November 15th, 2014.
“Can’t–talk–now–[Sounds of a vacuum running compete with his voice.] I’m cleaning!”
“Still?”
“Well, I haven’t done–much–since you–told me, because of–the band–and such, but–yeah–is it surprising to you?”
“A little. You must be a real slob all of the time.”
“Shut up. I am not.”
“Do I have to ask the boys?”
“No, that’s not necessary.”
“Maybe I should, just to tick you off.”
“Lily–don’t you dare–fine, I’m a little messy.”
“A little?”
“Okay, maybe a lot. But this place will be spotless!”
“I’ll believe it when I see it. Hey, I was wondering… would you pick me up from the airport when I land?”
“What kind of question is that?! Of course I will! I was going to, even if you didn’t ask. If I’m busy, though, I’ll have someone come and get you. Don’t worry, okay?”
“Yeah, okay. Go back to your cleaning.”
“You got it, Mother.”
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Major fucking plot twist comin’ up here soon lmao