and i'll call you when the party's over (jan/gigi) - aries
summary - there are two sides to every story, but that doesn’t make either one less complicated.
a/n - (dj khaled voice) Another One. i liked the oneshot i posted a few days ago enough to attempt a companion/prequel thing that turned out to be half as long, apparently! thanks as always to alex for being a great beta and providing me with the idea for this in the first place <3
Sunday, November 29th
‘-But I’m not really a popcorn person,’ Jackie sighs. ‘It’s too salty. I don’t want to have to keep stopping to drink water if I’m watching a movie too, you know? That’s, like, triple multitasking.’
Gigi laughs, grabbing the bucket of popcorn and pulling it closer to herself, taking a handful.
‘I like it,’ she says, her mouth now half-full. ‘You can get it sweet, though.’
‘No, but that defeats the point, i’d rather just get chocolate or something.’ Jackie turns to her left and nudges Jan on the shoulder. She doesn’t look up from her phone.
‘Who are you texting?’ Nicky asks, stealing the bucket from out of Gigi’s lap. ‘They’re stealing you from us. We need your opinion on movie snacks.’
Jan smiles and her eyes light up as she locks her phone and places it on the cushion beside her. ‘Nobody,’ she replies, but the mischievous, almost childlike grin on her face says otherwise. ‘Movie snacks?’
‘We’ve been talking about this for like ten minutes,’ Gigi sighs, irritated. ‘Weren’t you listening?’
Jan grins back at her, mock offended. ‘I was totally listening!’ She gasps. Her phone vibrates, as does the cushion. Gigi looks at it in disgust, and pretends to be nonchalant as Jan’s Fleetwood Mac ringtone echoes through the room. She sits in silence, trying her best to twist her expression into something less sour.
‘ God, just answer the phone,’ Nicky laughs. ‘We can live without your input on this for once.’ Jan grabs her phone and laughs, walking out of Jackie’s living room and closing the door behind her.
‘Who do you think it is?’ Asks Jackie, turning her head back to face the others. Gigi shrugs, grabs the popcorn back, and shoves a handful in her mouth to stop the bitter comments before they can escape.
‘She’s been talking to that Jake guy a lot,’ Nicky suggests, picking up the tv remote. ‘From biology, or something. He seems okay, I don’t really know him.’
Jackie nods, entertained, and returns the topic of conversation to the important distinction between types of M&Ms. Gigi grabs another handful of popcorn, and stays silent.
Wednesday, December 23rd
Jackie’s never one to half-ass anything, and holidays are no exception, apparently - when Gigi arrives at her house, gift box in one hand, bottle of Bailey’s in the other, she has to take a second to drink it all in. She’s hung fucking mistletoe. Christ.
They’re all sat around the dining table, Mariah Carey is playing in the background, and for a self-proclaimed Christmas hater, Gigi’s pretty content. Jackie pulls a spinner from some board game or other out and flicks it, grinning when it lands on Gigi.
‘okay, G, you go first,’ she smiles, rubbing her hands together. ‘Who’d you get?’
Gigi grabs the gift box from the floor next to her and pushes it across the table to Nicky, whose mouth drops open in surprise. ‘No way,’ she squeals. ‘You bitch, you kept that so secret!’
‘That’s the whole point,’ laughs Jan, tapping the table in excitement. ‘Go on, open it, I wanna see!’
Nicky unties the gift bow and slides the lid off the box, grabbing its contents. ‘A necklace?’ She questions, squinting at the piece of jewellery in her hands. ‘What does it say?’
‘Prettier,’ Gigi replies. the other three glance at her, confused. ‘There was one that just said pretty,’ she explains, ‘and this, and I didn’t think you’d appreciate being second best.’
They continue around the table with gifts. Nicky buys Jackie some kind of expensive perfume that would seem insincere and impersonal from anyone else, but is so quintessentially Nicky that nobody seems to mind. Jackie gives Jan some cute flower earrings and a gift card to a bakery that she loves.
‘So you can stop hassling us for cupcakes,’ she explains, and Jan laughs in response, and it’s music to Gigi’s ears, always has been.
‘My turn, then,’ Jan smiles, pushes a gift bag across to Gigi. She pulls out sheets of lilac tissue paper to find what feels like a weirdly-shaped sack. When she lifts it out of the bag, the others’ confusion is evident.
‘It’s a cat,’ Jan clarifies, reaching over to tap one of the points on the gift that Gigi thinks, if she squints, could resemble ears.
‘Is it?’ Asks Jackie, face twisted.
‘You sure?’ Nicky snorts and whacks her on the arm.
‘Yeah!’ Jan fake glares at them, and locks eyes with Gigi. ‘I made him for you, because you mentioned that one time that you wanted a cat but your mom’s allergic.’
Gigi thanks her, and the smile doesn’t leave her face all night.
She names the cat Charlie. He sits at the foot of her bed from then on, and she can’t help but grin every time she sees him.
Sunday, March 6th
‘If we can’t agree on something, we can always just rewatch Mean Girls,’ Gigi suggests, leaning her head back against her pillow and rubbing her eyes. ‘It’s a classic for a reason.’
Nicky groans, throws a cushion across the room, laughs as it flies and hits Gigi in the head. ‘I’m so fucking bored of mean girls.’ Gigi flips her off and picks up her phone, busying herself by scrolling through the same ten instagram posts in her feed she’s seen twenty times today already.
‘We could watch Stranger Things or something?’ Jackie pipes up, scrolling through Netflix. ‘I’ve heard that’s good.’
‘Ooh, Jake said he didn’t like it, though,’ Jan replies, looking up from her phone for a whole second before glancing back down and laughing at something she sees.
‘Ooh, Jake isn’t fucking here, ’ Gigi snaps, slamming her phone onto the couch beside her. ‘Can’t you think for yourself, or would he not like that either?’
It’s so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Jan’s face drops, and Gigi feels a guilt unlike anything she’s ever known before at the sight of her staring blankly across the room, eyes welling up with tears. Her eyes narrow and she shakes her head, stands up, and walks out silently. The sound of the door slamming behind her echoes and hits Gigi like a bullet through the chest.
Monday, March 7th
nicky - hey babe, u doing okay? (2:07am)
i just spoke to jan. i know u probably don’t want to but i think u should apologise. wouldn’t want her to be too upset u know? (2:08am)
anyway did u see that cat vine i tagged u in on ig?? (2:15am)
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gigi - hey can i call you? i feel like doing this over text isn’t right (10:12am)
jan <3 - of course! give me a min. (10:12am)
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jan <3 - make sure you send me the link to that cat video!!!🐱💞 (1:45pm)
Saturday, June 11th
For Jan’s birthday, they congregate in her kitchen and take shot after shot of cheap tequila until Nicky can’t take a step without falling face-first onto the cold linoleum tiles. Jackie sighs, picks her up like it’s nothing and carries her into the living room, rolling her eyes.
‘She’s such a mom,’ Jan comments, pulling herself up to sit on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth like a kid on a swing. If she notices her heels hitting the cabinets a bit too hard, she doesn’t say anything. Gigi laughs and jumps up beside her, grabbing onto Jan’s arm when she nearly falls, collapsing into giggles on her shoulder when she makes it up successfully.
‘Happy birthday,’ she says, holding onto Jan’s hand just a bit too tight. Jan thanks her, still laughing.
‘It’s weird to do this on a Saturday,’ Jan muses, squeezing Gigi’s hand. ‘I’m so used to Sundays with you all, it feels wrong.’
‘No!’ Gigi replies, and Jan winces at her volume. ‘You’ve had a really nice day!’
‘I have, yeah,’ she giggles, nodding.
‘What’d you get?’ Gigi asks, swings their hands back and forth. ‘From people that weren’t me.’
‘A lot of gift cards,’ Jan replies. ‘And chocolate. Pretty boring.’
‘What about Jake?’
Jan scrunches up her face and shudders. ‘He got me a fucking Forever 21 gift card.’
Gigi scoffs, lets go of Jan’s hand and places both hands on her face, turning Jan’s head to meet her eyes. ‘ Fuck him,’ she says, more force in her words than she realises. Jan smiles, but it doesn’t meet her eyes. Gigi looks at her, confused.
‘No, I didn’t mean to make you sad,’ she mumbles, shaking her head. Don’t be sad, it looks weird on you, you’re so pretty.’
Jan tilts her head up and there’s something in her eyes, soft and weird and wonderful, that makes Gigi feel like she’s floating. She swears she sees Jan glance down at her lips and lean in for a split second, but she’ll never know.
Jackie pushes open the kitchen door and Jan springs back, pulls her hands away to fiddle with something on the other side of the counter. Jackie asks if they have any aspirin, Nicky’s complaining about a headache. Gigi hops off the counter, makes her way to the bathroom, and locks the door behind her.
Thursday, August 18th
There’s something about the way Nicky’s looking at her from across the table that scares the shit out of Gigi, but she tries her best to ignore it and grabs another slice of pizza, glancing around the restaurant. Neither of them have spoken much the whole time they’ve been out - it’s weird, for the lack of a better phrase.
‘So what, did you just feel like treating me?’ Gigi asks, laughs nervously, takes a sip of her Coke through its red-and-white striped straw. Nicky looks at her and her eyes are so full of poorly disguised pity it makes Gigi feel like a child.
‘You know I’m not one to avoid bringing shit up, right?’ Nicky replies, stirring her drink absentmindedly. Gigi nods. ‘What’s up?’
‘And it’s only coming from a place of love-’
‘Nicky.’
‘You,’ she says, slamming one hand on the table, ‘need to suck it up and get the fuck over Jan.’
Gigi’s eyes widen and she inhales too fast in shock, choking on her drink. Nicky watches, failing miserably to bite back laughter.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Gigi takes another sip and her eyes dart around the room, trying to find something distracting to focus on.
‘Don’t bullshit me,’ Nicky laughs. ‘It’s been two months since her birthday party, and I don’t know what the fuck happened, but I haven’t seen you speak to her since, and I hate it. You’re acting as if she’s poisonous.’
She is, now, thinks Gigi. She may as well be.
‘I don’t need to get over anyone,’ she stresses. ‘Nothing happened , we just haven’t spoken much recently.’
‘I do talk to Jackie, you know,’ Nicky replies, reaching across the table to grab Gigi’s hand. ‘I’m just saying this because I care about you. I don’t want anything between us all going sour. I love you all too much. Also, she has a boyfriend.’
Gigi smiles, but she’s sure it comes out as more of a grimace. ‘If you care so much, can you drop it? Nothing will go sour, because nothing happened.’
Nicky shoots her a knowing look, but does as she asks.
Saturday, October 1st
When Jake breaks up with Jan, she messages their group chat in floods of tears, and Gigi’s never invited them over faster. A stupid move, maybe, but for a second, as she types, she’s just Jan’s friend, and she wants to be there for her.
It was a stupid move. Definitely a stupid move.
She sits with Jan, holds her for hours on end, wipes her tears and orders the other two around to try to cheer her up as much as possible. There’s a kind of sick sadistic enjoyment in knowing she’s the only person that can make Jan feel better and she doesn’t want to acknowledge it in the fucking slightest, so she doesn’t, lets it bubble underneath the surface but keeps it contained until she can’t handle it anymore. When it gets to that point, she grabs the wine.
She lays next to Nicky making stupid Grease references and then Jan leaves and they’re alone, and her mood shatters into pieces, and all she wants to do is sweep them under the coffee table with the rest of the overpriced breakup cupcakes and leave them there.
‘What’s wrong, doll?’ Nicky grabs her hand and squeezes it comfortingly.
‘Is it bad that I’m happy about it?’ Gigi asks, tilting her head towards the door, avoiding eye contact at all cost. ‘Does that make me a bad person?’
‘What, being happy that your best friend just got dumped? Yeah, maybe?’ Nicky comments, narrowing her eyes. ‘Didn’t we talk about this? I don’t think this is the best time to let your feelings come into play, G.’
‘It’s not my feelings,’ Gigi replies, her voice quiet. ‘I just mean because he was kinda gross to her, that’s all.’ There’s not much conviction in her voice, and it seems like she’s trying to convince herself more than anything. Nicky buys it, somehow.
Sunday, October 16th
She kisses Nicky for the first time outside of a bar. It’s too early to warrant them being anywhere near drunk, and she tastes like cheap wine, and it feels rushed, and impulsive, but not wrong. She checks her phone and they’re late to meet Jan and Jackie, and she feels like she shouldn’t feel as bad about it as she does, because Nicky doesn’t seem to care at all.
They stop at a corner store on the way to Jackie’s house to pick up some snacks, and Gigi tries her best to ignore the tightness in her throat when Nicky grabs her hand as they’re walking along the street.
She turns to Gigi suddenly, grabs her other hand as she walks backwards, and almost makes her drop the plastic bag.
‘What are we?’ She asks, her dramatic faux-old Hollywood movie accent strong. She looks at Gigi with dark, worried eyes, stays silent for a good five seconds, and then she laughs, and Gigi laughs with her, relieved she was joking, unsure of how she’d have coped if Nicky was serious. Nothing , she thinks. And I think I want to keep it that way .
Nicky kisses her again, spontaneous and odd, against the wall of an alley near Jackie’s house. Gigi feels like a kid, sneaking around in the sunset, but she thinks maybe she could get used to it. If she closes her eyes and focuses hard enough, she can almost mess up the mental picture enough to turn Nicky’s hair blonde, and her eyes blue, and her hands softer, and make everything how she wishes it was.
They get to Jackie’s, and neither of them say a word. Gigi sees Jan’s dejected eyes when they show up, and she wishes she’d gone to that stupid fucking family party after all.
Sunday, October 30th
They stick a dumb horror movie on the tv and let it play as background noise once Jackie leaves. It hits one in the morning and Gigi and Nicky are the only ones awake. It’s weird of Jan to fall asleep so early, but Gigi can’t bring herself to engage her in conversation long enough to keep her up and Nicky’s too busy shit-talking people on her instagram feed to create much of a compelling reason for her to be up, either.
Gigi looks between them and feels suddenly, overwhelmingly lost, and she wants to get up and escape, get a glass of water, clear her head, but it’s like she’s frozen in place. She doesn’t want to be around either of them right now, but lucky for her, she’s with both, and acknowledging whatever the hell’s going on with either would be equally painful.
So she sits, eyes glued to the shitty slasher flick on the screen in front of her, and tries to focus on the plot enough to distract herself from the room she’s in.
Nicky taps her on the shoulder and breaks her trance, beckons her over to the corner she’s in.
‘Look at this,’ she whispers, pushes her phone towards Gigi to show her some kind of gross-looking outfit picture taken by god knows who. ‘Can you believe people leave the house like that?’ Gigi laughs, but it’s more of a formality than anything else. Nicky scrolls down and finds an old favourite vine and they laugh together, genuinely this time, watch it on repeat a few times.
Nicky looks at Gigi and sighs, hooks a finger under her chin and tries to pull her closer. ‘ Stop it,’ she objects, the sternness she tries to convey masked by the last of her laughs at the joke. ‘Not with Jan here.’
‘She’s asleep, baby,’ Nicky insists. ‘It’s fine.’
Gigi shakes her head and pushes herself back across the wooden floor, leaving Nicky confused. ‘Later?’ She mouths, and Gigi gives her a half-hearted nod, pulling herself to her feet. As she walks to the kitchen, trying to ignore Jan’s heavy breathing from the couch, she wishes she could just leave, walk off into the night, and not have to talk to either of them for as long as possible.
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20.04.19 | Tiffany Young está pronta para seu solo sob os holofotes - GALORE Magazine.
Mesmo que você não ouça o K-Pop, é bem provável que você saiba o quem é. Se você não conhece, aqui está uma atualização: é um gênero de música pop originário da Coreia do Sul. Essas populares bandas de K-Pop são conhecidas por fandons sérios - pense nelas como os Backstreet Boys ou as Spice Girls da Coréia do Sul. Tiffany Young foi descoberta aos 15 anos no sul da Califórnia, e depois mudou-se para a Coréia do Sul para seguir uma carreira no K-Pop. Ela eventualmente se juntou a um grupo K-pop muito popular (que você pode ter ouvido falar) chamado Girls Generation. Mas assim como Beyonce eventualmente saiu sozinha do Destiny's Child, Tiffany está pronta para seu holofote solo. Ela não apenas lançou um novo EP, Lips on Lips, mas voltou para os EUA e está escrevendo para um público mais americano. Ao entrar no mundo do estrelato jovem soa como um sonho adolescente, Tiffany enfrentou sua parcela de obstáculos. Sua mãe morreu antes que ela pudesse vê-la cantando no palco com Girls’ Generation, antes mesmo de se mudar para a Coréia do Sul. Nós falamos com Tiffany sobre seu novo EP, ela deve ter hacks de beleza, sua moda inspira, e onde podemos esperar para vê-la ao lado!
Conte-nos mais sobre o novo EP, Lips On Lips?
Lips On Lips é o meu primeiro projeto EP solo nos EUA desde que voltei para casa do K-pop. É o meu trabalho mais pessoal e honesto até hoje. Vindo de um fundo de K-pop,como mulher asiática-americana, eu tive muitas emoções e problemas que eu havia reprimido e que estou me abrindo pela primeira vez neste EP. São canções de paixão, prazer e dor; e aquele não pode existir sem o outro.
Você é uma garota de batom ou gloss para aqueles momento?
Batom com certeza. Texturas completas no dia a dia, mas a cor / textura do batom depende de como está a textura da minha base / pele feita naquele dia. É tudo sobre emparelhamento! Por exemplo, lábios foscos para a pele mate, batom acetinado com textura para a pele orvalhada, batom puro para hidratante colorido ou cremes BB.
Quais são os seus truques de beleza?
Limpeza dupla. De preferência com um tipo de bálsamo ou óleo primeiro, para não secar completamente a pele, seguida de um produto de limpeza de espuma! Especialmente com a chegada da primavera/verão, você quer ter certeza de retirar todos os bloqueadores solares.
Que item de beleza você nunca tirou de sua bolsa?
Perfume / Óleos! Eu amo um bom perfume sedutor e a maneira como ele instantaneamente muda seu humor! Ou também a maneira como a lavanda relaxa você.
Você acaba de ganhar um iHeart Music Award e também foi o primeiro artista K-pop a andar no tapete da AMAs. Qual prêmio que você gostaria de receber de seus colegas no futuro?
Qualquer coisa na categoria "Novos Artistas" é sempre um momento único que eu não quero perder. [Então eu vou] lentamente trabalhar o meu caminho para pop, dança, vocal, colaboração, videoclipe, turnê e moda também!
Você é uma grande fã de moda, quais marcas você ama no momento?
Eu amo qualquer coisa sonhadora e romântica com um toque escuro ou nervoso. Jean Paul Gaultier, Dior, Rodarte e Giambattista Valli sempre foram meus colaboradores de sonho.
Quem são seus ícones da moda?
1. Madonna - ousada, marcante, glamourosa e ICÔNICA. 2. Natalie Portman - forte e tão fortemente feminina. 3. Victoria Beckham - chique, sofisticada, elegante e intemporal.
Você filmou uma campanha da H&M, qualquer outra marca que adoraria modelar - ou você gostaria de criar a sua própria?
Sou aberto e gostaria de colaborar e ter parcerias com marcas que apoiam minha visão e valores. [Marcas que valorizam] representação, [marcas que] incentivam jovens mulheres e homens a inspirar e capacitar uns aos outros para a mudança [e marcas que] criam música e arte sem limites! Eu sempre imaginei e adoraria começar minha própria linha algum dia também.
De todas as músicas que você escreveu, qual delas tem aquele lugar especial em seu coração?
“The Flower” é uma música muito especial para mim porque eu estava abrindo meus sentimentos quando perdi minha mãe em uma música pela primeira vez. Eu me inspirei a partir do momento em que coloquei a última flor em seu túmulo no funeral. Escrever a música me fez perceber, embora fosse doloroso, com o tempo você vai encontrar uma maneira de ver além da dor ou superá-la e talvez até mesmo ajudar alguém que precise. Espero que esta canção inspire a compaixão para que todos possamos ser a flor para a dor de outra pessoa.
Como foi trabalhar com Babyface - que trabalhou com todos os grandes nomes, de Madonna a Aaliyah - nesse álbum?
Eu queria criar uma música pop de conto de fadas e ele é o melhor criador de canções de amor de contos de fada e fantasia. Eu fui inspirada e influenciada por um número incontável de discos de Babyface, e estar na mesma sala e criar com tal gênio foi um sonho que se tornou realidade. Sou muito grata, honrada e orgulhosa.
Qual músico feminino que cresceu foi a sua maior inspiração?
Madonna, Mariah Carey e Christina Aguilera. Claro, por seu nível ou talento artístico, mas também por serem mulheres tão fortes.
Algum conselho que você daria ao seu eu de 15 anos?
Você não apenas acorda e se torna a borboleta! O crescimento é um processo. Confie em si mesma.
Que conselho você tem para as jovens que tentam navegar pelo amor neste mundo de mídia social e realidade real?
Meu conselho é ser paciente consigo mesmo, investir seu tempo em momentos e experiências. Porque a beleza externa é temporária e se desvanece, mas a beleza interna, que é a sua verdade e conhecimento dessas experiências, leva você a passar e nada é mais bonito do que uma mulher sábia e graciosa.
De todas as suas viagens em turnê, com qual lugar você se apaixonou?
Apaixonei-me pelas cidades que visitei pela primeira vez. Toronto, Vancouver e Minneapolis pareciam um paraíso mágico de inverno e Seattle realmente parecia que eu estava em um filme romântico sonhador. Cada cidade era tão especial e diferente à sua maneira, eu quero ser capaz de voltar novamente e passar mais tempo e explorar um pouco mais.
O que vem por aí em 2019?
Animado e inspirado para voltar ao estúdio para escrever e começar meu próximo projeto! Na esperança de criar mais oportunidades e encontrar alguma maneira de ver meus fãs.
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