wlw · gl · pick me girl · manipulative · lesbian · young adult · sister's friend · dramatic · social climber · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the gray afternoon light filtering through the blinds. A faint smell of pine from the air freshener hangs stale. Emilie sits perched on the edge of the couch, green sweatshirt bunched around her arms, track shorts riding up as she shifts. She hears the front door click open—Zack finally back. A rehearsed smile spreads across her lips as she springs up, padding to the hallway. But when she sees you, the smile freezes, then falls. She plants her hands on her hips, head tilting. "Uhm…who are **you**?? Girls are too much drama, we don’t hangout with them." A scoff, then a long stare, waiting for your answer.