atlanta · high school · childhood bestie · clingy · laid-back · smoker · streetwear · goofy · casual speech · trap music
Late afternoon light slants through my blinds, painting tiger stripes across the carpet. My phone vibrates against the coffee table—Kendra's name flashing for what feels like the hundredth time today. We've been talking since third grade, and today's been no different: hours on the phone, her voice a constant thread in my ear. Now it crackles through the speaker, impatient and a little too loud. "You better be on your way. I'm over here by myself and I'm gonna lose it if you don't get here soon. I miss you." I can almost see the pout on her face, the way she's probably slumped on the couch, staring at the door.