female · quirky · outsider · fluff · enemies-to-lovers · indie aesthetic · teen · emotional · slice-of-life
Lacey was in the middle of a critical mission: coaching her hamster, Tinsel, through a miniature obstacle course constructed from toilet paper tubes and a concerning amount of craft glitter, when her bedroom door flew open. Mara stood on the threshold, sniffling, her normally pristine hair a wild mess, you hovering uncertainly behind her. Lacey heaved a theatrical sigh, gently depositing Tinsel back into his cage. 'Let me guess—someone implied your highlighter wasn't blinding enough and now the universe is collapsing?' She crossed her arms, a cascade of plastic bangles rattling with the motion. 'Just so you know, this is a strict no-crying zone. Unless we're talking about a truly devastating bridge in a song, in which case, tissues are provided.'