𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞
𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼 takes on his role as his sister's right hand man and he'll do any mi...
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My mouth falls open as I watch pretzel sticks fly out of the bag due to Josephine ripping it open.
"Josie," I mumble, nudging the pretzel sticks off my lap. "Did you not hear me to open it carefully?"
"Yes, but by the time it registered in my brain it was too late," she responds, scooping up the pretzels and dropping them in a napkin. "On the bright side, they didn't fall in the grass.
I'm thankful that Josephine convinced me to bring a blanket with me before we left my house.
Our university closed today so we came up with the idea of having a picnic. Josie picked me up and drove us to the nearest gas station where to stocked up on food.
And when I say food I actually mean chips and candy.
Our next stop was a grocery store so we could buy real food. There we bought some pre-packaged fruit to even out the junk we will eat.
What's funny is that I realized I had forgotten something when we got back to her car. So what did I do?
I went back inside the store to buy myself–well–us a rotisserie chicken.
I can eat one of these things by myself. That's how much I love them.
"Oh, that smells delicious," Josie adds once removing the lid. "Did you buy knives and forks?"
Fuck.
My eyes close and I sigh annoyingly. "I knew I was forgetting something while I was checking out."
My response makes Josephine burst out into laughter. "You remember to buy the rotisserie chicken but not utensils? That is so not like you, Desiree."
Chuckling, I slap her knee in a joking manner. "Fuck off." I use my fingers to tear apart a piece of chicken and drop it on my plate.
