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“Hey, Trishy.” Jacque says quietly, entering the room with an ice pack in her hand.
“Hey, Cracker Jack.” Trish mumbles, rubbing her head.
“I got you an ice pack.” Jacque tells her.
“Thanks, Jacque.” Trish says, offering a tired smile. Jacque shrugs and hands it to her.
“Don’t mention it.” She mumbles. Trish puts it on her her forehead and groans.
“I’ll mention it I want to, stupid.” Trish scoffs. “Sorry.”
“‘S aight.” Jacque mumbles. “How bad does it hurt?”
“Jacks.” Trish says. “I fell off a fuckin pole. It fuckin hurts.” Jacque sits on the edge of Trish’s bed.
“You take yo Advil?” Jacque asks, rubbing Trish's legs.
“Mhm.” Trish mumbles.
Silence fills the room.
“Aight well uh, I guess ima head out.” Jacque says, standing up and patting Trish's leg. “See you.”
“Jacks?” Trish mumbles.
“Yeah?”
“Stay?” Jacque feels butterflies in her stomach.
“Yeah.” Jacque says. “I’ll stay.”
“You can, you can lay down. It’s kinda small but if we cuddle we can fit.” Trish offers. “I mean if you wanna go you can but-”
“I wanna stay. We can cuddle.”
Trish smiles. She scoots over and pats for Jacque to lay down. She takes her shoes off and curls into Trish’s side.
“I love you, trishy.”
“I love you too, Cracker Jack.”