"Don't tell me it's you again." "It is." "Oh my God." "Babe--" "No, stop." "I want to give you olive my love." #40 in short story - 16. JAN. 2016 #34 - 21/1/2016 #29 - 24/1/2016 #8 - 25/2/2016 #2 in cheese - 7/9/2018 BOOK #1 OF THE FAT FOOD SERIES

❝HELP HELP HELLLP!❞ ❝Hello, this is the Fine Apple market, and no, we are not an Apple knockoff store; how may I help you?❞ ❝Well, someone just stole my phone.❞ ❝Sorry, what?❞ ❝You asked how you could help me.❞ ❝...Oh.❞ ◽︎◾︎◽︎ in which a jittery workaholic who realizes she needs help and an antisocial beach bum who doesn't realize he needs help both find help. short story #22 copyright © 2016 by rosecoloredsoul. all rights reserved. cover by @robinwithouthoodie

...stays on the balcony the only separation between aimee and jace's balconies were the two parallel metal rods reaching just three feet tall, a rather ineffective barrier between the already short spaces. they could hear and see everything from their designated sides, so naturally it would be easy for the conversation to find itself going deeper than just a few snide comments.