𝐆𝐎-𝐆𝐎 | 𝐬.𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬

𝟎𝟏𝟏. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞

Chapter 11

Strawberry Milkshake

If there was one thing that Mitsy loved more than herself, it would be a strawberry milkshake. When she was young and had a decent family, she and Cadence would sneak out late on a Friday night to the Dairy Queen just down the road from school and drink strawberry Milkshakes until they were both throwing up in the bushes on their parents front lawn. It's a surprise she wasn't sick of them.

But remember, this was when she had a decent family, so you could imagine it was some time ago.

That's why today, she sat with a lipstick stained straw to her mouth as Cherry and Marcia rattled her on the events that happened that night she ended up on the east-side.

After leaving that night she wandered over to Cherry's home who welcomed the girl with open arms and let her stay the night, after washing off and changing, the two fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the plush floral pillows on Cherry's bed.

The following morning, Mitsy had gone back home. Bursting through the front door and tip-toeing over the uncleaned glass that littered her floors. Not that her mother knew she even came back, as she was too busy hooking up with a random guy she met on her drunken rampage at the local bar about being unloved.

Marcia's Mary-Janes swung over the chequered floors as she gasped, "Oh my gosh! He did that to you?" The blonde pursed her lips, nodding at her words.

Marcia leaned forward, her voice coming out as a whisper. "Did he look hot?" Cherry's drink went straight up her nose in shock, spluttering as she hid a shocked laugh behind her hands.

"No." She muttered, her head falling into her hands in concern. "He really- he really didn't."

"What about that other greaser boy?" Cherry asked, swirling her straw in her chocolate milkshake.

Mitsy tilted her head at the redhead, "what other greaser boy?"

"Y'know, the pretty one that you were tellin' me about." Cherry hints, raising her brows cheekily at her friend.

"Soda?" She guesses, "what about him?"

"I don't know Mits, you seemed pretty keen about him." She smirks devilishly as the blonde gapes at her like a fish out of water.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." The blood rushes to her cheeks as she stares the girl down. She didn't like Soda like that, she hardly knew him! "Besides, even if I was- which I'm not, he's a hood! My parents would kill me! And you know a greaser and a Soc is a recipe for disaster. It wouldn't work, Cherry."

Marcia's mouth falls open as she gasps, "It's a forbidden romance!" Cupping her hands to her face. She giggles girlishly at her friend's crestfallen faces, sipping her drink noisily out of her straw.

"You don't even know who he is, Marcia!"

"Oh come'on Mits, it doesn't matter! It's like in the films, Romeo and Juliet!" She advertised.

"Romeo and Juliet died after knowing each other for like a week. I don't really wanna die for a boy." She rolled her eyes jokingly, at the sight of her pouting face.

"Oh, yeah..." She murmurs as she remembers the tragic fate of the infamous Star Crossed lovers. Mitsy chuckles with a shake of her head, turning her attention to her surroundings.

Checkerboard tile flooring lines the vibrant space, leading to red vinyl booths and chrome-trimmed stools along the counter. Neon signs illuminate the walls, casting a warm glow over the posters of music stars from across the world. A jukebox stands in one corner, filling the air with the most popular songs to date as couples danced around the table. In the centre sat a polished stainless steel open kitchen, where the cooks worked busily behind the counter, flipping burgers on the griddle and whipping up milkshakes for eager customers.