Stuck in the 50s (girlxgirl)

Cocoa or Hot Chocolate

*THREE MONTHS LATER*

I ran up to Brooklyn, my feet crunchin' on the snow. "Hi!"

She whipped around. "Hey!"

We walked together to Beatrice's like we had planned. Winter break was good fun but it was also freezing.

"There's so much snow!" I commented.

"Pfft." Brooklyn shook her head.

"What?"

"Its just..." She smiled. "This is barely six inches. In New York we'd get up to six feet."

My eyes widened as I imagined it. I shivered. "Well it is cold."

Brooklyn shrugged. "It's only about 30 degrees. In New York it'd get down to the negatives with an even colder wind chill."

"Oh stop it." I sighed playfully. "I get it. You think we're all weak."

She shrugged, smirkin'. "Maybe just a teeny bit."

I laughed and we linked arms. I rested my head on her shoulder and we resumed walkin'. We found we could do this because a lot of other girls did it with their best friends. For us there was just more meaning behind it.

We reached Beatrice's and sat in our booth.

"What'll it be?" A waitress named Rhonda asked. She snapped her gum and looked bored.

"Two hot chocolates please." I smiled politely.

Rhonda just rolled her eyes and walked off to get the drinks. She'd never been very friendly.

"So when does basketball cheerleading start?" Brooklyn asked.

"When we get back to school. I'm really excited to be cheerin' again."

Brooklyn grinned. "I don't understand how you like that stuff."

"It's just like you with your dancin'." I shrug. "And singin'." I poked her playfully and smiled. "Which you still won't let me hear."

Now it was her turn to shrug. She looked down at her floral combat boots, blushin'. "I'm not that good. This is why I can't show you. You're hopes are so high. I'd disappoint you."

"I'm sure that you wouldn't."

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Oh believe me, I would."

We argued playfully until Rhonda came back with our hot chocolate.

"Quit foolin'." She said with a Stoney expression. "You're being so loud I can't hear myself think."

She left and we both looked at each other for a minute before bursting into laughter.

We laughed until we cried and clutched our stomachs and nearly wet ourselves. It felt so good.

Once we quieted we chatted about this and that and sipped our hot chocolate until it was gone.

"Their hot chocolate is the best." Brooklyn said, stretching contentedly. "It's almost as good as New York's."

I scoffed. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." She smirked.

"You always talk about how great New York is. I don't think I believe you."

"I guess I'll just have to show you someday."

"I hope you will."

We both smirked at each other for a bit and looked away at the same time.

"So what's your passion?"