#lostkiids

[text]: then go get yourself some lucky charms !!! [text]: what are you telling me for?

[ text ]: I don’t have Lucky Charms. Papa says I can’t have cereals with too much sugar. [ text ]: If I say please will you bring me some?

     "I uh, would normally agree, but I would really.... really appreciate it if you could tell me where I can get a cup of coffee around here? I’m...” He sighs and brushes his hand through his black hair, “.... a bit stressed. And could use caffeine to take the edge off.”

‘ WELL.  this  sucks. ’

janis  stood  with  her  hands  in  her pockets,  watching  as  coach  carr  retreated  in  the  direction  of  two  exceptionally  dumbfounded  boys  to  help  them  assemble  their  tent.  camping  had  seemed  like  a  great  idea  at  the  off-set.  she’d  spent the  past  month  envisioning  a  weekend-long  sleepover  with  her  best  friend  and  an opportunity to watch a  ton  of  spooky,  wilderness-themed  horror  movies  on  the  laptop  he’d  brought  stashed  at  the bottom  of  his  duffle-bag.

unfortunately  that  dream  was  dead  and  gone.  boys  and  girl  weren’t  allowed  to  share tents  for  ‘obvious reasons’  (in  coach  carr’s  own  words),  the  irony  of  which  escaped  their  blissfully  ignorant  school  staff. 

it  was  for  that  reason that  janis  found  herself  stood  beside  regina’s  newest minion-in-training.  the  demon  bitch herself  was,  of  course,  nowhere to be seen.  janis  liked  to  think  of  herself  as  relatively  open-minded,  but  the  thought  of  snuggling  up  with  a  wannabe plastic  for  the  weekend  was  truly  vomit-inducing. 

   karen pulls the blanket up to her shoulders, glancing over at the girl laying beside her. she’s still trying to process what exactly had just happened. she’s got a reputation for being, well, a whore, but she’s never hooked up with another girl before. mandy had it right. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” she hums in compliance, best to just start pretending right away as she slips out of her bed to grab her underwear and shirt, quickly putting them on. “nothing happened here.” she flashes mandy a quick look. it might have been the others idea to pretend this never happened, buy if mandy ever spoke a word of this to anyone karen would go all savage on her.

          Mandy Milkovich isn’t good at much, but there are at least two things she’s got real skill for: sex, and never having to remember anything more than vague snatches of it after it’s over. Those talents have served her well over the course of her life, and as she sits up in bed next to Karen Jackson of all people, she’s real relieved to find that those strengths have held. She picks at a flaky scab on her knee, just for something to do, and accidentally catches Karen out of the corner of her eye. Mandy clears her throat, just a little bit, and then speaks up.