They were a regular, every-day couple, both on the tall side, both in their late teens, early twenties, who defined the word average. Their overall appearances were not necessarily revolting, it was their actions. They sat on a cold, metal park bench, and were totally making out in the middle of campus. Of course, I just happened to look up right as the two slobbered all over each other’s faces (ew, it feels gross just writing that -_-), and by the time I convinced Haley to glance out the library window, they had already walked away, off to make-out in front of some other unfortunate child.
Call me old-fashioned, but it’s totally gross when people are tonguing in the middle of a grassy, sunshiny day, all out in the open, with their sweaty palms all wrapped around each other. C'est la vie, I guess. So, yeah, basically, the moral of the story: get a room, not a park bench.
All I have to say for now. Adieu.
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