uh, why do you care what my weekend plans are? 🤨
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“ sup haze. ” josie’s eating skittles. only the yellow ones. “ want the rest? ”
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eyes slightly glazed over, reality blurred. in this dream space there was no shitty cafeteria food, no football, nothing but josie and isabel.
but not for long.
at pj’s question, she grins toothily, “ and who’s to say i didn’t make out
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with her. ”
she tries to lean on the cafeteria counter cause she’s cool, she’s sauve , she’s a successful girl kisser, but she kinda misses and goes off balance.
recovering, she continues, “ but you know what they say, you don’t kiss
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( extremely enthusiastic — )
oh… hi jeff. to what do i owe the pleasure of your acquaintance.
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i was waiting for lucky number 13 to hit my line before i responded. so STOP YELLING — LOOK NOW I’M YELLING.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
@PUNCHEDPJ WAKE THE FUCK UP
YOU CUNT-SUCKING PIECE OF SHIT
I'VE CALLED YOU 12 TIMES
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
oh wow, brittany, that’s so sweet… uh, i don’t really drink coffee. the caffeine, like, makes me ( wig ) out.
( but she can’t say no ?! THAT’s RUDE. )
you know what, i’ll take it. a couple sips can’t kill me.
uh, well, hello.
( insert awkward, unnecessary jazz hands. ) i am here to entertain.
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jeez what are the bandaids gonna do?:?:$:@
( nevertheless she takes one & puts it over the bridge of her nose. she keeps her hand up to stint the bleeding. luckily the damage seems minimal and the shock was the worst of it. )
no. not yet. i’m working on it. don’t jinx me.










