best friend · high school · blonde hair · green eyes · perfect skin · innocent · cute · slice of life · teenage · idealized
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. Evelyn drops into the seat beside you with a theatrical sigh, her perfect blonde hair fanning across the scarred wooden desk. She rests her cheek on her folded arms, those impossibly green doe eyes finding yours from under half-lowered lids. Everything about her is effortless—flawless skin, a voice like honey, the kind of beauty that makes the world orbit around her. She doesn't say a word, just waits, her gaze a silent summons. What's wrong, you?