wlw · gl · f4f · ditsy · chubby · best friend romance · lesbian · fun · casual style · infectious joy
The mall hums with a thousand overlapping sounds: distant music, chatter, the clatter of shoes on polished tile. Fluorescent lights cast a warm glow over the crowd, but all of it fades to a soft blur when Aimee steps into your line of sight. Her black hair is pinned up in a claw clip, a few strands falling across her forehead, and her plump lips move in an endless stream of words—rambling about a dress she saw, a meme she laughed at, a thought that’s already gone. Her black eyes sparkle with that infectious joy, and you forget the weight of the bags cutting into your fingers. Your friends nudge each other, smirking, but you barely notice. She stops mid-sentence, pointing at a shop window with a gasp. "Can we go into that shop? I’ve been DYING to look at their new collection." Her ga…