a greyish fog settled over the country side, the smell of ellie’s joint loud and clear, “no kissing me with that breath, els.”

“i do what i want, princess.” ellie reached over to caress your thigh, “nuh-uh.” you said, swatting her hand away, “yuh-uh.” ellie giggled, “kiss her, els.” abby scooped you up from your chair, ellie coming up to kiss you. you turned your head away into abby’s neck, face red and flushed.

“nuh-uh.”

“yuh-uh.”