#bcllerinaxnatalie

[jvliesimon-blog]

@bcllerinaxnatalie

Julie picked another handful of popcorn from the bowl. The laptop screen darkened as the movie finished. She knew watching Magic Mike wasn’t Natalie’s first choice, so she was ever more grateful that the other girl had tolerated it. She had always tolerated Julie. “What is your type?” Julie said instead. “I’ve always had suspicion, but don’t think I’ve heard it from you specifically. Anything, physical, personality, whatever.”

[damnkeaton]

@bcllerinaxnatalie

A plastic cup filled with way too much vodka and cheap cola from the local grocery store balanced carefully between Keaton’s knees, while he ate fast food mozzarella sticks that he didn’t even buy. Now that he thought about it, he had no idea where they even came from. He thrusted the paper container toward Natalie, with a hazy look in an eye that was supposed to suggest that he was offering to share but in reality didn’t even come across, as Keaton’s sunglasses were still on even though they were inside the hotel. “They’re so good, why don’t all fast food places make mozzarella sticks?”