you and chris are dating. “so. . how is your tongue. . purple?” your friend, madi asks, confused, her gaze switching between your blue slushy and chris’s own. luckily, it was almost empty so you couldn’t tell the color: red. “do they sell grape stuff now?” well. . they didn’t. you and chris exchange looks at each other. earlier, you two had found a concealed spot to make out in, but madi couldn’t know about that. chris just nods, trying his best to keep a straight face.