you were minding your business, well at least you were trying to. you were slouched into the couch with a slice of pizza and half and eye on your phone when the door swung open like it owned the place

renee entered like a storm in stilettos. her hair was slightly damp from sweat, her corset dress was still tight, and her eyes were burning like she hadnt just given her voice to a sold out crowd. you didnt even have time to sit up before she was across the room

without a word she reached out and yanked the slice of pizza right out of your hands "are you- seriously?" you blinked, watching her already halfway to the mirror while chewing your pizza

she flopped into the chair in front of her vanity like a queen returning to her throne, lights framing her in soft gold "dont be dramatic" she said around a bite "you werent even eating it. just holding it like a prop"

"it was in my mouth"

she shrugged "youre fine"

you rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt "still bossing me around i see"

she didnt even look at you. she just pulled her hair over one shoulder and checked her reflection "and youre still listening"

"im not listening" you shot back, sitting up straighter "i just havent kicked your ass for stealing my food yet"

"oh please. you let me."

you narrowed your eyes "in what universe?"

"in the one where you keep showing up to my shows like youre not the one who ended it"

you snorted "i came for the music. not the post show ego trip"

she turned in her chair with one leg crossing over the other while arching a brow at you "so you just happened to end up in my green room and waiting on my couch with my pizza"

you stood up, pointing at her with the now empty pizza box "my pizza."

she smirked "whatever helps you sleep at night grandma"

you froze "did you just- im two years older than you rapp"

"two years and a whole lotta attitude" she said, biting into the crust and still not breaking eye contact "honestly you were more fun when you were bossing me around"

you scoffed, walking over and leaning against the counter beside her "you dont let anyone boss you around"

she gave you a sly smirk in the mirror "except you. once. maybe twice. maybe on that couch over there."

your breath caught just a little but you recovered quickly "that was before you started thinking a corset gave you executive privileges"

she chuckled, twisting slightly in her seat to face you better "you didnt seem to mine when i had my hands around your-"

"dont." you held up a hand, trying not to smile "dont bring up that night like it wasnt a moment of weakness"

she leaned forward, resting her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand "you keep calling it a moment but baby you stayed the whole night"

you bit your lip, willing yourself not to grin "you really think youre cute huh?"

"i know i am" she said with her voice dropping just enough to make your pulse hitch "and you think so too. thats why youre still here pretending you came for the pizza"

you shook your head, biting back a laugh because she wasnt wrong. she never was when it came to this twisted little dance you kept doing. push and pull. argue and flirt. break up and stick around.

“honestly” you muttered “i shouldve thrown that slice st your face”

she leaned in “you gonna punish me for it?”

your stomach flipped as you looked down at her, cocking your head “you want me to?”

“id like to see you try.”