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In an alternate universe where the Yellowjackets are a niche indie-rock band and the Antler Queens are the worlds biggest modern pop-girl group.
Or
"You're insufferable, y'know that?" Natalie mutters, arms crossed as she leans against the rusted balcony rail, smoke curling from the cigarette between her fingers. Her voice drips with irritation, but there's something almost fond beneath it.
Sunny scoffs, rolling her eyes as she tucks a loose strand of blond curls behind her ear. "And you think you're any better?"
Natalie doesn't answer right away, just exhales slowly, the smoke blending into the thick fall air as she looks out over the city. "You're the one who invited me on tour with your band remember?" she says, dryly. "So really, whose fault is it?"
The balcony overlooks the glowing sprawl of Los Angeles, lights flickering like fireflies against the velvet dark. It's the kind of view people write songs about. But Natalie barely notices it, too distracted by the sharp-tongued girl beside her who somehow gets under her skin more than anyone else ever has.
She swears she wants to throw Sunny off the balcony.
Not that she actually would.
Probably.
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