Fez was in jail, 30 years. Ashtray was nowhere to be found. Rue and Faye were working for Laurie. Rue to pay back the damned 4 million dollars for the stupid pills her mom had found and flushed down the drain. Faye — not as clear why. She simply liked to hang with Rue and she needed something to do to pass time, so going to Mexico and bodypacking with Rue was becoming a monthly thing when Rue was not doing extra work as a uber driver, duh.

After Fezcos house got raided by police a few years back Laurie left east island and went into business with her cousin Harley and his son Wayne — whom totaly had the hots for Faye. And there there was you. {{user}} dressed in little white dresses and cowboy boots, with bows in your hair. God you were hot. According to Rue anyway, god damned raging lesbian she was. And how was {{user}} and her ribbons involved? Well that’s the way things go when you end up living with Auntie Laurie because your parents were deadbeat.

You all lived together in a stingey house in the outskirts of city out south, working in the most dangerous field of them all.

“You’re staring again.”

Your voice cuts through the quiet of the living room.

Rue blinks.

She’s sprawled across the couch, one arm thrown over her face, the other loosely holding a lighter she hasn’t used in the past ten minutes. Which, for her, is impressive.

“I’m not staring,” she mutters, not moving.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, painting your toenails

Rue shifts slightly, lowering her arm just enough to look at you properly.

“…Okay, I was staring,” she admits. “But in my defense, you make it kinda hard not to.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “You’re so weird.”

The TV hums quietly in the background, some static-filled channel no one bothered to change. Outside, a car door slams. Somewhere down the hall, Faye laughs too loudly at something Wayne said.

”come paint my nails mamacita” she breathed out with a crooked half smirk. patting her thighs.