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Give Us A Little Love - Fallulah
Where do we belong, where did we go wrong If there’s nothing here, why are we still here?
“Thanks for the light. Do you smoke or are you just one of those pyromaniacs?”
“No problem. Nah, not a pyromaniac, just a smoker. Not those kinds of cigarettes, though.”
“Make whatever you have to say quick. I have a plane home to catch and a daddy with expensive presents waiting at the other end.”
“Oh I just wanted to ask where you got your shoes, they’re really nice.”
“Nope. No way. Don’t even think about it. I’m on a break. You’ll have to ask someone else for your skinny caramel macchiato with extra froth, punk.”
“… I was just gonna ask if you had a light, my lighter’s out,” she says, holding up the purple lighter and shaking it a bit. “Has someone actually ordered that before?”
Slack-jawed, Nerissa’s gaze found the blonde; it was like sitting beside a yippy ass chihuahua. The only word she’d picked up on was Chipotle, having ignored the rest of her spiel. “What the fuck is a Chipotle?” She quipped, crossing her arms.
Candy tilted her head some, confused that the girl didn’t know what Chipotle was but she didn’t dwell on it. “It’s this Mexican food place. Great burritos,” she explains, pulling her phone out again and sighing a bit when she checked the battery life once more. “I was hoping I could find someone that knew where it was so I wouldn’t waste my phone battery using maps,” she says with a sigh.
Walking inside the convenience store to grab a bag of chips and a pack of menthol cigarettes. His sunglasses covering his eyes, which is helpful because he just got punched on his left eye by someone whom he pissed off at a local bar last night. Still a bit drunk from last night, he walked around the convenience store to see what else he would want to buy when someone beside him asked something in the most sweet, yet slightly annoying voice. “Eh? Chipotle? That one Mexican store? I can, but it’s not as near…nine blocks away…”
“Yes, that place,” she nods quickly, smiling a little more, glad he knew where one was. When he told her it was nine blocks away, though, she frowned. It would take her longer than she expected to go get lunch and then go back home to finish unpacking. Sighing some, she bit her lip and checked the time on her phone quickly. She didn’t have a set schedule yet, so she could afford to make the walk. “It’s fine, walking’s good exercise. If you don’t mind showing me I’ll repay you with food?”
“Uh–” Ren said, puzzled, looking around to see if there was anyone else she might have been talking to. “There’s one at the mall nearby, if you know your way there it should be pretty easy to locate, but I…could walk you, if you wanted?”
Candy wrinkled her nose, shaking her head a little. “I’m kinda new to the city. I just got here a few days ago,” she explains, giving a little shrug. “Could you please? My friend is dying for a burrito bowl and I’m trying to rush back and finish unpacking.”
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“What? No, Olive, I don’t even remember where it is, I’m not getting you a burrito bowl,” she says into the phone as she flips through the magazines of the local convenience store. “Ugh, fine, but we’re marathoning Criminal Minds,” she rolls her eyes some, but smiles at her friend’s response. “Deal, alright, love ya, bye,” she hums, ending the call and pouting when she saw her phone was at 15%. Looking over to the person beside her, she put on her sweetest smile. “Excuse me? Hi, you wouldn’t mind showing me to the nearest Chipotle, would you?”
“I really don’t care about your convenient lil’ laptop excuse. All I know is you better get your ass down to the library or drop eight hundred on a new Mac because this is due tomorrow at eight AM sharp you fu–” Charlotte paused, noting she was no longer alone as someone walked in. She immediately changed her angry tone. “–Just get it done, okay?”
“Sorry. Group projects, ya know. They’re great, having to constantly make up for other people’s incompetence.”
Candy had decided to head to the library, mostly to keep from being cooped up in the apartment while Olive went to explore the campus. She had no interest in knowing where anything but her classes for next year were and where there was decent food on campus. Hearing the girl practically growling into her phone, she smirked, raising a brow when she was noticed. “I get it. People don’t understand the importance of grades and all that shit. Do the project yourself, take the credit.”
“I mean, I don’t think that’s a huge problem but—”
“——What? No, no I’m fine.”
“Woah, what was that? Are you hungover or something?”
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@olivejuice: chipotle chipotle chipotle chipotle chipotle
@olivejuice: oh also, chipotle.
@candykisses: we had chipotle yesterday tho
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@rebelnat: A dumpster.
@candykisses: as nice as an invite to your home is, i'll pass thank you.