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hi torbek
here’s a random snippet from the 13 going on 30 au that’s been living rent free in my head for actual months and that i will probably never fully write but! hey ho
here’s a scene that happens towards the end:
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She slips in through the open door, quietly easing it shut behind her. The sight before her stops her in her tracks at the threshold, her heart stuttering in her chest at the familiar scene.
He’s standing by the window in his suit pants and white shirt, staring out as he absentmindedly rolls up his sleeves — a reflex. She watches his fingers deftly working the buttons on the cuffs, repeatedly folding the material as he moves up his forearm to his elbow. Her eyes are fixed on his movements, frozen in place.
Without warning, he turns around to face her, his fingers stopping their activity as his features cycle through one emotion after the other.
Shock. Surprise. Joy. Uncertainty. Pain.
what would u do 😳😳😳 if we accidental kissed 😳😳😳 (and we are both hedgehogs 😳😳😳)
aw okay but what if the molinas picked up the habit of leaving an empty plate set up on their table or in their kitchen in general during mealtimes from rose herself?
what if she started a tradition of doing this anytime they lost a music legend, a friend, a family member, a pet
and it was a way for both ray & rose to teach julie & carlos about death and loss and grief - and that even if a person dies, they’re never truly gone
they’ll always have a place in their lives, and that they will always carry them in their hearts, always carry their memory in their day to day actions
only thing is, victoria was never a fan of this “tradition”
so they always had fun rushing like crazy trying to hide or throw kitchen utensils across the living room whenever victoria came to visit, making sure she never saw anything - otherwise it would lead to a 2 hour lecture of how not to parent your kids etc etc (rose knew her sister only ever meant well, but she had her own way of raising her kids, and she was going to stick to it)
so when rose passed away, it was...different for the molina family. Julie wasn’t sure she had the energy to do anything, let alone uphold a tradition her mom had started. ray was just worried about his kids, not sure if it would be a good idea and feeling a little lost without the gentle guidance of the love of his life
(un)surprisingly, it’s carlos who gets up from the dinner table, grabs the one plate he knows his mom used to always use (the one with the tiny chip on the edge of the plate that look peculiarly like a dahlia), grabbed a knife and fork and spoon, a plate coaster & a glass
he then headed straight back to their table, and set up a space for their mother. he kisses the palm of his hand, and places it gently against the centre of his mom’s plate, before he takes his seat at the table and starts eating.
ray & julie are quiet for a while, staring at carlos and then at rose’s spot at the table.
eventually they both nod at the spot that was always occupied by rose, and dig in
from that day on, rose always had a seat at the table.
goin 2 da psychiatric hospital for like 5 days where i wont have my phone so im gonna queue a bunch of posts in the meantime lawl. not much will change other than ig u guys wont be subjected to shit like “flamable” for a little while