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“Can I just hide with you for a little bit? My family is trying to drop by and won’t leave me alone. Please?”
erica looks him up and down, before shrugging and stepping aside to allow him entrance. ❝your side.❞ she points across from her small bean bag chair.
“so… i’ve been meaning to ask you something,” she started off while walking towards the other. she sat beside them and crossed her leg with a small smile. jorja was being dramatic, so it took her a few seconds before asking her question. “you wanna go summer jam with me? my friend got me a few tickets, and well, i thought i’d might as well ask you.”
erica barely looked up from her time magazine at the sound of jorja’s voice. ❝i don’t do well in crowds.❞ she responds, switching legs to cross them again.
“This is all hypothetical, I swear… But, say I found a monster dildo in those bushes over there… Like, huge… The size of my arm… What would you suggest I do? Leave it? Take it & sell it on eBay? Call the cops? Again, hypothetical… Totally not a real situation that is plaguing my mind right now.”
❝why would you sell a used dildo on ebay?❞
“My favorite thing about living in the city is definitely the street corner food. It’s lit. It’s good. It’s a little piece of heaven. What about you? What’s your favorite thing?”
❝the noise.❞
Amethyst’s arms were crossed against her chest, a cigarette in hand, her weight shifted to one leg. “I hope you got more action at that party than I did.” She scoffed. “I didn’t even kiss anyone.” The blonde paused for a moment. “No, I did kiss someone, but that was it.”
❝i didn’t go.❞
The down fall of always being in search of fashion ideas and trends was that poor Sadie often got caught looking at someone for too long - it didn’t exactly help that she didn’t always catch what they had to say about it. She jumped, blinking when the person she had been staring at in the store moved, “S-sorry, i wasnt..” she let out a nervous laugh, “I was just admiring your outfit, sorry.I promise its not creepy, its kind of my job”
erica looked down at her attire then up at the girl. ❝you get paid to stare at people?❞
“I’m going to be back late tonight, but there’s stuff you can eat in the fridge. Try not to set the house on fire while I’m gone, alright?” the female asked, leaning down to adjust her stocking before standing to her full height, twisting this way and that in the full length mirror next to her closet for a better view. “Do you think this one is good or should I wear a different color?” she asked, looking over her shoulder to meet their gaze.
❝what should i do with these matches then?❞ the corner of her lips twitched upward as she raided the fridge for a fruit cup and dip. erica shrugged, ❝it’s nice.❞ its nice? erica stuffed a well dipped honeydew melon into her mouth. it’s nice.
“So, after that party, I think it’s safe to say that I should probably be going to the nearest confessional as soon as possible. I looked through my phone and there’s so many pictures from events I don’t even remembering happening. The only event I remember vividly is losing my virginity with Brett.” The male spoke, biting down on his pinky finger as he tried to recollect the other events from that night. It was his first real college party and he had experienced way more than he was ready for that night. He had gotten drunk, danced provocatively with guys, had premarital sex and flooded his instagram with risque pictures. “Oh, not to mention, my parents are in town for the week and they saw everything on my instagram, so I’m probably dead after they see me. So, you’re in charge of making my tombstone, okay?”
❝your parents have instagram?❞
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“Because hopefully we’d see the things we’re insecure about aren’t really unique to us,” he shrugs a shoulder, “I just think we’re all very ashamed of our bodies and we should just love ourselves, weird dinkers or weird bubs and all,” he says, giggling.
erica had to admit - if only to herself - it made sense. but even still as progressive as it all sounded, confidence may only contribute to half of the issue. what about those who loved their bodies, but just wasn’t big on sharing? ❝how would you get someone to participate?❞
“So my parents are having a big dinner party tonight in honor of my brother being back in town. I’m talking like a fancy three course meal, wine flown in from France, entertainment, all that crap which makes me doubt it’s just for my brother. I reckon they have a few clients coming too. Anyway would you care to be my date this evening?” Bo asked as she stepped into her room and went off towards the closet. Letting her towel fall to the floor as she walked, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. she knew she had company so being fully nude felt inappropriate. “Or at the very least give me a good excuse to get out of it? My mother said I can bring someone as long as they’re presentable. I swear she thinks I hang out with hobos or something.”
erica sat indian style on bo’s bed engaged in one of her many national geographics as the other spoke. she looked up as bo dropped her towel, only for her eyes to divert back to her magazine. ❝hobos can be presentable.❞ she retorted.
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venus: it finally feels like summer venus: im excited are you?
erica: my excitement can’t be contained.
“Shouldn’t it be Christmas in June instead of July? Since it marks the halfway point until it’s actually Christmas. Anyway – why don’t you sit on Santa’s lap and tell me if you’ve been naughty or nice, hm?”
❝if you’re santa, shouldn’t you already know the answer?❞
“Man I just came back from my sisters graduation and it was boring as hell! They didn’t even throw their caps in the air! The only entertaining part was when the entire auditorium booed when the Senator went to give his speech”
❝where did she graduate from?❞
“I…I didn’t know how to make him leave, so then I told him that the only way he could get me in bed is if he agreed to having a threesome with Elmo, like the literal puppet.” Genie snorted as a laugh escaped her ruby painted lips. “I think I’ve successfully found a way to chase off unwanted pursuers, but watch, soon enough I’ll run into the one freak that’s into that. He’ll be like, oh my god I’ve been waiting to have a threesome with a puppet.” Was she tipsy. Definitely. She rarely had drinks and when she did, it never took long for it to effect her.
erica’s brows lifted, ❝why elmo?❞
“Listen,” Asael waves his hand, “I’m just saying if we were all naked all the time we’d be a lot happier, alright?”
❝how do you figure?❞
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