#winterboxx

Lemon rolled her eyes, resting her head against the tree trunk she was sitting by. “You can’t judge a book by its cover, you know. Maybe she just hasn’t approached you because she’s afraid she’ll scare you off. I mean look at you, you look like you slept with a nightlight through high school.”

“Oh fuck off,” she huffed, though she supposed there might be a tinge of truth to it. She was small and dressed mostly in pastels, creating a stark contrast to the dark-clothed, tattooed girl she was pining after.

“Christ, we’re not getting anywhere with this, are we?” Lemon groaned and pushed herself to her feet.

“Where are you going?”

But Lemon was already walking away, walking towards Scarlett. “Hey, my friend thinks you’re hot. Go talk to her if you’re into it, because I’ve reached my limit here.” She didn’t give Scarlett a chance to respond either, leaving in another direction entirely.

Juice had no idea what Lemon did, but all of the sudden, Scarlett was walking towards her and panic instantly set in. She contemplated running or faking an emergency phone call from her mom. But she couldn’t decide on a plan before Scarlett was sitting beside her.

“Hey.”

She swallowed thickly, swearing she could taste her heart in her throat. “Hey.”

“Your friend kinda blew up your spot,” Scarlett told her. “Said you think I’m hot and I should come see you if the feeling’s mutual. She’s kind of a bitch, but I think she meant well.”

Juice laughed softly, feeling calm a lot quicker than she expected. “That’s Lemon, yeah. I’m Julianna, by the way, but just call me Juice.”

“Juice,” Scarlett echoed. “Cute. I’m Scarlett, not a big nickname fan for myself honestly.” She was quiet for a beat, lips pursed. “And continuing that ‘honest’ theme, I’m surprised I’m your type.”

“Well, you are,” she hummed. “I think you’re beautiful.”

Scarlett grinned, shifting closer to the shorter girl. “Thanks, I think you’re beautiful too. So… coffee?”