phoenix-castillo:
Phoenix burst out laughing at Monica’s confusion. “Do you really not know yeet? You must be older than I thought!” When she thought about it, she seemed to mostly have older friends, and Maggie was one the few ones who could meme at her level. After a good minute of laughter at her ancient friend, she composed herself enough to teach this valuable lesson. “I’m sorry,” she said, still amused, “yeet was just such a big deal a few years ago among us kids. It’s just something you yell. I don’t think it really means anything, but it’s yelled a lot when throwing stuff, like in that vine. Which you obviously haven’t seen, tragically.” Gesturing to the rock in Monica’s hand, she ordered, “Here, you give it a try and show me what you got.”
“Oh! Excuse you, I’m thirty-two!” Monica protested, but there was a grin shining through her mock outrage, and her words were followed by laughter; she wasn’t actually insulted. She knew her humor wasn’t very in touch with even just what her little brother, on a few years younger than her, found funny, especially when it came to internet culture. Phoenix’s explanation of the exclamation was only further baffling, and though Monica nodded along and took the words into stride, she didn’t really understand. Ah, well.
She nodded with mock seriousness at Phoenix’s instruction, turning to face the lake. She’d seen people throw rocks on television before, and what came to mind was a sideways toss reliant on the motion of her wrist, so that was what she tried to replicate... and the rock sank into the lake with a splash upon contact.
