no. I don't like the cold. or the wet. or the gray. or parkas. or turtle necks.
𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕 accepting
Nora’s brows lifted almost immediately, the corners of her mouth tugging in a way that always carried a hint of judgment. “So basically, you hate everything that makes winter, winter.” she said dryly, her voice laced with just enough sarcasm to make her point.
Without giving Juliet the satisfaction of more argument, Nora flopped herself across her friend’s bed in dramatic fashion, letting out a groan so exaggerated it filled the room. She threw an arm over her face as if the weight of the world had suddenly crushed her.
“We’re never going to agree on a girls trip like this.” she complained loudly, her voice muffled under her arm. “You want sunshine and bikinis, I want cozy sweaters and hot cocoa. This is literally impossible.”
She peeked one eye open to glance at Juliet. “At this rate we’re going to end up at, I don’t know, a theme park in the middle of Kansas just so we can avoid rain and sun.”
