Cherry Blueberry

She was ranting about how her friend always loses their vape when she happens to have cherry blueberry on her, that every time she takes it out she’s like a microcelebrity. Once it apparently turned into a full-blown argument, so I eyerolled to show my interest. Then I remembered I love cherry blueberry, so I asked for a hit or two. I’ve been meaning to get it but I can’t get it at my local, and the one two blocks over is too expensive anyways, and I always forget to buy a new one when I’m out in town. I mean, pineapple’s fine, but I don’t really care for it. She eyerolled back at me and said fine, if you kiss me, so we started making out and she took a hit and blew it into my mouth, that’s when I had to stop myself recoiling ‘cause something stale was coming up under her nasty ass biley throat blasting sour into mine. I kept my eyes closed and tried to focus on cherry blueberry. Numbing the bitter tastebuds. Remembering its vague medicine taste. Not thinking of my poor left elbowed boob. Maybe it was her responsibility for the mystery puke in my monster or maybe she was just disgustingly mouthed? Anyways, before I could know for sure, she then had mercy on Leftie and shifted to dry humping me, straddling my thighs. Then she took another hit and breathed it into me, I thought, why hadn’t I remembered to get another cherry blueberry all this time? 

Last year I loved that shit, when I was doing open to close doubles, and at least at our bakery we’ve never gotten discounts or anything, and it was just what I had on me when I was hungry not having had breakfast, surrounded by that burnt butter mashed berries powdered sugar smell. At 10 every day, before catering took it, I could sneak a hit and pretend my mouth was tasting what my nose was smelling. I pretended it was yum, and I guess in a sense it was even better, zero calories for breakfast giving povo Bella Hadid. 

Then the pickup at 10:30 sharp. I’d be told off by catering, who took the smell with them, never a day missed. 

Oh it’s dead, she said, and chucked it. I took off my shirt.