condensation kisses || girlxgirl

raven hair

juliet's pov:

i don't quite know what brought me here. i just wanted somewhere lively. somewhere vivid. in my imaginations i had thought new york would be scenic and it could be a place where i could really improve my writing but i was sternly proved wrong.

new york was busy and loud and every street light was just too bright against my eyes. it was honestly a major disappointment but anything would beat boring texas. i knew the same absolute stupid people for 18 whole years. it still baffled me how i survived that long.

texas was bland and boring. everything felt the same and the only way i could truly escape that cage of a state was through my writing. in there i could feel. i could express in a way no one i knew understood. it was like my own secret code.

i mostly enjoy writing poetry but anything that made me feel something, anything at all, was already adored by me. so that's where this story starts. new york folding clothes.

i stayed in a shitty apartment that could really only fit a small bed, bathroom, and two inch closet but it'd have to work. i have to admit my whole new york experience so far was a major let down but it had to get better, right ?

my feet creaked against the old tile stairs as i made my way down to the public washing machines to clean my clothes.

i held three sweaters in my hands along with a pair of mom jeans that were beginning to get lose threads at the ends but i brought all the clothes i could.

once i made it down to the washing machines i places my clothes down at the closest machine.

my hands shuffled in my back pocket as i searched for a dollar. my hands felt gum wrappers and a pepsi tab before finally grabbing four quarters.

i carefully placed the coins into the slot and loaded in my clothes.

the machine began to rumble loudly and i soon found myself biting on my nail as i intently watched the clothing machine.

there wasn't anyone else there at the time since it was still early in the morning but when i turned on my tv my first day here new york already had my feeling uneasy.

back in texas there would be an occasional robbery or drug scandal but in new york it was something completely different. it felt like people were getting kidnapped or selling illegal drugs left and right.

suddenly i heard the clicking of coins to my right. my eyes slowly turned to look where the noise came from and i saw a girl.

she was actually quite pretty.

well more just different i suppose you'd call it.

my brain always does this thing where i take a ton of mental notes when i see a person who looks even merely interesting and give them a whole backstory. maybe it was the writer in me.

she looked anxious. her hands wouldn't leave her hair as they constantly ruffled the top of her pitch black strands. it was dark and deep and seemed like it would consume me whole but it was elegant too.

her hair seemed to match with her skin as well. her skin was pale and splattered with freckles.

her clothes were worn looking except for her boots. her boots were polished. i could almost see myself staring back in the reflection.

wait

shit. im staring.

my head jerked in the opposite direction as i buried my warm face into the crook of my turtle neck sweater.

suddenly the machine beeped loudly at me.

i pulled my hair back quickly as i grabbed my sweaters and jeans.

my jeans.

the thread at the bottom of the legs had begun to completely come loose.

my eyelashes flickered at the jeans as i felt my face get warm.

i simply stood still holding my favorite, now ruined, jeans in front of me until i heard a voice approaching me.

"loose threads ?"

the statement was followed by a soft chuckle. the voice sounded sweet and warm. this may sound weird but i kinda wanted to bathe in the sound. of course, anything can have a beautiful sound to it.

my head turned to the noise. it was the girl with the raven hair.

she had a soft smile plastered against her sheer skin.

i tilted my head downwards as i slowly nodded. god this was so embarrassing. i felt my face begin to warm up again as i heard her talk again.

"don't worry, happens to my damn clothes all the time. ronnie."

she reached her hand out towards me. i stared at her hand for a moment before gazing at her and taking her hand into mine.

"juliet"

i haven't written in forever but here we are!!
a story of a girl named juliet and a girl named ronnie.
i really want to do something with this and i have a lot of ideas but is this any good ? who knows, i suppose we'll find out. -camille