the park bench

t w e n t y f o u r

t w e n t y f o u r

lark: welcome back, joanne... and dog?

joanne: my dog woke up when i was sneaking out, so i brought him with me.

lark: he's cute. what's his name? oh, i love you as well, you lil' stinker.

joanne: he's called high.

high: [barks]

lark: and why is this tiny dog named high?

joanne: when we went to adopt a dog, jo didn't want one, so when they let the dogs out the cage, he stood at the back. then, he decided to try to be there when the next cage was opened and high, over here, bolted out and pounced on him and joseph just screamed like a four year old and cried out how this dog was high.

lark: your brother doesn't sound like a football star.

joanne: you should see our school rivals, they're absolutely terrified of him.

lark: speaking of schools.

joanne: no.

lark: i'm really sorry about the whole thing, that's the end of my experience with friends with benefits.

joanne: no, no, make whatever friends you want, just lock the god damn door.

lark: nah, i've got my sights set on someone.

high: [barks louder]

joanne: man, he wants to go shit. i'll see you tomorrow, then.

lark: of course.

joane: bye!

high: [bark]

lark: don't sound so excited.

joanne: good fucking bye.