You tapped your foot on the floor as you scrolled through Spotify. You somehow managed to get it working despite not having any internet or service. Your fingers tapped against the screen as your scrolled through your account to make sure all of your playlist were there. Luckily they were.

You sighed in relief as you turned your phone off and place it back on your charger. You turned your bedside lamp off and threw the covers over you body as you tried to get comfortable.

It's been a couple of days since Formaggio kidnapped you and your team chewed you out for worrying them, despite it not being your fault.

You woke up to the usual routine of Narancia and Mista waking you up in the weirdest way possible. Today it was Narancia jumping on your bed and catapulting you off of it.

You grunted as you hit the floor and looked at the two boys. "I swear, I need to get someone else to wake me up instead of you two..." You groaned as Narancia rolled off your bed and landed on top of you. "Fuck, you're heavy." Mista decided to join in on the (Y/n) pile, "I can't breath!" You repeatedly hit your hand on the floor as they slowly got off of you.

"Let's go, bambina." Mista picked you up and swung you over his shoulder as he marched down the hall with Narancia trailing behind him. He tossed you on the couch as the cool leather woke you up slightly. You sat up drowsily and turned the tv on as Mista and Narancia took their seats next to you.

Mista did the classic yawn as he stretched his arm over your shoulder with Narancia acting as a blanket on your lap. You accepted the warmth and relaxed on the couch while everyone slowly made their way down stairs.

You twirled your finger around Narancia's black curls as you watched the cartoon play out on the tv. You could already tell it was going to be a slow moving day from the pace everyone was moving at.

You continued playing with Narancia's hair until you felt a tug on your cheek. You assumed it was Mista trying to be a attention whore, so, you swatted at your cheek and heard a loud high pitched yelp. You looked to the side to see Mista rubbing his head with flying across the room.

"Oop..." You watched as the hit Abbacchio in the back of his head as it collided with the goth. Abbacchio whirled around in his chair with his coffee still in his hand with his hair tied up in a man-bun. You looked away and acted like you didn't just hit him with Mista's stand.

"(Y/n)..." Abbacchio calmly called as you slowly looked at him, "Yeah, chief?" You kept a neutral expression on your face as you tried to play off your accident. "Did you just hit me with one of the ?" You immediately shook your head as the stand flew back to Mista to watch the chaos unfold.

"Nope!" You popped the P as you continued watching tv, with your hand still buried in Narancia's hair. "Miiiiista! (Y/n) hit me and made me fly into Abbacchio~!" whined, knowing-full-well what he was doing. "Traitor!" You yelled as stuck his tongue out as he laughed before disappearing into the gunslinger's hat.

You looked back at Abbacchio; only, to see he wasn't sitting at the table anymore. You heard a growl from behind you and gulped as you slowly craned your neck to the ceiling to see Abbacchio glaring at you.

"Have I told you how good you look this morning?" You smiled awkwardly as his eyes narrowed even more. He smacked the back of your head causing you to yelp in pain as you held your head, "Next time don't lie, and I won't hit you as hard." You nodded your head as you hissed in pain.

Abbacchio made his way back to the dinning table and took a long sip from his coffee. Bucccciarati came out of the kitchen with food balancing on his arms as he placed the plates of food on the table.

You observed everyone as they did their weirdly normal routine, you, Narancia, and Mista would watch tv on the couch in the morning, Giorno and Fugo would sit at the dinner table with books in their hands, Trish would join them eventually with a magazine, sometimes she would share with Giorno. Bucciarati would make breakfast and sometimes Abbacchio would help, or he would sit on the recliner and drink coffee with his Walkman playing some random tape.

You somehow took note of this information at some point in your stay, and it wasn't really surprising since you were a observant person sometimes.

You were broken away from your thoughts with Mista pulling you towards him with the sitting on both of you. You stuck you hand out and let sit on it as you ran your finger over his head. You did this for a couple of minutes before hearing Narancia let out a whine, "(Y/n)~ my head is cold!" You snorted and put the on your shoulder before returning your hand to Narancia's hair.

The started whining from the lack of affection which made you grunt in annoyance, "Damn ya'll are some thirsty hoes," You laughed as Narancia and Mista made noises of confusion. You crossed your arms and pulled away from Mista slightly as you waited for breakfast to be fully ready, which didn't take long since Bucciarati was delivering his last rounds of food.

You all ate and joked around a bit as you finished your plates. You were on dishes so you were washing for the morning as you went through your routine in your head.

You quickly finished and showered before changing into something comfortable: black draw string sport shorts, and a oversize band t shirt that Mista let you borrow since you yet to buy your own clothes... you should probably change that today.

You plopped down on the couch and lounged across it as you changed the channel. You only got a few minutes of tv before you felt your cheek get poked. You hummed as you looked at Trish who was standing slightly behind the couch, "Hey, Trish, what can I do for you?" You flipped to the next channel as you heard something rustle.

You looked back at the bubblegum colored girl to see a bag in her hand, that possibly stored makeup or some kind of product. You quirked a brow and sat up as she tried to find her words.

"I was wondering i-if... you want to hang out with me today? It's fine if you don't want to..." She trailed off as you lit up. "Hell yeah!" You grabbed the girl's hand as you jumped over the couch and headed down the hall to Trish's room.

You swung the door open to take in the sight of the L shaped pink room. Her bed had a nest of blankets formed on it with pillows propped up, like someone has been sitting in bed for awhile. Your eyes trailed to the giant vanity that had a ungodly amount of nail polishes, perfumes, hair products, makeup, and other body products. The mirror was decorated with pictures of the gang and stickers.

You walked into the room and looked behind the door to see a shoe rack that had many shoes ranging from heels to sneakers. There was also a long full body mirror on the wall next to the door across from the shoe rack, the mirror had a light pink plastic frame. You hummed in approval as you assumed the room few feet in front of the vanity to be the bathroom.

"Wow, your room is cool!" You stared in awe as you plopped down in the nest of blankets on her bed. It was slightly bigger than a twin which gave you and Trish plenty of room as she took a seat on the end furthest away from the door.

She unzipped the small plastic bag and pulled a assortment of nail polishes out. She hummed as she shifted through them until she stopped on a neon pink nail polish. She shook it a few times and motioned for you to stick your hands out.

You didn't notice it until now as she painted the neon polish on, but, She was wearing light grey sweats and a light pink t shirt, it suited her.

After finishing one of your fingers, Trish was trying to think of a conversation topic, then she got it, why not about school since they found you in a school uniform, and she would like to know more about schools in the future.

"So what are high schools like in the future?" She swiped another coat of the neon pink polish on your finger as you thought for a moment.

"Well... It depends who you're asking. Luckily, you asked the right person who hears everything and makes up fake holidays and seasons based on how students act." You snorted as you remembered observing your peers with your friends as you gossiped about anything and everything.

She hummed in thought as she looked for a good question to ask, "What did kids do around this time of year?" You snorted as you thought of every October that you've gone through in High School. It may have been strict but when it came to uniforms around the cold season, they were a little more laid back.

"Well for starters, 'Hoodie Season' begins at this time of year." You scrunched your nose up as you remember girls trying to collect as many as boy's hoodies as they could. Trish quirked a brow as she encouraged you to go on,

"Girls would basically try and get as many hoodies from guys as possible. There's a whole code on it! And in return they give the boys scrunchies." You laughed as you remember female students wandering the halls with over sized hoodies, while the boys showed off all of scrunchies they received from females like they were trophies.

"Really?" Trish has finished one of your hands and was beaming at you with curiosity. "Yeah, they were thirsty little fuckers. If they wore a hoodie that meant they were interested or dating, if they tied it around their waist then they were basically friend zoning the poor guy. And then there was the occasional hoodie burners, which meant a relationship was over... or they just returned it like a normal person." You snorted as you remember seeing video after video of girls burning their ex's hoodie.

Trish was laughing at the thought as she looked up; Mista and Giorno were peaking into the room in awe from the things they heard, she just motioned for them to be quiet. You looked up, confused on why Trish stopped painting your nails. "Is everything gucci?" You questioned as she looked away from the boys. "Yeah! Tell me more, I wanna hear about your experiences, did you get a hoodie?"

You laughed and shook your head. "Hell no! Those thirsty bitches are like rabid dogs, if I got involved then I would've gotten shredded to pieces by hormonal females." Trish laughed and almost messed up one of your nails as she tried to stop. "I swear! They'll be like, 'AHHHHHH! OH. MY. GOD! Did you hear about Jessica and Chad's date?! I heard they went back to her place to 'Netflix and chill!' It's annoying as hell, but entertaining to watch." You were hysterically laughing at you bad voice impression.

Trish just shook her head in amusement and finished your other hand, "Let them dry, then we'll add another coat and possibly do face masks." She motioned to the bathroom across from her vanity. You nodded your head and moved on the bed so your back was against the wall.

Trish got a new bottle of nail polish that was a light pink with glitter and started on her nails, "So what else happens around this time of year?" She questioned as she looked at the first nail she painted. "Welllll... We usually throw a lot of costume parties for Halloween and get really drunk. Although I'm not a big drinker and usually watch over one of my friends while he gets trashed on spiked drinks." You smiled at the memory where you had to carry the man home, unconscious on you back.

"Halloween? Isn't it that one holiday in America where kids dress up or something?" You nodded you head and propped your knee up to lean on it, "I used to have to be look out while one of my friends played a prank on our school's principle's house." You heard Trish giggle as you blew on your nails, "I made a pretty sexy ghost with a sheet over my head." Trish cracked up a bit as she almost messed up her nails from laughing.

After a couple minutes of comfortable silence you decided to get some music playing. "!" You watched as your stand manifested into view with his arms crossed, "It's girl's night... or day, play something good for us."

You watched as he fished around in his back pocket for a few seconds before pulling out a tape and popped it into his mouth. The tape whirled around in his mouth for a few seconds before stopping on a song, and playing.

"Yaaaaasss!" You yelled in approval as you got up to dance to the song. You made your way over the vanity to grab Trish's pink hairbrush and used it as a microphone. You pointed at Trish and started singing to the lyrics.

"I come home, in the morning light. My mother say's 'When you gonna live your life right?'~ Oh momma dear, we're not the fortunate ones. And girls, they wanna have fun! Oh, girls just wanna have fun!~" You struck a pose and winked at Trish, causing her to laugh as she closed the bottle of nail polish.

"You're missing out Miss. Una~" You waved the brush in front of her, hinting to sing along. "I don't know the song." Her face turned into pink a hue in embarrassment. You just shook your head and took the lead.

"The phone rings, in the middle of the night. My father yells, 'What you gonna do with your life?' Oh, daddy dear, you know you're still number one. But girls, they wanna have fun~! Oh, girls just wanna have- That's all they really waaaaaaant! Some fuuuuuuuun! When the working day is done. Oh, girls, they wanna have fun! Oh, girls just wanna have fun,"

You jumped up on the bed and started to move your feat as you started to really get into the singing, "Girls, wanna have-" You plopped back down on the bed for the small break, causing the bed to groan in protest. "I'm kinda high-key loving this morning..." You relaxed and just decided to let the music play and not ruin it with your horrible singing that everyone heard from the living room and upstairs.

You looked at your stand who was doing some girly dance while letting the music play, you shook your head. You looked at your nails and blew on them, wanting them to dry faster. "Hey, Trish?" You questioned as she blew on her nails, she hummed in response, prompting you to go on.

"Do you think we could go shopping today so I can get some actual clothes and not borrow Mista's and your clothes?" She looked up from her nails quickly and gave you a big grin. "Finally! I was getting tired of seeing you in Mista's shirts!" She rolled her eyes as she started waving her hands to dry the polish, "After our nails dry I'll go ask Bucciarati for money, and we can go to a mall!" She basically squealed in excitement as she started moving her hands faster.

After a couple of minutes of both of you shaking your hands trying to dry the polish, you went across the hall to change into something that won't make you look like you woke up in it; which was the same pair of jeans from a few days ago and the band t shirt you were still wearing.

You brushed your hair out a bit and decided to let it air dry since it was almost dry, just slightly damp. You popped you kicks on and slipped your flip phone in your back pocket. You looked in your vanity mirror one last time flipping your hair a bit to make it look natural before running out of your room.

You jogged into the living room to see everyone scurrying around. Narancia was shoving his phone his pocket while Mista ran past you to his room. Abbacchio was downing a cup of coffee like the world was going to end tomorrow. Fugo was using a spoon to look at his hair while he fixed it. Giorno was shoving his wallet in his back pocket as he hurried down the stairs with Bucciarati on his heels.

"Everyone seems... lively? What's up?" You looked at Trish, who was putting shoes on while leaning against the couch. She had a pair of shorts on with a black and pink stripped shirt tucked in. Now that you look around, everyone was wearing pretty normal clothes and didn't look like they modeled for weird exotic magazines.

"Oh! Everyone is coming shopping with us!" She chirped as she forced her last shoe on. You just slowly nodded your head as you now self-consciously, felt under dressed. You felt a arm wrap around your shoulder as Mista gave you a cheeky grin with a purple beanie on his head. "It's going to be fun! Besides, I'm sure you need some stuff for your bedroom." He pointed behind him with his thumb.

Everyone was ready under five minutes and you all crowded into the van like it was a clown car. You sat in the back with Trish and Fugo. Mista, Narancia, and Giorno sat in the middle, while Bucciarati drove with Abbacchio riding shotgun.

The car ride consisted of you and Trish planing on what to get you while Fugo gave you both a few good ideas. Narancia kept complaining about losing eye spy against Giorno and Mista, and Bucciarati and Abbacchio were having a quiet conversation in the front.

The ride only lasted a half an hour and you were siked on being able to shop, finally.

"Okay, time for groups!" Bucciarati clapped his hands together in excitement, "Raise your hand if you want to help (Y/n) shop for clothes and possible items for her room," You watched as everyone's hand shot up, and surprisingly Abbacchio raised his hand too.

You just awkwardly stood there as you looked at everyone. You just wrapped your arm around Trish and smiled, "Girl's day out! Trish has to stay with me!" You declared as Bucciarati nodded his head. "Alright then, Giorno and Mista, Narancia and Fugo, and me and Abbacchio." he made the other groups as everyone started making their way into the large building.

You all immediately dispersed as you and Trish made your way to the first store you saw. It was a clothing department store that had a little bit of everything. You wandered around the store with Trish stopping every few feet behind you, to look at what caught her eye.

After looking around for a couple of minutes you found a section with jeans and started scanning through them. You grabbed a few pairs and tossed them over your shoulder and noticed Trish was gone. You walked around the store for minute until you saw her looking in a mirror with a pink and white baseball cap on.

You walked behind her and gave her a thumbs up. "Looking sharp, queen!" You declared with a mocking bow. She laughed as she flicked the tip of the hat to move it up slightly. "I got what I need, ready to go?" You asked as you pointed to the register that a employee was waiting at. She nodded her head and led the way while you checked out your clothes.

You walked to the next store which happens to be another department store with popular branded shoes and a couple of plain shirts. You skimmed through the shirts and threw a few over your shoulder as you walked into the next aisle.

You saw a few turtle necks and immediately started skimming through a few until you found a over sized (f/c) sweater that you could see yourself wearing over the weekends. You reached for it and bumped hands with someone.

You glanced to your left to see a familiar blonde that you met a few days ago. "Prosicutto?" You questioned as you looked at the sharp looking blonde. He grunted and looked at you then the sweater then back at you with wide eyes. "(Y/n)?" He echoed your name back as you both stared at each other.