soojugns
Jo was a mess she truly was. Here she was, a beautifully cloudy day and while she should be focusing on the splatter of ice cream on the concrete she was more concerned with the length of her friend’s skirt. “Babe...baaaabeee, your skirt’s not short enough for this to work.” It must be the heat. The heat that retreated behind a shitty cloud whose excess spilled into her vulgar ventures. She’s with Soojung; nowadays she’s always with Soojung. She can barely leave the girl’s side. Attached at the hip wasn’t right, more like.....fused and defused in the right moments. In the shower, maybe. In the late night compulsions of her demons, more so. She took to nudging her friend over, no use crying over the spilled cone.
“He’s gonna come over here, you’ve gotta bend to catch the ice cream!” Her ice cream. That she’d dropped on purpose. Since they’ve arrived to the outdoor parlor, she’d made it her absolute duty to get Soojung hitched with the cute waiter. Emphasis on cute.