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Walker

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Juno's friend, Elijah, jumps over her and lands on the trampoline, making her go up. The camera shakes and then lands on the floor, displaying Juno, laughing and covering her mouth.

She notices her phone is gone from her hand, and quickly scrambles around the trampoline to grab it, making the camera shake more. She picks it up, still giggling.

"Walker," a voice yells from somewhere in the house, "I know you took my snacks!"

I look away from my phone, and stuff the Doritos I stole from Leena's stash into my pocket. My sister comes down the stairs, stomping her feet unnecessarily loud.

I strain my neck upwards, so I can look at her rather than the cushions of my couch. "It wasn't me, I swear."

She gives me a look, then tilts her head. "Hey, what's that sound?"

Juno's laughs and muffled talking is emitting from my pocket, where my phone and the chips are.

"Uh, nothing," I cover up, quickly lowering the volume on my phone.

Leena shoots me a few more suspicious looks before heading back upstairs, leaving me to groan into the couch pillow. I pull my phone out again, and Elijah's face is back on screen.

The Instagram Live chat is filled with "LOL"s and exaggerated text-laughing (I honestly don't understand how that's supposed to work). I've been watching for over half an hour, and I don't know why.

Elijah and Juno are at some trampoline park, doing crazy flips and gymnastic routines and playing with little kids on the play structures. I don't know why I'm feeling left out- it's not like I hang out with Juno all the time, and I have other friends who I'm with almost all the time- if anything, I'm grateful for this weekend alone. But looking at my screen creates a pit in my stomach.

Whatever.

I don't care about them or any of that anyways.

I turn off my phone, get my earbuds, and head out the front door. I've been rotting at home all day and desperately need to go do something- and what better to do than get some ice cream?

There's a really good place about a fifteen minute walk away, and they always have the best flavors.

Half a dozen songs later, the diner-like building comes into view, the red trim popping in contrast to the clear blue sky. I can tell from the outside that it's a busy day- the place has practically reached its max capacity.

Regardless, I squeeze through the entrance and into line. The line for just ice cream isn't as long as the others, and thank Beyonce for that (iykyk).

I stare at the menu while I wait, and check out the new weekly flavors. A certain flavor stands out to me- some unique variation of cookie dough (again, iykyk). For some reason, it reminds me of Juno.

I mentally slap myself in the face.

Ever since Disneyland, not a day has gone by where she hasn't occupied my thoughts at least once- and it's really starting to make me mad. A lot of times, it won't go away unless I look at the only photo I have of her- creepy, I know. But whatever. It's the photo she sent to my "sister", and she's scrunching up her face in a silly expression. Pretending to be Leena hurt me on another level, and I don't even know why I did it. But it came in handy, so it doesn't matter.

As soon as I pull it up, the corner of my mouth quirks up, and she leaves my thoughts. Thank the gods.

I take a photo of the flavor and send it to her. Ironically, next to it is a flavor called "chocolate therapy", so I tell her it sounds like she needs some of that.

She responds back within a minute, saying she would much rather prefer cookie dough.

I knew it.

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≪ LILI YAPS ≫

we're making some progress heheheh

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