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You wanna just get it out there already–to tell Mitzi what you’ve been wanting to tell her ever since she snuck into your hospital room after your fight with Boris with a bottle of champagne she found… the truth behind what happened to her dad and sister.
It’s gonna hurt a whole lot less if you do it now, you think to yourself… you just gotta get it over with and hope she doesn’t take it too hard, right?
Alright, you relent with a defeated sigh, lead the way, Mitz.
<span class="mu-s">BITCH.</span> Screams a small, but <span class="mu-i">very</span> persistent little voice in your head, <span class="mu-s">YOU’RE A LITTLE BIIIIITCH, STAAAAN!</span>
“<span class="mu-r">Hey, keep it down in there!</span>” Snarls Nats as your friend practically <span class="mu-i">BOUNCES</span> off her couch and onto her bare feet!
“Awesome! Okay, just gimme a sec! Finish your soda!”
As the girl scampers off to do… <span class="mu-i">something</span>, you do as she commands and finish off your drink. Refreshing, you think, you’ll have to bug Kiki for some more next time you see her!
“Aaaaand we’re back!” Announces Mitzi as she appears over by the entryway with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder! “You ready?”
Glancing down at your grey hoodie and black jean ensemble, you respond with a vaguely-committal ‘<span class="mu-i">eh</span>’.
“C’mon then, you dweeb.”
Pulling you out the door with surprising strength, your beach-loving buddy pauses only to lock her door before marching you down the sidewalk towards the distant call of seagulls and waves! Hey, uh, you stammer, are… are we going to the beach?
“No, the <span class="mu-i">woods</span>.” Replies Mitzi with a mischievous grin! “C’mon, I told you I used to run down here all the time, didn’t I?”
Yea, but, you counter, isn’t the water cold?
“Only for a little bit!” She explains as you cut across the street and into a narrow sandy path between the bungalows! “Besides, that just scares all the quitters away!”
She ain’t wrong… as your trip takes you down a winding, sandy path and through a field of purple, green, and gold coastal plants, you quickly find yourself arriving in a small, secluded lagoon with sand sporting only a quarter of the usual cigarette butts, broken glass, and discarded needles!
“Welcome, Stan, to <span class="mu-g">MITZI’S LAGOON!</span>”
Posing between you and the water, she doesn’t stop until you clap a bit.
“LOUDER!!”
Okay, <span class="mu-s">JEEZ!</span>
>CONTD.
