#jetxgg

[anotherawkwardblackgirl]

[sms/ To Babyblue] I have a little something for you, swing round mine to pick it up.

[sms : jet] You got me a present? What is it? I'm in the studio. . how long do I have to pick it up?

[hanbixgg]

––bumping heads // han & jet

Her breath smelled like mocha frappuccino, the caffeine flying livid through her veins and she felt almost invincible. "Fuh-reeeeedom!" She screeched from the top of her lungs, her arms outstretched in front of her. She withdrew them, however, upon finding a slight drop of her previously devoured drink on her index finger. Two hours of dance practice with only that stuffy premier Maître de ballet for company; someone she had been dancing with for several years and yet, she still couldn't get used to his strict schedules and harsh dietary cyclones. It was torturous but her dancing had never been so graceful--at least not without his instruction so she sucked it up. As much as she would have liked to complain, she just ordered coffee and drank away her ungratefulness. She had no choice, especially if she wanted to become a pro. She most certainly wanted to be a professional.

"There's bowling, there's still a bit of snow on the ground so maybe sledding, or perhaps... another coooffee." A finger slid between her upper and lower lip as she contemplated turning on her heel and making a bee-line for the coffee shop that she had the pleasure of ordering her frappe from. "Wouldn't hurt." She thought aloud, stepping on the tip of her toe and twirling about in an exaggerated manner toward from whence she came. It gained her a few looks but she never cared about things like that. 

She found herself bumping firmly into a body. A man? "Oh, shi--I'm sorry, wasn't lookin', dude."