Whereās Dylan?
good-juujuu:
āYouāre the ying, and Iām the yang.ā Jude flicked the cigarette into the garbage can. His muscles hurt from the bus ride home. A snort fell from his nose as he laughed at the girl in front of him.Ā āAs if, you dont scare me, Hails. Youāre about as intimidating as a mouse. A cute little mouse.ā He chuckled, tapping the end of her nose with his finger.
āMeant to be. Canāt have one without the other.ā Her cigarette burned idly between her fingers. She didnāt smoke much anymore but she hadnāt quite kicked the habit. She still liked the aftertaste of her Camels. She crinkled her nose at the tap against it, scrunching it up before playfully biting at Judeās finger.Ā āDonāt test me, Jude.ā
















