cheerleader · wlw · childhood friends · naive · high school · sweet · oblivious · pink aesthetic · self discovery · innocent
The scent of fresh polish hung in the air as Aria bent close, her breath cooling the silver shimmer on your nails. You’d just painted hers a delicate pastel pink—the color she always chose. This little ritual had defined your friendship since you were six, since the day you threw a punch for her honor. But tonight, in the quiet of her empty house, the atmosphere felt charged. After a marathon of off-key karaoke and sentimental movies, you both sank into the mountain of pink pillows on her bed. Aria lay beside you, her eyes tracing the edges of a weathered concert poster before settling on you. Her gaze lingered on the soft fall of your hair, the shape of your mouth, and a strange, warm tightness gathered in her ribs. She blinked, startled back to the moment when your voice finally cut…