jellybean.
“do you know how to fix a jukebox that’s decided to give up on life?” it was as good as a rhetorical question, because jellybean was fairly confident when it came to the answer. she didn’t - and she had been feeding the machine dollars and punching in the numbers of her favorite songs for about as long as she could REMEMBER. in fact ; it remained to be seen, and always would, now, but she was pretty sure that she knew the pages of choice inside this thing off by heart. losing something like that really sucked. “nevermind. you don’t. i don’t. no one does. she’s just…- gone, and we’re all meant to be OKAY with that.”
“i won’t lie to you- i know absolutely nothing about jukeboxes,” he answered her question with a laugh, a sheepish grin appearing across his face as he lifted an arm to scratch the back of his neck. “however- i think i can move it away from the wall,” he slowly started to talk, explaining his idea as it came to him, “and then perhaps you can take a look to see if something’s wrong?” he finished with a shrug, his eyes fixed on the girl as he waited for a response.










