Tomato is a Fruit

“So what do you think of the movie?” Sui asks, holding a box of unfinished popcorn in her left hand.

“Eh, it was aight, not bad, not too good,” Leesol answers with the hand gesture of an Italian expression to a mediocre dish.

“Right?! The multiple jumpscares were so unnecessary. In fact, it ruined the whole vibe! I think it would be better if-” and Sui fills the empty hallway with her chattering all the way back towards their car in the basement. “-don’t you think?!”

Leesol nods. Her eyelids looked rather heavy for any other reaction.

Sigh “Oh well, no movies are bad movies if the goal is to experience…I guess,” Sui looks at Leesol. “Erm, I’ll drive.”

Life briefly filled Leesol’s cheeks, exhaling a slight chuckle with it. “Yeah, please,” if her voice was a powerbank, then it would approximately be in the charging range of 5%.

Sui and Leesol are roommates. They have long been so since their uni days. Everyone knows the saying of “If you’re friends with someone for more than 7 years then that’s no longer just a friend, that’s TWICE. The girl group.” With that said, it has been a little over 10 for Sui and Leesol. Suisol. 

In hindsight, it was inevitable for them to eventually be bonded as such. Always flunking their classes. Always missing their papers, assignments and the likes. Almost always disregarding the suggestion from their professors. It was basically a destiny for their kind to be together eventually. Or maybe it is just due to the simple law of elimination. Failures. After all, apes - together - strong.

It wasn’t until the end of their seventh year on campus that they finally graduated. Out of pity too, for that matter. And in the typical Suisol fashion, they didn’t attend the graduation ceremony. Not that it mattered, they thought.

“So we have bachelor’s degrees now. Huh,” Sui said in the midst of her calibrating the bean quality for the day. Coffee’s been hitting lately. Not that it ever didn’t.

“Yep. Chemical Engineering…in a sense it did help us in this career,” Leesol tinkered with the espresso machine. Is that why the coffee’s hitting suspiciously hard today? Perchance.

Sui’s lips curve in a slight smirk. “Yeah yeah sure. Those pesky professors did a LOT in helping us build this cafe, sure,” the initial smirk turned into a small laugh as she finished her sentence.

The small cafe brightened up with their laughter. Filling those empty corners with a bit of earnest happiness. Perhaps a relief from finally achieving freedom. Or so they thought.

“Kiiimical Cafe”

Their grand project. The thing they spent their entire allowances for the past however many months on. The thing they thought would finally become the answer for their questions. Has finally seen its last day of service.

Conceptually it’s great–if you just ignore the cringey ass name–. Integrating the world of Chemical Engineering and coffee brewery to produce a cup of uniqueness and authenticity. The taste of their coffee supposedly could change depending on how you drink them. Surely that would attract customers. The world needs something new, something unique, something special. However, it never really goes along the plan.

They spent their focus entirely on producing concepts. Those creativities, while good, never really made an impact on their sales. Which would soon prove to come and bite right back in their asses. Not having done any marketing, the cafe failed pretty soon, and pretty ugly. All that fancy equipment, the special beans, ended up in the bin. High risk, zero return. Who would’ve thought, all that advice on learning about marketing might have turned out to be useful. Well, no use crying over spilled milk–in this case, let’s say coffee.

And so, restart it is. That’s just how life goes, no? You try, you fail, you learn, you go back up. In repeating order.

Sui gambled her luck on learning marketing and sales, while Leesol decided to take on multiple courses on becoming a novice bio-engineer in this electric car company. To which, miraculously worked out. Suisol spent only a little less than a year in unemployment before finally getting a steady source of income.

Now with the added knowledge of past failure, and the slowly recharging funding, their dream of building that cafe slowly rekindled.

A deep sigh of relief surges through Leesol’s throat as she throws her body onto her designated bean bag in the living room. The bag gladly welcomes its owner as it instantly shapeshifts to that of a comfortable cocoon of a cloud. Her face is no longer visible to the world outside that cloud.

“I’ve been curious, is that even comfortable? It looks like it could smother you to death in your sleep,” Sui asks, a half yawn escapes her mouth unintentionally.

“Why don’t you try it yourself~” a muffled answer comes out.

“I’ll pass. I prefer the bed. Bye-”

“Oi!” Leesol hands straighten up. It’s poking out of the cloud. “Don’t - turn - off - the - light.”

Pfft “What? You’re telling me you’re scared of it? Didn’t we literally just establish that the movie was ass?” Sui presses her mouth and her stomach simultaneously. A devilish grin hiding behind her covering hand, ready to burst at any moment.

Leesol wiggles, no, she’s fighting the pull of that cloud she’s in. Quite a bit of a struggle later, her head finally resurfaces. “Uhm, I, I mean it is bad, but still.”

“Hmmm?” The hand covering Sui’s mouth slowly unlatches as she steps towards the light switch. Her evil grin peeks through the gaps of her fingers as she cocks an eyebrow–not to be confused with eyebrows a cock, she doesn’t have one.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

“Hmmm?”

“S-sorry, okay? Sorry! I wasn’t listening to what you said…I was sleepy…”

“Lastonetoenterthebedroomloses!” Sui blurts the words then blitzes away, after turning off the light.

“Hey!!!”

Beep 

Bop

Badabingbadabi-clack!

Sui splits her crusty eyelids open. Never a fun time waking up to Leesol’s alarm when the intended person is completely sleeping through it all.

“Hey,” Sui nudges the shoulder of the snoring girl to her side, to no avail. Well, a pinch to the cheek it is.

“Hah?” one of Leesol’s eyes reacts to the stimulus. Her brain can barely register the situation before she opens her mouth. “Whuh taym izid?”

“Eight.”

Leesol’s eyes snap open. Her body springs forward, like a trebuchet with her head as the projectile–it does not fly away, needless to say.

“What?”

“Fuck.”

“Huh? Right now?”

“No, nonono,” Leesol palms her forehead. “I have an appointment at, well, right now.”

“Then, go…? What are you waiting for?”

Slowly, Leesol turns her head. Her lips curve, subtle and somewhat dangerous. She looks at Sui straightly. Expression unclear. “We have an appointment, dumbass. It’s the cafe.”

“Holyshit. Car. Now!”

Leesol laughs a little. Gone were the initial mysteriousness. What a goof.

“What’s the smell?” Leesol asks, looking around the car.

Sui raises an eyebrow as she sniffs extra hard, supposedly it helps you smell better–no it doesn’t. Hands on wheels, eyes glued on the road, she says “We fucking stink yo.”

Laughter erupts from both of their mouths. Leesol opens the window on her side. It works wonders. The smell is mitigated. Though, it is not for long as a red light is forcing them to stop.

“I mean, whose bright idea is it to check the place at 8 in the morning, on a fucking Sunday no less.”

“That would be me,” Leesol answers as she points at herself. “Early birds get the worm, mind you.”

“One, we’re not birds. Two, birds don’t smell. Three, I haven’t pooped and it’s an hour drive!”

“Yeah, I already told the owner that we’re gonna be late.”

“Good! Tell her we’d be even later, we’re stopping at a gas station. Get cleaned up a bit, gosh, why did we even rush earlier, I don’t understand.”

“You did.”

“You panicked first!”

HONK! “Move! It’s green you wanker!”

A bold exhale exits Sui’s nose cavity as she’s opening her side of the window. She peeks out the window at the exact same time as Leesol does. In a perfect harmonization, the two shout “Shutthefuckup!”

“So how is it ladies?” asks the landlord. The three of them have circled around the place for the last half an hour.

“I mean,” Leesol briefly eyes Sui before continuing the sentence. “It’s not bad. The airflow is good, natural lighting is there, basically nothing to complain aside from the old paintjob.”

“And the water. The plumbing needs some fixing,” Sui adds. Not forgetting her index finger pointed upwards. She meant it as a smart-ish gesture, it just so happens that the spot she’s pointing at is actually leaking.

“Ah, that. We can fix it of course! Just say the words and we’ll get right on it!” the landlord says reassuringly. Wide smiles and all that.

“No need. We’ll fix it on our own, but I’d say 1500 a month is quite a bit much for this,” Sui follows up right away.

The landlord is unbothered. For now. “I understand. It would be rude of me to say otherwise, with the condition we’re having at the moment. How much do you want it for?”

“500,” Sui says, not missing a single beat.

“Surely you’re joking? We’re right in the outskirt of the city, the streets are busy, the reach is plenty. 1300.”

“800,” Leesol chimes in, her voice as deep as the gambling debt of a rising Hollywood star.

The landlord’s smile is breaking. There’s a smudge of stress and annoyance breaking through the crease of her forehead. “1000.”

“Deal!” Suisol exclaim cheerfully. “Miss Carmen, is it? It’s a pleasure,” Sui offers a handshake.

The landlord takes the offer and leaves them there without saying much. Might be her first day on the job, that was quite an easy bargain.

“That was an insane snipe. How do you know the plumbing’s broken?” Leesol asks after making sure the landlord is already afar.

Sui leans on the pasty wall, then a giggle. “I don’t. That was pure luck. I don’t even know there was a leakage right on top of our heads,” she says, in the middle of those giggles.

Leesol smirks as she approaches the other girl face to face. The way they’re standing now, imagine a kabedon with the shorter girl pinning the tall one. “Either way, it was so fucking hot.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Sui’s hands slither through Leesol’s body, cupping the jaw eventually. She pulls it forward as she tilts her own head in accordance. Smooch.

Leesol bends her hands, now resting the entire forearm on the wall. She steps forward, slowly, patiently, pressing their body tighter and tighter.

Their tongues dance extravagantly in each other’s mouth, with no audience other than themselves. Slurp.

Sui glides her palm gently downwards. Caressing the surface of her most precious. She makes multiple stops at the important spots. Actually, nevermind, every spot on Leesol’s body is important to her.

Smack!

Sui slaps Leesol’s butt, earning a moan suppressed by the cavity of their mouths. Sui squeezes the same spot, then strokes the underside of Leesol’s thigh. A tug to her side, Leesol is now resting one of her knees on the wall, her calf circles the back of Sui’s knees.

Slurp. Mwah~

A string of drool connects the separation of the lips. Heavy breathing on each other’s face, all their eyes look at each other’s cheeks.

“Not here,” Leesol finally says something after an eternity of staring at Sui’s irresistible, very kissable lips.

Sui can only click her tongue in response. Though she follows it up with a quick peck to Leesol’s nose. “Fine, madam.”

They silently unlink themselves. Laughing soon after. Leaving the place, both of their panties are soaking wet.

“Do you think it will work this time?” Sui asks as she walks out the bathroom, reaching the dry towel to wrap it around her hair.

“Do you want an honest answer or the not-so-honest one?” Leesol answers nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at the questioning half-naked lady to her side.

“I want to punch you in the face how about that?”

Leesol laughs a little. “That wouldn’t be ideal. Well, to answer your question, no. I don't think it will.”

Sui crashes her ass right beside where Leesol is sitting. It seems like neither of them care that much about the fact that their respective towels are wet, thus soaking the ottoman bench.

Sui sighs. A grimace of a smile follows. “That’s the honest answer isn’t it.”

“...yeah…”

Sui stretches her neck up, the weight of the damp towel wrapped around her head helps the action. Not to mention the gravity. What a neck honestly. “Then why do we do this honestly.”

“...”

“...”

“Because we want to? Is that not enough of a reason?” Leesol finally answers, her voice is light and sweet. As if treading something very carefully.

“Heh. What if we fail? Again?” Sui responds. Her voice is nowhere to be heard, even though their shoulders are touching.

“Then we try again.”

Sui laughs out of disbelief. “Seriously?” She says as she places her gaze on Leesol.

“Yep. This has been our dream for God knows how long. I will die before I stop trying.”

Silence again, longer than the previous.

“Guess you’re right. No need to think that much about it. As long as we can do it, then we should just do it, is that right?” Sui looks at the ceiling, then at Leesol.

“Exactly. As long as we just fucking do it,” A brief pause, before Leesol continues in the sweetest possible tone, earnest and hopeful. “As long as we do it. Together. As always.”

“You know what, you’re making it hard for me to not fall for you. Every single goddamn time. I love you, Leesol. I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.”

Smooch.