'd never forget Fortydust, Kevin. That doesn't even make sense." "Very funny."

Harley turned on her heels, locking eyes with Brockhampton in its entirety. Well, except for a certain someone. He'd chosen not to answer her call. And she'd waited one entire week waiting and waiting...and now they were here? And Harley hadn't expected this. Not today.

"Here's your table number." Trinity smiled and Harley's eyebrows furrowed. How could she not have seen the paper with their table number?

"We'll see you guys later, then?" Matt asked and Harley nodded. "Oh yeah, totally." She could feel Joba's eyes on her but she wouldn't look his way.

As the group passed, Harley averted her eyes even as she felt Joba's hand slowly brush her own. "Were they on the invite list?" Harley murmured lowly to Trinity and she smiled back, nodding eagerly. "Oh yeah, you didn't see them?" "Nope," Harley smiled brightly like Trinity had just said something really sweet, "Nope not at all."

"Well this is exciting. They're here!" "It's fun that they're here...minus one person." "Oh come on," Trinity squeezed her hand in reassuring her, "Don't let him ruin it. This is our night." "Right. Loverboy just came out. Our night." Harley repeated and Trinity nodded. "Exactly."

They made their way over to their table and Harley made sure to ignore Brockhampton's, which was oddly close to theirs, as she sat down.

"Hey, Harley." Romil said, goofily waving his hand and she raised an eyebrow. "Hello Romil." "It's feeling a little chilly in here." Kevin pretended to shiver and everyone laughed. "Shut up."

"Hi Harley." Joba's voice broke through the laughter and her eyes widened before looking over at him. "You're awfully bold tonight saying hello, huh?" She pursed her bright red lips and his eyes followed the movement. In the corner of her eye, Harley could see Trinity smirking.

"Why would that be bold?" Joba raised an eyebrow, challenging her and she almost smiled before remembering their last conversation. And how he'd never answered her humiliating voicemail. She'd never stooped to that level for any significant other, but most importantly, she was embarrassed that she'd opened up to him. If he cared, he would've answered.

"You know what you did." She glared at him and his eyebrows furrowed, looking genuinely confused. "But-" "I have important things to do right now because as you can see, we're at a party for my band's album so if you'll excuse me." She spun on her heel before taking off towards the bar. Yes, the bar was a very important matter to attend to.

Harley let out a breath as she slid onto one of the fancily styled stools that ran along the bar. "What can I help you with?" A cheery bartender asked with a glimmering smile and then it grew impossibly bigger, "Oh wait, you're a part of Fortydust."

"Yeah," Harley smirked, "That's me." "Well what can I help you with?" "A whiskey should be fine," She heard Joba's voice from behind her, "Is that okay?" Harley closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of him before blinking.

"Yeah, whiskey's good," And then she grimaced, "But only because I always get that." "Will do." The bartender looked between them with eager eyes before walking away. Harley watched as Joba slid onto the stool next to her, listening to the legs scrape across the marble floor. Harley finally turned towards him and when they made eye contact for the first time in weeks, her heart beat rapidly in her chest. No, her mind wasn't making things up...he was just as beautiful as before.

The whole room was mostly white and gold, well lit with large chandeliers and big lights that made Joba look like an angel. He had on a beige blazer and a blue button up with matching beige slacks. His white shoes matched his white sailor hat and he smiled genuinely at her.