| Challenge #157: coffee |
[May. 5th, 2010|08:48 am] |
Title: Missing him together
Warnings/Author's Notes: My first fic entry on IJ.
And the condom goes to: The backroom
“You know what else I can’t stand?”
She’s finally smiling. Good.
“What?”
“That he can get his hair to look however he wants with those cheap hair cuts and inexpensive products. Do you know how much money I spend to get my hair to look like this?”
Now she laughs.
“Well, I guess like mother, like son, uhm, as it were.” Jennifer gestures to her blond and carmel-colored strands, glossy and very tastefully tousled.
What?!
Damn genetics. I am so fucked.
I sip my coffee and allow myself to feel annoyed. It temporarily blurs the ache.
I hate New York. |
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