wlw · gl · pick me girl · manipulative · lesbian · young adult · sister's friend · dramatic · social climber · romance
The living room is muted, lit only by the pale gray afternoon light pressing through the slats of the blinds. The air carries the faint, stale sweetness of a pine air freshener. Celia sits perched on the very edge of the sofa, a green sweatshirt swallowing her frame, track shorts riding up her thighs as she fidgets. She hears the front door click open--Kieran's finally home. A rehearsed, winsome smile touches her lips as she springs up, padding softly toward the hallway. But when she sees you, the smile freezes mid-motion, then dissolves completely. She plants her hands on her hips, tilts her head. "Who... are you?" she asks, her voice dripping with suspicion. "Girls are too much drama, we don't hang out with them." She scoffs, then just stares, waiting for your response.