getting used to the noise
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Nicole doesn't even warn her or anything.
She just texts come over and then opens the door like it's no big deal when Jecka shows up.
"Hi," Jecka says, kind of smiling.
Nicole just looks at her for a second, then moves out the way. "You coming in or what?"
Jecka snorts and walks past her. "You're actually so rude."
The house feels off. Not dramatically. Just messy, kinda quiet but not in a nice way.
Like the quiet's waiting for something.
Nicole's already halfway up the stairs, not even checking if Jecka's behind her. She always does that. Just assumes.
They're in Nicole's room for like ten minutes before it starts.
Jecka's sitting on the bed, talking about something stupid- Emily, probably- and Nicole's lying back staring at the ceiling half listening.
Then there’s shouting downstairs.
A man’s voice first. Then Nicole’s mum.
Jecka stops mid-sentence. “Wait—”
Nicole doesn’t even move.
Like, actually nothing. She just keeps staring up like it’s background noise.
The shouting gets louder. Something bangs. A door maybe.
Jecka flinches a bit. “What the hell—”
“They’ll stop,” Nicole says, like she’s talking about rain or something.
Jecka looks at her properly now. “Do they always—”
Another loud bang. Jecka’s shoulders tense without her meaning to.
Nicole finally turns her head, looks at her. Notices.
“…Hey,” she says, quieter. “It’s fine.”
Jecka laughs, but it’s a bit shaky. “Yeah, no, I just— I hate that.”
“Mm.” Nicole pushes herself up a bit, leans back against the wall. “Give it like five minutes. Someone’ll leave or they’ll get bored.”
Jecka presses her lips together, nods, but she’s still listening to every sound.
Nicole watches her for a second, then nudges her knee with her foot. “You’re okay.”
Jecka glances at her. “I know. It’s just—”
Another shout cuts her off.
Nicole reaches over, kinda absentminded, and hooks her fingers into Jecka’s sleeve, tugging her a little closer.
“Seriously,” she says. “They do this all the time. It doesn’t… turn into anything.”
Jecka looks at her again. “You’re just used to it.”
There’s no emotion in it. Just a fact.
That somehow makes it worse.
Jecka shifts closer anyway, pressing into her side a bit. Nicole doesn’t react much, just lets her.
After a couple more minutes, the shouting dulls. A door slams. Silence.
Nicole tilts her head slightly. “There. Told you.”
Jecka lets out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. “That’s so insane.”
Nicole shrugs. “It’s whatever.”
Later, Nicole pulls out a little bag from her drawer.
Jecka raises her eyebrows. “Oh, we’re doing this?”
Nicole glances at her. “You don’t have to.”
“No, I want to,” Jecka says quickly, then laughs. “Just— don’t let me die or something.”
“You’ll be fine,” Nicole mutters, already rolling.
They sit by the window, legs tangled a bit without really thinking about it. Nicole lights it, takes a drag, then passes it over.
Jecka coughs on the first one. Obviously.
“Oh my god—” she wheezes, laughing, “why does it feel like that—”
Nicole smiles a little. “You’re inhaling wrong.”
“Shut up,” Jecka says, still coughing. “I literally did it how you did it.”
Jecka bumps her shoulder. “You’re so annoying.”
But she takes another one anyway.
It hits her way faster than Nicole.
Jecka’s talking more, words kind of blending together, laughing at things that aren’t even that funny.
Nicole’s just watching her, a bit amused, a bit softer than usual.
“I’m not,” Jecka insists, then immediately starts laughing again. “Okay wait— no, I might be a little bit—”
Jecka looks at her properly then, like she’s just remembered she’s there.
“You’re like… really pretty,” she says, very seriously.
Nicole blinks. “You’re so high.”
“I’m being serious,” Jecka says, leaning closer. “Like, it’s actually annoying.”
Nicole rolls her eyes a bit but she’s smiling now. “Yeah, okay.”
“No, I mean it,” Jecka says, quieter, still looking at her.
She leans in a bit too fast.
The kiss is messy straight away—like she misses slightly and has to adjust, half laughing into it.
Nicole actually laughs, pulls back for a second. “Jesus—”
“Shut up,” Jecka mumbles, grabbing her hoodie and pulling her back in.
Nicole lets herself get pulled this time.
It’s still messy, but softer now. Slower. Jecka’s a bit uncoordinated, but she’s trying, and it’s kind of cute.
Nicole’s hand comes up to steady her, thumb brushing her cheek without thinking.
She melts into it more than she means to.
Jecka hums against her, smiling into the kiss like an idiot.
When they finally pull apart, Jecka just rests her forehead against Nicole’s.
“…Okay,” she says. “That was good.”
Nicole huffs out a laugh. “You’re such a mess.”
“Yeah,” Jecka says, not even offended. “But like… in a hot way.”
Nicole just shakes her head, but she’s still smiling.
Later, they’re getting ready for bed.
Jecka’s in the bathroom for a bit, then comes back into Nicole’s room brushing her teeth, talking around the toothbrush.
Nicole’s already sitting on the bed, just watching her.
“You’re staring,” Jecka says, pointing at her with the toothbrush.
Nicole shrugs. Doesn’t look away.
Jecka rolls her eyes, spits, then keeps talking. “It’s weird.”
“Yeah, but I’m allowed to be.”
Nicole watches her rinse her mouth, wipe her face, do all these little things like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Jecka catches her looking again. “Stop,” she says, but she’s smiling.
Jecka just shakes her head and climbs into bed.
She curls up basically straight away, pressing into Nicole like it’s automatic.
Nicole shifts a bit so she’s comfortable, one arm loosely around her.
Jecka sighs, already half asleep. “Your house is scary.”
Nicole huffs quietly. “You’re dramatic.”
“Mm,” Jecka mumbles. “Still staying though.”
Then, softer, almost gone, “Don’t like my house either.”
Nicole doesn’t say anything for a second.
Then, quieter than usual, “You can stay whenever.”
Jecka doesn’t respond. She’s already asleep.
Nicole looks down at her for a bit, brushing her thumb lightly over her arm without thinking.
Nicole stares at the ceiling again, like earlier.
But this time she doesn’t feel as… flat.
She stays awake longer than she needs to.
And making sure Jecka doesn’t wake up.
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a/n: first jeckole fanficccc
