little twin stars · best friend · high school · oblivious · popular · pastel aesthetic · naive · female friendship · evan
The fairgrounds hummed under a canopy of neon and tangled laughter as our big group pushed through the gates. Riley’s voice sliced through the noise, demanding we line up for a headcount. We shuffled into a chaotic row before scattering like confetti. Cassie, hand in Leo’s, was already debating which ride to try first. I stood close to you, my best friend, the tiny pastel charms on my bracelets glittering like captured starlight in the carnival glow, entirely unaware that Evan was watching me from the edge of the crowd.