Starter for @florald4ze (Joy)
When: Present
Where: Downtown (Joy's Apartment)
For most of Julie’s life she drifted in the background much like a cloud. Every now and then she covered the sun or the moon, but no matter what she tended to disappear. It wasn’t her fault, at least not at first, her mother was cigarette smoke she burned brightly and lingered but never for long. So, who could blame Julie for not knowing how to stick around for people?
She tried, or was trying, Joy was Julie’s best friend. Well, Joy and Jiji. It was strange but in a new way, like learning to write, having a close friend. One to exchange house keys with and babysit pets and belongings when they were gone. Julie was seated criss-crossed in front of Joy’s coffee table with JiJi curled underneath, contentedly purring. The key turned in the lock, once then twice. “It’s unlocked,” Julie called.
She looked away from the TV and offered a slight wave. “Yours is in the fridge,” she was referring to an iced coffee much like the one in her own hand. “Jiji was crying for you so I let myself in.”
