Who: @jake-hudson
Where: Sloane's parents back garden
It must be at least midnight, Sloane had been sitting in her bed eating an apple while she scrolled through the mindless cesspool that was instagram (god she loved that app, it was bad) for about an hour. The one plus point about not being on stage anymore was that she got to get into bed before three in the morning these days, not that she’d really count that as a positive. She’d rather be dancing on stage ruining her feet further before falling asleep face down on the pillow in the early hours of the morning if she was given the option. Her mind had been clicking for a few days since the flower festival trying to work out how to navigate the Axel and Jake situation, having kissed … and other things…both of them that night in various capacities. Finding a strange alien sense of comfort with both men which was novel to her because security in others wasn’t something that came easy to the redhead these days, trust hard for her.
Was that a noise outside? Probably just someone going home late or something, but no, this was Aurora. No one was going to be going home in the suburban part of town at this hour, after all most people had children or sensible jobs. They had to in order to afford these piles they called houses. Turning her attention back to her phone she was reading a post by some disney channel child star lamenting her treatment in the industry as if she was the first person to ever experience it, when there was another noise. It was weird too, almost like digging, actually it was kind of creepy. For some reason her brain jumped immediately to grave digging, god she really needed to stop drinking red wine so close to bed time. Slipping out of bed she padded across the overly thick carpet her parents had in every room to peer out the window that looked out on the black garden, a figure seemingly down there. It was dark, hard to make out who it was, but something about them seemed familiar. The slight hunch of their shoulders, the hair she could see on the top of his head. Going out there was no doubt a terrible idea - but she was going to do it anyway.
Even though she was still dressed in her shortie pajamas decorated with avocados (her mom knew she liked them so gifts were often heavily themed), hair in a messy bun on top of her head, and two dots of spot cream on her forehead, she carefully made her way downstairs anyway. Making sure not to wake her parents up in the process. As she stepped out into the cool night air she realized who it was out there, seemingly digging a hole next to a still small tree in a pot. “Jake? What…what the fuck are you doing here?” Sloane hissed, folding her arms across her chest, feeling safe enough now to move closer since she knew the previously unidentified figure. “It’s like…midnight…”
