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fieldofclover
tis the damn season
Pastry
spiritually disconnected
for your reading enjoyment, and this one too,
6 AM. Her phone buzzed off the hook. Strewn across her bed were the remnants of paychecks, solo cups, and random things that she never remembered putting there the night before. She’d stirred and checked her phone:
WHERE ARE YOU?
VI
VI
VI
VI
WE HAVE TO GO
YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE
DID YOU DRINK AGAIN?
Missed call
Missed call
Missed call
About a million more texts after that. Her eyes widened, but still got out of bed without a rush. She texted back:
No
She looked around. She very much did drink last night. Her room in the townhome purchased by her Uncle for the two of them was a mess. At least, her room was. Clothes were strewn everywhere, unknown spills. She’ll clean up later, after work. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” She said in a long, drawn-out statement. She had to work on move-in day. Rubbing her eyes, and getting her shit together, she walked into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she saw herself- “Gotta fix that up”. So, she grabbed a quick shower, threw on her working clothes, and grabbed her makeup bag. She checked her phone again before rushing out the door.
Missed Call
Missed Call
I’m leaving without you.
Theo was sitting in his car in the driveway. His bright red truck was filled to the brim in the back with all of his stuff. She smiled and waved at him, and he glared back. It was 6:25. She had to be at work to open at 6:45. Leaping into his car, her hair still wet, she says “Hey, Theo.” He doesn’t respond. “So what, you’re going to give me the silent treatment now?” He turns and responds to her before putting the car into reverse. “I have stuff to do, Vivian.” She hated when he called her that. It usually meant he was upset. “You don’t have to be moving in until 8.” She’d flipped down the mirror as he reversed out of their driveway. “Yeah, but I don’t want to see you late.” She’d started taking out her makeup and putting on a face quickly, It only took her long enough for them to get down to the end of the road. She was quick at doing makeup. “Vi, I’m worried about you. You keep pushing it. You might be late for work.” He says while taking a sip out of his GIANT water bottle. “I’m okay, Theo,” she responds. While he drove down the road, they were listening to some sort of rap music. The light wasn’t even breaking through in that early morning. The dew was still there. Sprinklers were still on. Houses on each side of the road didn’t even have their lights on. She’d quickly taken out a cigarette and lit it. “Roll the window down,” Theo said. She did.
“Can I DJ?” She asked, and he gave her his phone. Hooked up to the Bluetooth, she searched for a song by Orville Peck. “Dead of Night.” The sound filled up the car. Theo smiled. This was the song they played when they drove down to Texas after hearing about Theo’s scholarship. It was a peaceful 23-minute drive. Vi took a long drag from her cigarette. “How are you feeling about football?” She asked. “Pretty good, I’ve been doing pretty well at practice at least.” He smiled, and she smiled back. It was almost like their argument a few minutes ago wasn’t even there. It was just like old times. “How’s Sage?” She asked. “Oh, she’s, doing her thing.” This was a bit of a colder response. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know, Vi.”
They kept driving, and “Sextape” played. they were driving past the main street, just about to pull up to the Brew. “Dad’s been wanting you to get a car so that I won’t be late for practice anymore.” She nodded but knew she wasn’t going to do that anytime soon. She loved riding with Theo. Uber’s aren’t available in this small town. There are only a few drivers available and takes forever to get one. “I’ll think about it.” She said as she pulled out her flask. “Vi, not this morning, you have work.” She laughed at him and took a swig. “Just need a little- pick me up.” He’d pulled over to the outside of the brew, and she hopped out. “See you at 4,” She said. He smiled back. “See you at 4,” and he pulled away. Turning around, she opened up shop, turning the lights on, and the machines, and cleaning up. She had put her wire headphones in at this point and was just jamming out. Only one person needed to be at the shop, and that was her, almost every day. 7 AM, the “Open” sign flickered on. Regulars poured in, and she already had their drinks ready. They spoke in small talk, mostly about the Bulls football season this year, and she responded. “Have a good one, Vi.” They usually said. She only wondered about one thing, what was going on while she was at the coffee shop. She texted Sage.
Hey, everything alright with you and Theo?
It was going to be a good year, and as she sipped her coffee in the early morning, she was just getting started
VIVIAN COLT
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location: The Brew ; company: Theo, "The Regulars"
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geminiy
location: The Brew ; company: Theo, "The Regulars"6 AM. Her phone buzzed off the hook. Strewn across her bed were the remnants of paychecks, solo cups, and random things that she never remembered putting there the night before. She’d stirred and checked her phone:
WHERE ARE YOU?
VI
VI
VI
VI
WE HAVE TO GO
YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE
DID YOU DRINK AGAIN?
Missed call
Missed call
Missed call
About a million more texts after that. Her eyes widened, but still got out of bed without a rush. She texted back:
No
She looked around. She very much did drink last night. Her room in the townhome purchased by her Uncle for the two of them was a mess. At least, her room was. Clothes were strewn everywhere, unknown spills. She’ll clean up later, after work. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” She said in a long, drawn-out statement. She had to work on move-in day. Rubbing her eyes, and getting her shit together, she walked into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she saw herself- “Gotta fix that up”. So, she grabbed a quick shower, threw on her working clothes, and grabbed her makeup bag. She checked her phone again before rushing out the door.
Missed Call
Missed Call
I’m leaving without you.
Theo was sitting in his car in the driveway. His bright red truck was filled to the brim in the back with all of his stuff. She smiled and waved at him, and he glared back. It was 6:25. She had to be at work to open at 6:45. Leaping into his car, her hair still wet, she says “Hey, Theo.” He doesn’t respond. “So what, you’re going to give me the silent treatment now?” He turns and responds to her before putting the car into reverse. “I have stuff to do, Vivian.” She hated when he called her that. It usually meant he was upset. “You don’t have to be moving in until 8.” She’d flipped down the mirror as he reversed out of their driveway. “Yeah, but I don’t want to see you late.” She’d started taking out her makeup and putting on a face quickly, It only took her long enough for them to get down to the end of the road. She was quick at doing makeup. “Vi, I’m worried about you. You keep pushing it. You might be late for work.” He says while taking a sip out of his GIANT water bottle. “I’m okay, Theo,” she responds. While he drove down the road, they were listening to some sort of rap music. The light wasn’t even breaking through in that early morning. The dew was still there. Sprinklers were still on. Houses on each side of the road didn’t even have their lights on. She’d quickly taken out a cigarette and lit it. “Roll the window down,” Theo said. She did.
“Can I DJ?” She asked, and he gave her his phone. Hooked up to the Bluetooth, she searched for a song by Orville Peck. “Dead of Night.” The sound filled up the car. Theo smiled. This was the song they played when they drove down to Texas after hearing about Theo’s scholarship. It was a peaceful 23-minute drive. Vi took a long drag from her cigarette. “How are you feeling about football?” She asked. “Pretty good, I’ve been doing pretty well at practice at least.” He smiled, and she smiled back. It was almost like their argument a few minutes ago wasn’t even there. It was just like old times. “How’s Sage?” She asked. “Oh, she’s, doing her thing.” This was a bit of a colder response. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know, Vi.”
They kept driving, and “Sextape” played. they were driving past the main street, just about to pull up to the Brew. “Dad’s been wanting you to get a car so that I won’t be late for practice anymore.” She nodded but knew she wasn’t going to do that anytime soon. She loved riding with Theo. Uber’s aren’t available in this small town. There are only a few drivers available and takes forever to get one. “I’ll think about it.” She said as she pulled out her flask. “Vi, not this morning, you have work.” She laughed at him and took a swig. “Just need a little- pick me up.” He’d pulled over to the outside of the brew, and she hopped out. “See you at 4,” She said. He smiled back. “See you at 4,” and he pulled away. Turning around, she opened up shop, turning the lights on, and the machines, and cleaning up. She had put her wire headphones in at this point and was just jamming out. Only one person needed to be at the shop, and that was her, almost every day. 7 AM, the “Open” sign flickered on. Regulars poured in, and she already had their drinks ready. They spoke in small talk, mostly about the Bulls football season this year, and she responded. “Have a good one, Vi.” They usually said. She only wondered about one thing, what was going on while she was at the coffee shop. She texted Sage.
Hey, everything alright with you and Theo?
It was going to be a good year, and as she sipped her coffee in the early morning, she was just getting started
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fieldofclover
tis the damn season
Lizy
Lobsters will play no significant role in my life
vixe
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you got this
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tis the damn season
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Billie Benson
Billie was excited for this new school year. She’d been in school for a while, but she’d been taking her classes slow as to not get overwhelmed with the school load. But, she enjoyed her major. She loved working with the plants and learning more about them. She wanted to be the best botanist to exist. And with her grades she was working her way toward that. Her professors loved her, loved how her mind worked, and how easily she picked up her studies despite her… lack of smarts everywhere else. People always thought she was just some blonde bimbo. They never believed her when she told them she was in botany and plant studies. But at least her professors did and that was all she cared about.
Hopping out of her dads truck, the girl adjusted her Outfit from the long drive. That was one thing she did love, was dressing up and showing off no matter the occasion, “well honey, another few months without you. Are you excited?” Her dad asked and Billie nodded enthusiastically while her brothers unloaded the back of the truck to place on a luggage trolley. The group helped Billie take her things up to the dorm and with a few small hugs and her mom sniffling, the family left and Billie stepped into the room alone, “oh hi! You must be Blaire, my parents told me so much about you!” She said excitedly and instantly bounced over to her new roomie to give her a hug, “I got a lot of stuff. So I’m sorry if that bothers you, just let me know and I can keep some of it packed. But I always found that decorating the room gives me more motivation to do my school work. Makes it less prisoney and more homey in here.” She said with a smile and instantly began to unpack her boxes.
”Do you think there will be any parties tonight?” She asked Blaire as she unfolded her mattress cushion and began making the bed. The bedding was kind of awful, but once you get to know Billie, the blue with white ruffles definitely makes sense, “usually the frat boys throw a party every year to kickoff the year. I wonder if they’re throwing one.” She finished babbling and finally sat on her bed to scroll through her contact list to figure out who hasn’t graduated yet and who has to figure out this party situation.
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vixe
Billie was excited for this new school year. She’d been in school for a while, but she’d been taking her classes slow as to not get overwhelmed with the school load. But, she enjoyed her major. She loved working with the plants and learning more about them. She wanted to be the best botanist to exist. And with her grades she was working her way toward that. Her professors loved her, loved how her mind worked, and how easily she picked up her studies despite her… lack of smarts everywhere else. People always thought she was just some blonde bimbo. They never believed her when she told them she was in botany and plant studies. But at least her professors did and that was all she cared about.
Hopping out of her dads truck, the girl adjusted her Outfit from the long drive. That was one thing she did love, was dressing up and showing off no matter the occasion, “well honey, another few months without you. Are you excited?” Her dad asked and Billie nodded enthusiastically while her brothers unloaded the back of the truck to place on a luggage trolley. The group helped Billie take her things up to the dorm and with a few small hugs and her mom sniffling, the family left and Billie stepped into the room alone, “oh hi! You must be Blaire, my parents told me so much about you!” She said excitedly and instantly bounced over to her new roomie to give her a hug, “I got a lot of stuff. So I’m sorry if that bothers you, just let me know and I can keep some of it packed. But I always found that decorating the room gives me more motivation to do my school work. Makes it less prisoney and more homey in here.” She said with a smile and instantly began to unpack her boxes.
”Do you think there will be any parties tonight?” She asked Blaire as she unfolded her mattress cushion and began making the bed. The bedding was kind of awful, but once you get to know Billie, the blue with white ruffles definitely makes sense, “usually the frat boys throw a party every year to kickoff the year. I wonder if they’re throwing one.” She finished babbling and finally sat on her bed to scroll through her contact list to figure out who hasn’t graduated yet and who has to figure out this party situation.
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vixe
r e i
-- the lost king --
vixe
you got this
Lizy
Lobsters will play no significant role in my life
fieldofclover
tis the damn season
Pastry
spiritually disconnected
for your reading enjoyment, and this one too,
“God Damnit Vi!”
Theo exclaimed as he texted rapidly on his phone. Quickly approaching and passing was the time they spoke about getting up and going. His move-in time was coming up- fast. He needed Vi at work as soon as he could get her there so that he has ample time to relax before practice. He called her. Texted her. Spammed her. He gave up.
I’m leaving without you.
He actually might. No, he wouldn’t. He would never leave Vi stranded. He always considered her his closest friend- almost like a sister. He would do anything to protect her and make her safe. If she had gone off alone, she probably wouldn’t even make it to work. So instead he waited and waited, and waited. Until finally, the wet-haired small girl leaped into his truck.
“Hey, Theo.” She said, he looked away. He never liked being late, but for some reason, Vi was always. The pair were opposites. He began to think about what she was doing while he was waiting in the car. Praying, that she wasn’t drinking in the morning like she used to.
“So what, you’re going to give me the silent treatment now?”
He snapped out of the inner workings of his mind. “I have stuff to do, Vivian.” He never really calls her by her full name. Even the guys on the team shorten it to just “Vee.” Both she and Theo have such long names, too many syllables.
“You don’t have to be moving in until 8.” She said as they pulled out of the driveway. “Yeah, but I don’t want to see you late. Vi, I’m worried about you, you keep pushing it. You might be late for work.” He grabbed his water bottle and took a swig. Reminding himself to keep hydrating. The Texas heat doesn’t work well with his Utah native self. The humidity gets to him. Vi, on cue as they turn from the street he used to live in, pulled out a cigarette. She always did whenever they were driving. “Roll the window down.” She asked to DJ. He nodded, and he knew what song she was going to play. It had been a while since they had driven together in the early morning. The last time was when they drove to Texas to move into the townhome his father bought them. That time, they were as close as two peas in a pod. Vi was a manager on his football team in high school. Well, more like an alcohol supplier and was forced to be there because of him and his father. They’d spent the whole fall season together. She would be with him during practice, at home, and riding with him to games and back. They grew close, but Vi’s addiction drove them apart. Her unwillingness to focus on college, and make a future for herself became apparent in the spring. They fought, they rarely spoke to each other, and now, he feels confident that they can grow back together. It was that easy.
So he smiled. They chatted about football, and school until the dreaded conversation that he wished wouldn’t come up did.
“How’s Sage?” That very well broke the ice. He’d remembered their last conversation, weeks ago. “She’s doing her thing.” He said, coldly. That was all he could think of. That’s what their relationship was at the moment. Cold. Very cold. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked.
“I don’t know, Vi.”
And he didn’t know. So he changed the topic.
“Dad’s been wanting you to get a car so that I won’t be late for practice anymore.” And that’s what he told him on the phone that morning, but he didn’t agree with that statement. He liked driving Vi around. “I’ll think about it.” And he was glad that she’d said that. But his peripherals caught her noteworthy sliver flask being drawn to her lips. Instantly, he knew that she was back to drinking in the morning. His thoughts were confirmed. His anxiety stirred. “Vi, not this morning, you have work.”
“Just a little- pick me up.”
She was back at it. He knew that as soon as the season started if she wasn’t distracted with managing and being at practice that she would go back to drinking. He wiped the concerned look from his face as she got out of the car and turned to him. “See you at 4?” she asked, and he answered. “See you at 4.”
As he headed to the dorm, his mind was swirling with worry about Vi. And, about Sage. He wondered what she was doing, so he shot the classic straight-guy text to her at 7 am.
“U up?”
The boxes rattled in his truck as he went over a bump into the apartment complex he and Levi chose to live in. They’d picked the place out because it was close to a gas station (beer), close to the field (football), and close to Greek row. Parties. It was the ultimate two-bedroom-nicer-than-shithole bachelor pad for Levi and Theo’s activities. It was mostly furnished when they got it, but because of Theo’s Dad’s money, the delivery guys with the rest of their furniture, beds, and a super rad ping pong/beer pong table would come in a few hours. So, he carried a couple of boxes in through the door and shouted-
“Anyone home?!” As he dropped them with a loud SLAM on the ground.
THELONIUS COLT
tags:
geminiy
location: Vi's House, T+L Apt. ; company: Vi
tags:
geminiy
location: Vi's House, T+L Apt. ; company: Vi “God Damnit Vi!”
Theo exclaimed as he texted rapidly on his phone. Quickly approaching and passing was the time they spoke about getting up and going. His move-in time was coming up- fast. He needed Vi at work as soon as he could get her there so that he has ample time to relax before practice. He called her. Texted her. Spammed her. He gave up.
I’m leaving without you.
He actually might. No, he wouldn’t. He would never leave Vi stranded. He always considered her his closest friend- almost like a sister. He would do anything to protect her and make her safe. If she had gone off alone, she probably wouldn’t even make it to work. So instead he waited and waited, and waited. Until finally, the wet-haired small girl leaped into his truck.
“Hey, Theo.” She said, he looked away. He never liked being late, but for some reason, Vi was always. The pair were opposites. He began to think about what she was doing while he was waiting in the car. Praying, that she wasn’t drinking in the morning like she used to.
“So what, you’re going to give me the silent treatment now?”
He snapped out of the inner workings of his mind. “I have stuff to do, Vivian.” He never really calls her by her full name. Even the guys on the team shorten it to just “Vee.” Both she and Theo have such long names, too many syllables.
“You don’t have to be moving in until 8.” She said as they pulled out of the driveway. “Yeah, but I don’t want to see you late. Vi, I’m worried about you, you keep pushing it. You might be late for work.” He grabbed his water bottle and took a swig. Reminding himself to keep hydrating. The Texas heat doesn’t work well with his Utah native self. The humidity gets to him. Vi, on cue as they turn from the street he used to live in, pulled out a cigarette. She always did whenever they were driving. “Roll the window down.” She asked to DJ. He nodded, and he knew what song she was going to play. It had been a while since they had driven together in the early morning. The last time was when they drove to Texas to move into the townhome his father bought them. That time, they were as close as two peas in a pod. Vi was a manager on his football team in high school. Well, more like an alcohol supplier and was forced to be there because of him and his father. They’d spent the whole fall season together. She would be with him during practice, at home, and riding with him to games and back. They grew close, but Vi’s addiction drove them apart. Her unwillingness to focus on college, and make a future for herself became apparent in the spring. They fought, they rarely spoke to each other, and now, he feels confident that they can grow back together. It was that easy.
So he smiled. They chatted about football, and school until the dreaded conversation that he wished wouldn’t come up did.
“How’s Sage?” That very well broke the ice. He’d remembered their last conversation, weeks ago. “She’s doing her thing.” He said, coldly. That was all he could think of. That’s what their relationship was at the moment. Cold. Very cold. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked.
“I don’t know, Vi.”
And he didn’t know. So he changed the topic.
“Dad’s been wanting you to get a car so that I won’t be late for practice anymore.” And that’s what he told him on the phone that morning, but he didn’t agree with that statement. He liked driving Vi around. “I’ll think about it.” And he was glad that she’d said that. But his peripherals caught her noteworthy sliver flask being drawn to her lips. Instantly, he knew that she was back to drinking in the morning. His thoughts were confirmed. His anxiety stirred. “Vi, not this morning, you have work.”
“Just a little- pick me up.”
She was back at it. He knew that as soon as the season started if she wasn’t distracted with managing and being at practice that she would go back to drinking. He wiped the concerned look from his face as she got out of the car and turned to him. “See you at 4?” she asked, and he answered. “See you at 4.”
As he headed to the dorm, his mind was swirling with worry about Vi. And, about Sage. He wondered what she was doing, so he shot the classic straight-guy text to her at 7 am.
“U up?”
The boxes rattled in his truck as he went over a bump into the apartment complex he and Levi chose to live in. They’d picked the place out because it was close to a gas station (beer), close to the field (football), and close to Greek row. Parties. It was the ultimate two-bedroom-nicer-than-shithole bachelor pad for Levi and Theo’s activities. It was mostly furnished when they got it, but because of Theo’s Dad’s money, the delivery guys with the rest of their furniture, beds, and a super rad ping pong/beer pong table would come in a few hours. So, he carried a couple of boxes in through the door and shouted-
“Anyone home?!” As he dropped them with a loud SLAM on the ground.
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vixe
you got this
vixe
you got this
r e i
-- the lost king --
Lizy
Lobsters will play no significant role in my life
