Just me writing a bunch of shit that comes to mind.
Some characters from my books, some made up for the story. I take request overall just here to keep inspiration and get better at writing
Jyair "Juice" Eaton Age - 22 "I like all things fine— who said I gotta put a label on it"
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Brinley "Brin" Beckhar Age -22 " you just gonna flirt in front of your future wife like that?"
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____________________________________ Jyair had a way of getting what she wants, her issue? She also had a way of getting too attached to people. After deciding to spend the summer with her sister she meets her "future wife" which happens to be her roommate- a straight one.
Brinley never thought about being with a woman, but something about Jyair, she was addicted to the girls attention she didn't realize it of course until after spending half the summer rejecting the girls advances & watching her flirt with someone else. How she's suppose to be flirting with her ._____________________________________ August 7th. Present time.
Jyair rolled her eyes at her sister as she sat at the girls island. She was getting scolded once again. Jyair and her sister Jezebel were ghetto twins, their dad stepped out in Jezebels mom when she was 4 months pregnant- then came Jyair from a Jamaican women who probably should've stayed in Jamaica. After things got rough Jyair was sent to live with her father in the states at 6 years old. jezebels mom took her in like her own and she was able to grow up around her other two siblings. Now at 22 she was trying to become a Nail tech, she was doing quite well- well enough to take the whole summer off and visit her sister who moved to Boston for college at 18. She simply just stopped taking customers until she got back home and only took request for press-ons and kept her site stacked with ones she made throughout the year. It gave her the finical freedom she wanted. Making money without having to clock in everyday.
"Juice! Are you even listening! Don't try to fuck any of that girls friends!" Jezebel tried to warn her sister. She knew her well enough because Jyair was planning on it.
They were having a girls night, some pajama party when everyone wearing a certain color and brings a drink to match. It was cute. But honestly Jyair wanted to go out tonight. She had just found out about it five minutes ago.
