ø (trish)
ø: Our muses cuddle by the fireplace with hot cocoa.
“You’ve got to have something you spike this with.” The brunette’s signature grumble escapes her as she looks over at her best friend, she doesn’t remember the last time she’s had something that doesn’t have some kind of booze in it. It her only way of coping with everything that has occurred, drinking herself drunk, it made everything go down a little easier.
Swallowing all her grief and all her torment, it all went down so much smoother when she had the alcohol to blame for the burn in her throat. She listens to Trish going on about how she shouldn’t drink so much, her words go as they always do, ignored. They’re not ignored out of annoyance or tolerance but out of her knowing, Jessica wasn’t an idiot, she knew that she was right, but she couldn’t explain somethings life Trish wanted. Jessica didn’t know how to speak for her emotions, for her situation. She was caught up in a net of her own making, only ever letting the blonde in for a peek.
“Do you remember our first Christmas?” Jessica strangely brings it up as she looks at the beautiful tree that is set up in Trish’s home, the lights are twinkling and the sparkling ornaments make Jessica feel even warmer.
“Remember how I wouldn’t come out and your mom was having that stupid Christmas party, how she wanted to parade me around like the charity case I was...” Jessica’s voice gets a little softer as she leans back into Trish’s couch, draped on her legs is a blanket that she’s sharing with her blonde, “And you wouldn’t talk to me a lot but you brought me food, we had dinner together because you couldn’t eat in peace if you sat with your she-devil mom. We watched the grinch, fucking green bastard.” Jessica looks over at her now, her whole life wrapped up in protecting and keeping Trish safe.
“I’m sure it’s on or something, we could watch it, if you want...” Jessica acts casual though the both know that Jessica is feeling beyond words and she hides it behind a christmas movie and the way her hand slides to touch her best friend’s free hand.
When they’re an hour into the movie, neither girls comments on how hard they’re holding each other’s hands.