a friendly chatter
Dizzi and Kelp decided they were going to go on a roadtrip together, since they're really bad at making plans, they never set up a date nor time. Throughout the day, it was a series of questions, such as; "Are we going now?" and "Where are we even going?" It wasn't long until they decided to meet up, Kelp being the driver, and began driving to wherever their hearts desired.
"..You sure you know how to drive?" Dizzi inquired from the backseat.
"Yeaa, totally! I trained as a K-POP idol," that was an obvious lie but Dizzi paid no attention to it. They were FRIENDS WHO ARE MINORS, so a little white lie wouldn't hurt.
But it also wouldn't hurt to push a little bit further, just for fun.
"Really? Show me one of your moves then. I'll record it and post it on TitTok - if it'll stop crashing," the last part was part murmured. Dizzi was ashamed about her app updating habits, so she kept anything about technology to herself: it was her little secret.
"In the car? Why don't I just show you one of my albums?" the slightly younger 13-year-old replied. Dizzi knew she was just gonna put on More More Jump and call it "my K-POP album that I made."
But it would give her a few laughs. Which is something Dizzi needed after being put on this new medication by her parents.
"Wow? Okay! Show me, Kep-pop."
"Suure."
More Jump More started blasting from the cars dainty little radio.
“I’m so glad I’m not gay,” Dizzi said as she walked out of the car. “I’m also glad you can drive, because I know darn well I can’t,” she said with a chuckle.
Kelp rolled their eyes. What a stupid bitch. She loved her though. Platonically.
As they approached McDonald’s, Dizzi ran to the play place. For being (only a month, mind you) the older one of the two, she was immature.
“Oh my GOODNESS GRACIOUS!” Dizzi exclaimed, pointing at the slide. “It’s filthy! These poor kids don’t know what they’re getting into. Losers.”
Kelp laughed, taking out her phone to take a picture for their SnapChat story.
A kid walked up to Dizzi and stuck up his middle finger at her.
Kelp assumed she’d brush it off, Dizzi liked kids; what she wasn’t expecting was Dizzi to yell “Kick the baby!”