somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4 Sunday Afternoon [04/20].

So, Thursday had obviously sucked, and so had the entire lead-up as a squirrel and the revelation that had sent all of that into motion in the first place, and Summer was still feeling pretty shitty about it all. But she had two things going for her that was making her feel like things might be on the upswing again now that all the gross stuff was over.

One, as far as she could tell, she actually didn't have any kids showing up this weekend, thank god.

And two, today was the Holiest of Holy Days.

No, not Easter, you weirdos, or even the end of Passover, but, obviously, it was 4/20, and Summer wasn't going to let that pass her by no matter how much of a funk recent events had put her into.

She did feel kind of lame, just spending it at home with her cat, but at least she wasn't still a squirrel for it this year. Also, she considered hitting up some of her friends back home to hang for it, but that meant going back home, and she didn't really want to deal with people right now if she could help it, so at home with her cat it was. Which was fine. Pancakes was going to be significantly less annoying company than, say, Tricia. Not to mention, if her dad found out she was home during Easter and didn't even stop by? She's never hear the end of it.

Once she started considering how the real person to party with on this Holiest of Holy Day was Rick, well, yeah, that solidified it, this year really was best celebrated very chill, very low-key, very much not engaging with the most toxic member of your family post-break---

"Ohmygod," Summer realized, almost at the exact moment she had first toked up that afternoon, and immediately pulled up the GoTron Summers discord. "Why am I not getting high with myself right now??"

God, that could be a disaster, too, but at the same time, the fact that the discord started lighting up with several different dimensional version of her having the exact same thought at that exact moment at least made her feel a little less alone.

[[ open! albeit with a 'yes it's a holiday so of course i'm going to be suffering at work' slowness caveat ]]

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Sometime near the end of the afternoon, Jack dropped a minute of loud, jubilant, defiant pop punk-inspired post-metal nonsense into her texts.

Then: i am going to sleep for a MONTH or possibly the rest of my LIFE but i think were getting somewhere.

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It was a little while before Summer actually got to responding, because as soon as she realized what Jack had sent, there was an eager little "Ooh!" and of course she was going to listen first, and she was going to listen to it a few times before realizing that was all there was, and then she pouted, and forgot what she was pouting about and her mind drifted elsewhere until she remembered with an "Oh, shit!" that she never sent the response back like she thought she had, and then, remembering what she was responding to, had to listen to it again with a pleased, approving sort of expression, and then went to change up what music she was listening to, got sucked down a rabbit hole there, and then faceplate as she remembered she forgot to send the response again, and so, yeah, it was a while before she responded, but also, like, check the calendar, if you expected coherent or timely responses from Summer today, did you even know her??

the rest of your life might not even be a month! 😘😘😘

but srsly that sounds dope as hell man

Jack may have lost track of time over the past few days. Sorry, Summer. So he did squint at his phone, and felt a little building anxiety, and then let that building anxiety go because he was feeling good about everything right now and he was just. Not. Going to worry about it.

thanks. and a not-sarcastic thanks after that. early heart attacks dont run in my family so i think i got time.

Weird thing to say, said his brain.

that old age will sneak up on you!

What? Like she would ever get tired of that joke? Especially today, of all days?

got any more? Or did you come in here just to be a big fat musical cocktease?

most of it isnt mixed yet, this happened to be a full band on board demo situation.

He was still kind of coming down from it.

but your enthusiasm is appreciated, even if i probs damaged ur vulnerable five-year-old eardrums.

TWENTY five

No, Summer, not quite, you still had a couple months to go for that, but okay.

but close enough i guess. Bummer tho! I'm hanging out with a bunch of other Summers right now and wanted to show them how much cooler and more talented my friends are compared to theirs

And guess how many of those Summers right now were also tapping away at their phones. Go on. Guess!

how long do u think it'll be? Until the NEW ALBUM is ready??

And yes. She did have to do that emphasis, thank you.

couple weeks? recording should be done next week, then its just trying to mash everything together to make it sound good, Jack texted. He reached for a bottle of water and took a big swig.

And finally noticed the calendar.

aw poodoo i caught you on the day didnt i.

Summer liked to think that Jack could see the grin that message got even through time and space. And the sound that went with it.

yeah 😏😏😏

its all good tho! Ur way more interesting to talk to than half these bitches anyway

Awwww.

glad to be more interesting than 50 percent of bitches. i'm gonna cherish that one for the rest of my life.

all what? Two months of it before that other foot shuffles into the grave?

Seriously, now! But she snort-laughed enough to quirk a few other eye rows and found herself quickly adding:

I'm sorry! But u just make it so eaaaaaassssyyyyy. I know you're not that old

Wait for it.

SIX months my baaaaaad

its okay i know babies dont get time perception until theyre like four months old.

Jack took a swig from his water bottle and contemplated just keeping up this shit-flinging fest until Summer got so baked it went into a whole other funny register.

Well, okay, his bandmates would probably smack him...

Oh, Summer would definitely get distracted by something shiny or by brunette Summer's first paranoid pot freakout well before it got to that point. But for now?

o yeah? Where'd u learn that from? An issue of readers digest with the large print? Maybe a Facebook meme from someone's aunt?

Kindly ignore that she actually was someone's aunt, shh.

She was? Jack had no idea.

sorry for getting my info somewhere other than 5 sec tiktoks, guess thats on me for having an actual attention span.

Another sip of water. Yeah, he should probably get back in there for the last few takes after he finished this bottle...

Granted, Morty Jr. wisely keep his distance from the family after discovering how shitty of a parent Morty was, but he did still exist! His memoir about the whole incident had been a best seller for months!

I'm sorry I forgot what we were talking about

....the thing was, that might actually be a genuine response today and not just a snide retort.

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