#jayymorss

[mayahirsch]

starter for : @jayymorss​. location : parton park, on the ferris wheel. event : parton fest.

The evening was just beginning, the sound of laughter and music filling the air. And it’s a sweet sound. Despite all of Maya’s tribulations, she marvels in the togetherness that forms during Parton Festival. Togetherness was never a thing Maya was used to. It often went over her head, the belief that it wasn’t real too prominent in her thanks to her upbringing. But then nights like tonight occur and she can’t help the way her stomach fills with the traditional sense of “butterflies”. The feeling is so prominent that not even her failed Tinder date texting her about the festival can bring her down. Though, Maya would never shy away from the prospect of complaining, especially with Jay at her side. 

“He’s pissed that I didn’t ask him to the festival.” Maya says, locking her phone and shoving it back into her pocket. They were squeezed together on one of the carriages in the air, the night sky blanketing just above their heads. “Like, what? That’s so stupid. Also, isn’t he supposed to ask me? Besides, I barely know the guy, you know?” The brunette continues with a swat of her hand, as if that might further her point. 

[mayahirsch]

starter for:  @jayymorss​. location:  parton’s local movie theater.

Usually, Maya went to the movies alone. It’s something her parents used to tease her for. But back then, it was one of the only thing she could do to gain some kind of independence or freedom. So, when her mother would look at her with distaste, asking the question “who goes to the movies alone?”, Maya came back simply. I do.

Today was different, though. She invited Jay to come along, mostly as a makeshift apology for acting so weird at the festival weeks ago. In truth, Maya had found herself slightly avoiding him ever since, mostly out of embarrassment that she couldn’t quite shake. So, here she was, sat next to Jay while two high profile celebrities kiss on a large screen. 

“This movie is actually kinda terrible.” Maya whispers into the air, turning her head towards him a tad. “I thought a romcom would be like, fun or something.” Laughter weaves through her breathy words. It was a weekday matinee, so it was only them there, an old lady, and a teenage couple shoved in the back. Maya doubts they’re actually watching the film. “You think we can sneak into a better one?”