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natasha & 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖆.
luckily for dana, tash was just gullible enough to not have a clue where they were going. it didn’t matter how long she’d lived in honeydew, as someone who never drove, she usually took whatever weird paths and shortcuts she could find to get around. “ god, you sound like a boomer. i think i should just do what i want, when i want. yanno?? like spongebob. ” natasha did perk up at the mention of spongebob, a man that was dear to her heart, if you could call him that. “ well, i’m glad you’ve decided to acknowledge the fact that that might just be exclusive to you, dana. ” she let out an offended gasp when she’d finally looked out the window. “ wait a minute. i hope we’re just here for the free parking. ”
“don’t you dare call me a boomer! oh my god, im twenty-three, not forty. my dad instilled a tragically strong work ethic into me, what can I say?” she stifled a laugh. “though i don’t know if you should really model your life after spongebob’s? wait, wait, your life is almost kind of like his though. without the rich parents thing. think about it.” dana’s epiphany was cut short by, well, being found out. “we are here because i am simultaneously the worst and best friend who just wants to see you skate around because you’re so darn good at it dang it! and also maybe the cute guys. but mostly the first thing. do not say anything.”
















