📖 : my muse discovers your muse reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours .
He didn’t actually mean to snoop, but as Mickey made his way down the hall, shutting the doors to empty rooms of the Hype House, something that caught his eye on the top of Andie’s bed. The shiny cover of a notebook, something that wasn’t his to look at but immediately snagged his curiosity. With everyone supposedly out of the house and the quiet settling around him as even Kevin failed to scamper about- Mick went to pick it up. Settling on the edge of the bed, amidst the crystals that charged in the windows and the posters on the wall, he thumbed the book open, stopping at a page wedged with a polaroid and a receipt tape.
In Andie’s looping scrawl, the words on the page simply read: day one.
He picked up the receipt, recognizing it as their very first take-out, a lengthy order that had been made with the intention of absolute indulgence. Mick smoothed it out before putting it back, flipping the photograph over. It showed the image of Len, with her shock of black hair sat in front of the camera with noodles spilled in her lap, himself, bent over and laughing as Ro clutched at a much smaller version of Kevin who lunged at the food. Oz lingered in the background, shadowed as he chewed what looked to be an egg roll, with his eyes closed and unready for the picture. He was fond of it, enough so that he didn’t even notice the door push further open, and Andie standing on the other side of the frame.
Her throat cleared and he looked up sheepishly. “Hey- fuck, sorry.” Mick held up the photograph, “I almost forgot about this.”