✂

[This was so boring.

They were over at Ivy's house, two girls from different different levels of the social totem pole forced together by a school project. Ivy had felt a little guilty, because even though she couldn't pronounce a single name in Les Miserables, she felt like she owed it to Yuri to at least try. They hadn't regularly spoken since before high school, and the last time they had seen each other, Ivy had been... a little bit of a tease. She hadn't thought about it in years, but now, laying on her couch and trying hard not to check her phone, she finds herself thinking about it more than this guy in the story who stole bread.]

Yuri, I gotta be honest with you: I have no idea what the fuck is going on in this book. Can we take a break for a few minutes?