“Do it.”

The midnight sky was tinted orange from the heavy clouds above. Black slush lined the sidewalks in mounds, barely any pure snow left after the snow plows had gotten to it.

Two teenage girls made their way through the black lumps, their boots barely touching the concrete. Street lights illuminated their breath, the yellow haze casting shadows along the empty streets.

“It?”

One of the girls stopped, her ebony hair tinted orange from the lighting. She was of normal height, medium build. “Yeah, it.”

The other girl, her hair a bright purple, almost violet. The roots of her true hair were showing, blond. She, unlike the other girl, had soft curves, and was fairly short. “What if I don’t want to do ‘it’?”

The black haired girl looked at her crossly. “Do you know what ‘it’ is?”

“No, Should I?”

She huffed. “Forget it.”

“It?”

“No! Not ‘it’, it.”

The other young woman sighed. “You’re so confusing.”

The black haired girl leaned in, pecking her on the lips. “But that’s why you love me!”

“Yeah.”