the park bench

t w e n t y f i v e

t w e n t y f i v e

"so is everything with blondie alright?" heather asked.

joanne shrugged. "yeah, but there's something weird between us now-"

"love?"

"shut up?" joanne copied heather's tone, flipping her hair back. "ever since i walked in on that, it's been weird."

"it's her embarrassment clouding the place, just chill you'll get over it." heather dismissed. "now, tell me. are you bi or gay or something?"

the brunette groaned. "not this again." she got off her bed and pulled heather to her feet. "time for you to go missy, also, tell jo about this and i will have your head."

"you're not as charming as your brother." heather pouted as joanne showed her to the door. "but answer me, oh my god, do you like blondie?"

"well, you're not as charming as lark who has a name." joanne sneered, pushing her friend out the front door and slamming it. "oh, and heather?" she called from behind the closed door.

"yes, jojo?" heather replied from her lawn.

"i might be."

the brunette heard heather's loud squeal.