imogen: i'm just saying! your brother better not start anything with me tonight cause i'm just trying to get fucked. in whatever way you wanna take it. 🥳️
imogen: oh, cool. i think i'm gonna party hop a little, but i'll probably end up there.
tiny: yeah I heard you hit him the other day? not that I’m the type of brother to throw a hissy fit, he’s grown, but what’s happened there. And I’m tryin to fuck too, but I have to be less obvious about it.
tiny: nice nice, I’m only gonna party for a little bit, I kinda wanna head home in an hour or two.
imogen: hey, did they get u or kai to dj tonight? i swear, i'll show the dj my tits to play some good music. i'm trying to partyyy 💃
tiny: nah, some regular old DJ. I think you can keep your top on, the dude probably does a ton of proms lol. Plus, me and kai are trying to focus on partying ourselves. 🥳
Zig: You are right. I clearly wasn't on my A game.
Zig: But like the Hollingworths have a guest house so I might just sneak off to that, because cheaper.
Zig: I guess that is fair. Girls do care about that sort of thing.
Tiny: Well you've got..less than 24 hours to get your game face on.
Tiny: Lucky. I'm gonna hope Vince and Vanessa go anywhere but my house and let me have the house. Not trying to hear that shit, and vice versa.
Tiny: Yeah, girls. Esme just kinda did what she wanted and I was just like 🤯 then 😊. No objections here. But I wanted her first time to be special is all.
“i’m so excited that we’re all going to experience this together! do you really think he’d think so? ugh, tiny – zig is so perfect. how did i get so lucky?”
“It’s gonna rule, no doubt. And hey, we get do this a few more times and maybe even try for prom king and queen, so we’ve got a few more tries to do this over again. Yeah yeah, he’s a dreamy sleeveless wonder, ain’t he? If anything, he’s lucky to have a nice girl like you in his corner. Hell, me and him both are. Honestly? We appreciate you both for giving us a chance”
Who → Tiny Bell, Valerie Bell (mentions of Shay Powers and Vince Bell)
When → Friday, May 29th
Where → Trafalgar Addiction
What → Tiny tries to reconnect with his mother in rehab.
TW → Drug Addiction, Drug Mentions
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting..
If you would have asked Tiny a few months ago, possibly even a week ago, if he’d be visiting this place for her..he’d call you crazy. Yet, he felt like he had some sort of obligation after this past year. So many times he’d cursed his own mother’s name, recoiled at the memory, embarrassed to even mention her around his friends. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his mother, far from it. But there was a line between loving someone and accepting their faults. Her biggest fault, besides her taste in men? Crack cocaine. His mother was an addict, plain and simple. In and out of rehab, off and on the drug, the game of knowing which mom he was getting on a particular day? A kid could only take so much. So, when she started her latest rehab treatment almost two years ago? Tiny never even bothered to say goodbye. He hadn’t written or called her once, let alone seen her in person, Vince doing his own check ins with the woman. She was the last person on earth he wanted to talk to for a long time.
But it was always just an Uber away.
And here he was, walking through the gates of Trafalgar Addiction, admiring the topiary he was walking past outside (a dolphin shaped shrub? nice), and feeling himself get slightly nervous at the thought of seeing his mother again. But as he listened to one of the therapist that was chosen to lead him to her continue to go on and on about how impressive the facility was, he couldn’t help but let a laugh slip out. “Yo, Doc. I appreciate this for when I flame out on coke when I become a big time producer, but can I see my mama please?” Tiny asked politely, before he was pointed to the direction of a woman reading a book near the shrubbery. He would recognize that hair from a mile away, the small bits of stifled laughter as she reads to herself. He walked over, somewhat curious as to the book, but he could already guess. “You’re at the part where Malcolm leaves the perm in for too long. That’s why they called him Detroit Red,” he recalled. “I gave your aunt a perm like that when we were kids..your grandmother whooped my behind til I couldn’t sit.” His mother reminisced with a smile, beckoning her youngest son to sit down on the chair opposite her. “They told me you were coming..” She said, looking back down at her book. “Vincent tells me you keep busy..”
If he wasn’t so busy trying to keep himself calm, he might have considered that a dig at him. But, he was here to make peace, so he let it be. “Been a little busy. My girl, school, DJ stuff..I’m really getting good at it.” He explained, leaning back into the chair a little. Setting her book down on the table to the side of her, pulling on her white blouse slightly, she raised a brow. “Mmm, you and that music..could never get you boys to sit still with it on, but you always did seem to listen a little harder, guess I see now why.” He smiled at the response, glad she seemed to remember the good times for now. And from there, the conversation is easy, light. They talk about how his year’s going, how proud she is of Vince for graduating, of both of them growing into strong young men, despite their circumstances. His girlfriend is thrown in the mix, and though the two meeting is a long way off..he can’t help the smile that crosses his face when he speaks of her. His father is..a difficult subject to bring up, and he doesn’t. She mentions the limp he has though, his face saddening as he tries to come up with a lie about a broken stair, and though she’s been in here for a while, she has her ear to the streets more than her boys know. Her husband was a topic she’d deal with on her own terms, yet she gives him a warning to ‘stay way from those stairs’ and he gets the message loud and clear.
“Nice to see you happy, reading those thick books again. I missed when you were calm, before..um..” And just like that, he felt like an idiot, ruining a perfectly good conversation. He couldn’t help himself, but he couldn’t just not say anything about it. “Deon..” His mother starts to say, leaning forward as she tries to look him in his eyes, the same as her own. “Baby, I’m not gonna lie to you and say that I’m perfect. Or that I didn’t make mistakes..or hurt you by using that stuff..baby..” She reaches out, slow, for his hand, Tiny recoiling from the touch at first, but relaxing as he lets her in. She senses his hesitation, and it feels like he’s that same little boy that used to be afraid of the older kids, so just like back then, she squeezes his hand, her thumb rubbing his palm. “I don’t know how this are gonna be when I get out of here in a few months. But what I do know, is that I want to spend time with you. Get to know you, the real you. If it’s not too late..”
He blinks once, then twice, shaking his head as his eyes finally meet hers. The smile is small, but he squeezes her hand back all the same. “It’s not too late..” And as afraid as he is still of being let down by another parent, being hurt again by the people that are supposed to love you the most in life, he can sense something he hadn’t felt since he was 8. Something his father, even with all the hangouts and gifts, never had: sincerity. She was being honest with him, and maybe, just maybe, he could take this step with her.
gray: you can say that again. there are plenty of descriptions for both the people in your family and your family in general. couldn't agree more and i'm glad to hear that! then i'd say send texts if at all possible, but sock on the door if we're too focused on present matters. although knowing me, you wouldn't have to worry about getting sexiled too often. or at all really 'cause i'm going to focus, lame as that sounds.
tiny: yeah..i gotta go see one of my family members tomorrow. hope it doesn't suck. we can always have a code word, like pineapple or something, quick and easy to remember. what, a dude killer like you? not a chance. you're gonna have guys banging your door down. well, /our/ door, but still. college is for learning, but fun too, can't stuff your face in a book all the time.
Zig: You're totally right, like usual. I need to chill out and that's the best way.
Zig: I just fucking hate the social ladder, you know?
Zig: You are right. If Frankie decides she is too good for me or whatever that is her loss, right?
Tiny: if you're in need, we can spark something up before prom..like, 12 or 1 pm after we're doing getting tuxes and shoes. if we do it that early, we shouldn't be high at prom...probably.
Tiny: you're telling me..i really don't care who belongs to which group, i just wanna hang out with whoever without somebody having a dick up their ass about it.
Tiny: Totally, not that she isn't a great girl, but we're young. Just take things one day at a time.
“it kind of snuck up on me, i guess i’ve been distracted – in a good way! okay, you’re totally right, between my collection of jewelry and my mom’s i’ve got options. i just want to look decent to zig…and i’m scared i won’t.”
“well get your butt on it, i want everybody at our table to look our best. i get it though, it kinda comes out of nowhere. you could literally wear a burlap sack and a necklace made of bottle caps and zig would think you were still the hottest girl there, so don’t overthink it.”
“oh my gosh, i don’t even have a dress for prom yet…or any jewelry to wear and how should i do my hair? who knew a dance would be so totally stressful!”
