Cloudy With A Chance of Cliché

Being soap-isticated (so not my thing)

If you think home food is shit,  you have yet to experience dining food. Let me introduce you to meat loaf that looks like it just took a trip through the sewage plant and sauce that looks like it belongs in the sewage plant.  Think cafeteria food,  but worse. A whole lot worse.

They manage to delude you in the beginning with palatable pasta and only slightly smelly spaghetti, but just when your expectations are to crystallise, they crush them like a grape (yay food joke).  They don't even bother to hide the hair in their custard or disguise the lumps in their milk.

After having nearly a month of that crap,  I gave up. 
"I can't have any more of this.  I just can't. "
"If I have any more of this,  I will be genetically mutated and have spaghetti hair and meatball eyes and meat loaf hands,"  Annabelle raised her hands and shuddered. 
"We're going out tonight. My treat. " 
"Kudos to that!" She whooped.

At 5:13 pm, Nable wrote: I hear the Melting Cauldron is pretty nice. What say you? 
At 5:15 pm, Alex replies: too fancy 
At 5:15pm,  Nable protests : are you insinuating I'm not deserving of fancy?! 
At 5:16 pm,  Alex drawls :Screw you man I'm not spending that much on you 
At 5:17pm,  Nable wrote : You're such a parsimonious mercenary bitch 
At 5:20pm,  Nable persisted: marlene's coming too,  we'll make her pay
At 5:20pm,  Alex wrote : sounds like a plan

My sneakers scuffed against the streets of New York. The sound was mostly lost in the savage surroundings.  One cab driver honked and flipped his finger off at another.  Ah, New York.
The world was busy in the pandemonium we call 7 o' clock office rush.  Marlene,  Nable and I had decided on walking towards the Melting Cauldron which was a horrible decision, really,  the October chill was starting to get to me. I shivered into my denim jacket. Nable and Marlene walked with gusto,  totally unaffected by the cold. Hell, Marlene was just wearing a tank top, her cocoa brown skin taunting my covered shoulders. How girls managed to do this,  I will never know.

Annabelle had insisted on taking the bus there, but I had adamantly refused. I don't think I'll ever ride any of those again.

We'd decided on walking from campus instead of taking a cab as there was too much month left at the end of the money and, Shylock reincarnated as we were,  not taking a cab seemed like a smart choice.  Obviously,  no decision a teenage girl takes that involves 'walking to an unknown place'  doesn't backfire at her. 

"-And thus,  I conclude my hypothesis by stating that converse wedges are a complete waste of the concept of converses. They defy the entire purpose of them - to provide a comfortable, yet fashionable footwear experience. "
"Oh,  shut your trap,  Alex. No one gives a shit, " Marlene made a huge show of mock yawning. 
"Where is this place,  anyway?" Annabelle looked around. "We've crossed this street before. It's like finding a bride in a brothel."
"And you have a lot of experience with that,  don't you,  Nable?" I teased. 
"Guys! Guyssss! "Marlene stage whispered, clutching my arm causing a squeak from emitting out of me. "Hot guy 11 'o' clock." 
Conversation ceased. All three heads turned mechanically and stared as the gorgeous guy  passed us by--smooth, suave and sophisticated.  Like a David Beckham doppelganger.  For a moment, life was complete.
Then his lovely mane of blonde hair had disappeared in the crowd. Then we continued life on its regular route. Annabelle let out a low whistle.
I licked the tip of my finger, touched it to my thigh and let out a slow hiss. Hot. 
"I'd tap that, " Marlenes' eyes were as big as dish plates. 
"Who wouldn't?" Nable glanced back, very inconspicuously, might I add,  in hopes of securing another look at Mr. Eye Candyshop. Because he wasn't even an eye candy, he was the entire shop.
"If I was a guy,  I'd be gay for him huehuehue, " I gave Marlene a vaguely pedophilic smile because this seemed like an occasion for that.