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III ٠ ࣪⭑ idiots
♪ now playing ٠ ࣪⭑ CRUSH CULTURE - conan gray ─────────•────── 2:18 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ -1:06
❝ shut your damn mouth ❞
JUNIPER'S fascination for the acoustic guitar started when she was just a child, and she would often play with her father, considering it was a hobby they both shared.
She was sat on the couch in the living room, strumming on her guitar, humming to Sailor Song.
"Ughhhh!" she groaned in complaint after messing up the chords. With a disappointed sigh, she set her guitar down on the couch, grabbing her phone that was in the back pocket of her jeans.
After minutes of scrolling, she heard a knock on her door, her head snapping up at the sound. She was home alone, so of course she was scared shitless.
Cautiously, she grabbed an umbrella–just to be safe–and made her way to the door, looking at the little tablet that recorded using the doorbell. Juniper sighed in relief after seeing that it was just her friends.
Juniper used the intercom button, speaking into the microphone, using her granny voice. "Who's this?"
"Shut up, Juni, we know this is you. Open up now please!"
Juniper's eyes fluttered close in annoyance as she opened the door, her lips curving into a fake smile. "Oh, it's just y'all."
"Girl, bye, I'ma tell Ryker to tackle you." Dahlia bit back a giggle at the sight of Juniper, whose eyes were wide with a 'deer in headlights' expression.
"Lia, no," Carla scolded.
Suddenly, Ryker emerged from behind the two girls, quite literally towering over them.
Damn, what do his parents feed him?
"'Sup, ladies!" he exclaimed with a smile, pushing past the two shorter girls in front of him to engulf Juniper in a bear hug. "Dude, I missed youuuu!"
