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𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧

⋆thursday
⋆late may

Low and behold, Connie did not call you the next day. In fact you two didn't talk since then and that was a good two weeks ago. You didn't think anything of it though. The man is in a band who is currently in the process of wrapping up tour and working on their debut album. You were content with everything but you couldn't help but miss him. The lyrics of that song he sang to you still lingered in the back of your mind. Sometimes, you would catch yourself mumbling fragments of the lyrics.

Fortunately Mikasa and Jean actually were able to keep in close contact with each other. They had actually recently started dating. You've never really seen Mikasa with her head in the clouds until her and Jean got together. You wished you and Connie could have the same thing.

(𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘴)

It was a warm morning in Miami, Florida. A nice warm breeze fluttered through your open window, slightly smacking you in the face. You woke up, softly scratching your head. You look over to the clock next to you. 6:00 a.m.  Perfect. Your first appointment was at 10:00 but you wanted to be at the shop by 8:00 a.m., in case there were any walk ins. You roll out of bed, light an incense, and go to get your basic hygiene out of the way. You shower, you brush your teeth, you moisturize, and even do a few yoga stretches, before walking out of the bathroom.

You walk over to your closet to find what you want to wear. Since it was going to be hot, you threw on a thrifted, purple, crochet top and a long skirt to match. You walked over to your desk to do your make up and hair. You decided to put your butterfly locs into a neat high bun on the top of your head. For your makeup, you usually went for a more natural look, especially because your skin was captivating on its own. You lined your lips with a nude-ish brown color and applied Fenty lip gloss. You then applied a pair of not-so-dramatic lashes before putting on some of your jewelry. You slipped on a few rings that had big crystals on them, on some of your fingers and some necklaces, including one with a big evil eye dangling from its gold chain. You grab your bag and phone and slip on your sandals.

Before you go downstairs, you go to Sasha's room to make sure she was actually awake. To your surprise, she wasn't even in her room. You head downstairs to the kitchen to see her and Mikasa sitting at the kitchen island eating some of the breakfast Sasha made. She made a fruit salad that went with eggs and bacon. You didn't really have that much time, so you grabbed a water and a cup of the mixed fruit.

"Good morning my loves," you say in a bright sing song voice.

"Good morning (y/n)," they both reply.

"Ya'll ready to get this show on the road ?" You grab the keys to your van and begin to walk out of the door, with your two best friends behind you.

You three buckle in and set off on your short journey to you guys' salon. Everyday, you fell more and more in love with your shop's location. Every morning when you three would unlock the shop, music from the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, Cuba, and Jamaica ran through the street. The same streets that were filled with people beginning to start their days. Across the street, a little Caribbean restaurant opened it's doors. A brown skin woman, who happened to be a client of yours, with a baby on her hip, was arguing with her baby father in front of that restaurant. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle since you knew that she was going to come in and tell you, Mikasa, and Sasha everything.

Once Mikasa gets the door unlocked, you three step into the shop and head straight to your stations, getting everything ready for the day. When you were done, you switched the salon's tv on and sat in one of the chairs. Before you guys officially open, your receptionist, Historia walks in.

"Good morning !" Her voice was as bright as her hair and smooth like silk.

The three of you greeted her as she walked over to her desk.

Within the next few hours, people, who were looking to get their groove back, filled the shop.

♪

You were currently working on your 10 o'clock appointment's hair. aka Denise aka the girl you saw screaming at her babyfather this morning. Denise was in her mid 20s. She was a pretty brown skin with short curly hair that was dyed a dark blue, that you can only really see in the sunlight. She had hazel eyes that were passed down to her three year old son, Marcus.

Every time she came in, there was a new story. You never complained though.

"So then Chris gon' tell me some, 'she's just a friend' yadda yadda yadda. Like nigga. Ion care if she's a friend or not. Don't have no other bitch holding my kid."

"Tell em' girl." Mikasa turned and snapped her fingers in response. You giggled at her soft voice she had while saying this.

"I don't know why you don't give our friend Armin a chance. He's a sweetie and he loves kids," Historia says, leaning over her desk.

"Armin's the little blonde one right ? Oh, chile he's fine. You betta' snatch him up before I do. " One of Mikasa's clients responded as Mikasa began to shape his acrylic nails into sharp claws.

"Boy have em'. White boy couldn't handle Marcus bad ass or allll thissss." Denise ran her hands that were decked out with long red acrylics down her body, outlining all of her curves. Everyone in the shop broke out into laughter.

"You're too much," you let out in between laughs and begun to style her relaxed hair into finger waves.

You suddenly hear a loud screech, that startled the toddler sitting in your client's lap. Sasha runs over to you with a box and an envelope in her hand. "(Y/N) HERE'S ANOTHER LETTER AND IT CAME WITH THIS LITTLE BOX. OPEN THEM NOW !"

You laugh as you put down the hot comb and grab the things out of Sasha's hand. "Now Sasha. You know I can't do that until after I'm done." You put the box down in an empty chair next to Denise but she was just as curious as you, maybe more.

"AHT AHT . Open it. Maybe it's a Louis bag."

"Yeah come on (y/n). Let's see," Mikasa left her station to see what was going on.

"Does this really need to be something the whole shop has to see ?" You look around at some of your coworkers and usuals, as they wait for you to open the packages and read them the letter.

"Yes," everyone in the shop replies in unison.

"Alright then.." You decide to open the package first so you can truly take your time to appreciate the letter. You kneeled down next to it, grabbed a rat tooth comb, and jammed it through the tape on the box. You slid it around the box until the top tabs opened. You look inside the box and pull out a box of collectible item hot sauce bottles. On the outside of that box, it had Sasha's name so you hand it to her. Then, you pull out a candle with Mikasa's name so you hand it to her. Finally you pull out a turtle figurine that had what looked to be amethyst on top of its carved shell.

The toddler in Denise's lap gets up and walks over to where you were kneeling down to get a better look at the turtle. He held out his little hands in a cupped formation, signaling for you to place the figurine in his hands.

You smile at him and put the turtle in his hands while grabbing the envelope and carefully open it. Everyone watched as you unfolded the letter. You looked at the paper's front and back to see that it was filled. You began to read it out loud.

『

Hey (y/n). Before we get into the letter I guess I should explain the stuff in the box.

The hot sauce collection is obviously for Sasha. Tell her this counts as a Christmas and birthday gift bc that mf cost mad money.

As for Mikasa's candle, that was from Jean. Make sure you tell her he said "the candle might burn out but not my love for you." Or some simp ass shit like that ion know.

And your gift is the turtle thing. I got this from a flea market in LA. This lady was selling all types of crystals and ik how much u be on your cleansing shit. It's amethyst and apparently it helps with stress and anxiety and I know u struggle with that sometimes so here it is. Plus it's a turtle. WHO ELSE YOU KNOW GOT A TURTLE WITH CRYSTALS ON TOP?? Nobody.

Anyways, I'm sending this letter May 16 but I have no clue when it will get to you. But good news, we have one more show and it's back at home ! I made sure to set aside some VIP tickets and passes for you. We should be there May 29th and the show is June 1st. I can't wait to see you guys again, especially you. I'm tired of hanging out with Jean, Eren, and Armin EVERY DAMN DAY.

Oh yeah before I forget, since tour is finally over we can finally buy that house we were looking at. You remember ? It's in the neighborhood across from yours. That's all though we can catch up when I get home. Love you guys

-Con :)

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Denise sucks her teeth, "(y/n) you better give that boy a lil sum sum when he gets home." Marcus gives you the turtle back and you place it in the box along with the letter so that you can continue on Denise's hair.

"How many times I gotta tell you that is my friend," you roll your eyes.

"Hold on. He said they're coming back on the 29th right ?" Sasha asks before putting away her gift.

"Yeah," you respond, slightly looking up from your client's hair.

"That's literally tomorrow !"

"AWWWWW SHITTTTT. Your babyfather finna be back in town sis." Denise does a little dance in her seat and sticks out her tongue.

"Keep playin' wit me and Imma fuck your hair up," you tease. Denise crosses her arms trying to contain any giggles from slipping out of her mouth.

Secretly you were so excited. It's been over a year since you've seen Connie. Hell it's been forever since you've seen any of the boys. You missed them all dearly.

"Oh that's great," you respond nonchalantly.

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Everything started to wrap up for the day at the shop. You and the girls finished up cleaning and were now closing the shop. As you, Mikasa, and Sasha walked to your car, you waved goodbye to Historia, telling her you'd see her tomorrow. For the rest of that night, your mind was solely on your boys' return home.

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