It wasn't like Romy was trying to get boobs. But, she was twelve and they were starting to grow. She felt kind of uncomfortable about them. And she didn't have a bra. She was looking at herself in the mirror and trying to figure out why they were getting so big, ignoring everything else around her.
Rooney was sitting outside with Thoreau, on the balcony, smoking one of the fags he's stolen. He looked at Thoreau and grinned. "What are you thinking about?" He asked, arching a brow.
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