white sky

“No, no, it’s quite alright.” she replied, taking the book and tucking it under her arm. “I was just worried it was gone forever.”

“Of course not! Everything has a way of turning up eventually.” 

I, uhm, I-I’m sorry? I d-didn’t hear what you s-s-said.

“Do you want a lollipop? I have extras, is all.” 

What makes you think I actually want to talk to you?

“Sorry, I guess? I just thought you’d want to know you had dirt on your butt, but...” 

“I have vodka, Jack Daniels, regular wine coolers, and beer.”

“Ooh. Let’s go with a wine cooler. I’m not a beer girl, and Jack and Vodka have to be mixed.” 

“Amen to that, sister.”

“Same goes to you, by the way. Feel free to use me as proof.”

“The way you’re looking at me right now is making me a little uncomfortable.”

“I -- Um, sorry. I was just a little zoned out, I think, because, well, I still didn’t quite...understand, I guess.” 

Of course I’m offering! What monster do you take me for?

“The selfish kind? I don’t know. What do you have?” 

“Yes ma’am. I’ll remember.”

“Good. Because, frankly, if I get another talk about how it’s okay to be gay, just not in front of the grandparents, I’ll scream.” 

Iris nodded, adjusting the books in her arms so they rested on her hip. “That is mine….I just noticed it was gone.”

“Alright, I’m sorry then. I didn’t mean to invade, especially since you probably would’ve gotten it,” she smiled sheepishly, handing the book back. “I just didn’t want anyone to keep it, is all.” 

Sometimes bobby pins aren’t enough. Those days are hell on Earth.

“Right? I miss barrettes. They held better. Sometimes I just want to cut it all off. Could I pull off a pixie do you think?”

It’s always time for a drink.

“You’re actually offering, right? Like, it’s not a hypothetical? Because if I have to find my own alcohol, I’ll be pretty pissed.” 

It’s always time for a drink.

“You’re actually offering, right? Like, it’s not a hypothetical? Because if I have to find my own alcohol, I’ll be pretty pissed.” 

“Hey, if you ever need a fake boyfriend to shush those rumors, I’ll be here.”

“Listen, when I actually end up asking you to lie to my parents about that, just remember that you offered, okay?”

I don’t think they’d go for humans. We’re too blood hungry on our own.

“What if it’s like sharks and they mistake us for food, though? That’d be wild.” 

That moment when your hair just won’t cooperate. It’s like a fucking Shakespearean tragedy.

“I understand completely. Mine is so horrific sometimes. Nothing keeps it together.”

Whoever is next can come in. What seems to be the problem?

“My throat seems, like, really swollen. I don’t know what to do about it.” 

-looks down at the journal in your characters hands- Can I….uhm…have that back, please?

“Is it yours? I found it on the ground over there,” she turned to look at where she pointed, ponytail whipping around. She frowned, worried that it wasn’t the girl’s. “I just want to make sure it gets back to its owner.”