"Why do you have a verified Instagram?" I asked Coralyn.
Yes, I had found myself coming over to her house once again. Because of the obvious reasons that I was bored out of my little mind. And that I felt bad about how I talked to her yesterday at lunch.
"That would be because I'm famous." She replied using a wooden spatula to stir something in a saucepan.
"No, you're not." I replied clicking at one of her pictures and scrolling down to the comments.
"Yes, I am." She huffs. "I'm famous. Goggle me. There's a really pretty picture of me in wikki."
I laughed but nevertheless kept scrolling through her very colorful Instagram.
"But what're you doing on my Instagram anyway?" She asks. "Don't you do some funny stuff. I mean it."
"Gee, I'm not doing some funny stuff." I retort. "Just looking at pictures."
"Oh-okay, then." She hums. "But do set up all those thingies you needa okay?"
"Yes, yes I will." I reply going back to scrolling. Coralyn got a really new pretty purple phone she said and handed me a brand new iPhone so that I could set it up because- oh well, she can't. And they're is nobody home to do it for her.
Sweet woman even wrote down her passwords in pretty pink ink for me. I sigh.
"What are you making anyway?" I ask getting up from the chair I was occupying and wondering over to her where she was working on the kitchen. On the pan there was some rouge-y mixture on which she dumped generous amounts of marshmallow.
"Rice crispies." Coralyn giggled. "I haven't had them in a while and now that boys are back- they love them!"
I nodded. The idea of grown men loving rice crispies makes me want to burst into giggles.
"Your pretty purple phone is set up." I announce. "I added your card too."
"Tank you, sweet corn." She hums.
"You're welcome." I smile.
A silence follows us. But it's nothing the sort of uncomfortable silence that looms over like a grey cloud. It's good silence. I like it.
So, I thinker through the kitchen. Lusting over the new appliances she got recently.
"Blaire?" I hear her motherly tone.
"Mm?" I ask. "Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something?" She asks pouring the hot mixture of marshmallow and butter and what I saw her putting into the rouge thing over a large dish loaded with rice crisps.
"Sure." I reply absentmindedly walking back to the chair I was occupying and taking a seat. It was almost lunch and Coralyn had sneaked me a piece of cake from the desert she was going to serve for lunch. I nibbled on the delicacy.
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The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]
Romance~DISCONTINUED~ 25-09-20 ____________________________________ WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS ADULT THEME, SEXUALIZED SITUATIONS, GRAPHIC CONTENTS, MATURE LANGUAGE, and in NO WAY is APPLICABLE for readers under 18 years of age. Don't contain any fluff ra...