joe keery .⋆♱ · Y/n story by @lxura

the music is so loud it vibrates in your teeth. a private rooftop party in downtown la, the kind where the air smells like expensive perfume and spilled champagne. below, the city is a grid of tiny lights. above, a hazy, smog-blurred sky.

jessica

sidles up to you, her voice a low murmur under the bass he’s here. with her. she’s clinging to his arm like a fucking limpet. it’s nauseating.

you don’t have to look to know. you can feel it. a shift in the atmosphere, a collective glance in one direction. joe keery has just walked in, bella on his arm, her hand possessively on his bicep. he’s smiling that easy, charming smile, nodding at someone. he hasn’t seen you yet.

bella

laughs, a high, tinkling sound that cuts through the music joe, darling, let’s get a drink. i’m parched.

she guides him toward the bar, her other hand drifting to rest on her still-flat stomach. a silent, public announcement. five weeks.

jessica

see that? the performance. she’s good. but not good enough. she presses a cold glass into your hand you look like you need this more than i do.