- PULP FICTION. ❝ Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. ❞
post homecoming au.
plot created by : @goodhYOUman
cover by : @-voidlegends
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02 | strawberry milkshakes — pulp fiction
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PIPER LOVES ANYTHING THATS FROM ANOTHER GENERATION. From music to movies, Piper has always gravitated towards the past. She truly believed she was supposed to be born in a different decade. She hopes it would have been the 80s with the bright apparel and poofy perms. Life just seemed like such a rush back then. So you can imagine her joy when she walked into Mike's diner with Dancing Queen by ABBA blaring through the jukebox.
"Hope, I love this song!" Piper squealed, grabbing onto her best friend's arm. She began to sway the two of them to the beat of the music as they walked towards the counter. Hope pushed Piper off jokingly, making the two laugh like maniacs.
"Isn't it just my two favorite trouble makers," Lucy announced, as she shined off the pearly white counters of the diner.
"Slow night, huh?" Piper sarcastically responded, her eyes scanning around the room. It was absolutely packed almost every booth filled mostly by kids from school. There were a few older people swaying to the music on the dance floor and a couple of kids playing the arcade games.
"I've had about three milkshakes spilled on me tonight and a dozen plates were broken. I really wish it was a slow night." Lucy huffed, looking down at her filthy red and white striped apron.
The two girls couldn't help but laugh at the older girl's distraught. Lucy was about four years older than them but they all got along just well dealing with each other's social lives.
"Ugh, great two more teenagers. I swear we need another plague there's just too many of you." Lucy complained. The three girls snapped their heads towards the door to see Peter and Ned walk in. The clock struck exactly six-o-clock.
"And that's my queue. I'll go get us all a booth." Hope sighed, walking towards the boys. Piper couldn't help but laugh watching Peter awkwardly respond to Hope's big personality.
"Woah—woah—woah am I missing out on something? Or is this a double date?" Lucy suspiciously rose her eyebrows at her foster sister.
Piper shook her head, a smile playing on her lips, "No, Hope just didn't do her homework so now she has to repay the favor of Peter letting her copy with dinner."
"Peters the awkward one in the right wearing the blue sweatshirt?" Lucy asked, eyeing the three from afar. Piper hummed in agreeance, "Yeah, how'd you guess?"
"Just had this feeling. It's like I have the six sense or something." Lucy smirked, causing a giggle from her sister, "That's not what the six sense is but okay."
