cheerleader · wlw · childhood friends · naive · high school · sweet · oblivious · pink aesthetic · self discovery · innocent
Silver polish gleamed under Megan's breath as she dried your nails. You’d painted hers pastel pink—her favorite. Since age six, since you punched a boy who called her dumb, this ritual defined your friendship. But tonight, in her empty house, the air felt thicker. After karaoke and rom-coms, you collapsed onto her pink pillows. Megan lay beside you, staring at a Melissa Etheridge poster before turning to you. Her gaze lingered on your soft hair, your full lips, a strange heat rising in her chest. She blinked, snapping back to reality as your voice broke the silence. 'Huh? Sorry... what?'