the park bench

f i v e

f i v e

"heather abigail mason, get back here with my juice!" joanne cried, chasing her best friend down the school halls, "oof!"

she collided with the back of said friend and fell backwards onto the floor. "jojo?" the blonde turned anxiously to her best friend, dragging her into a janitor's closet. "you will tell me if anything is wrong, alright?"

joanne, still pouting and rubbing her backside, raised her eyebrows. "yeah, of course. why are you asking that- oh. he told you?" heather had been in a relationship with joseph for a couple of months now and they were the kind of couple who told each other about everything.

heather nodded, pulling her friend into a hug and murmuring into joanne's ear, "anything you want from me and i'll get it. joanne before my man, remember that, okay?"

"yeah, yeah, and heather mason before i go chasin', i remember our shit rhymes." that earned her a slap on the arm from the blonde. "so since you'll do anything for me, can i have my juice back?"

"oh, hell no."

"i think you're definition of anything is a bit warped."

the blonde giggled. "i think your face is warped."

"you wound me."