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Barbie sighs as she stops at a red light, glancing over to the phone to see she’s 5 minutes away from Davy Crockett Junior High. Gloria had tasked her to pick Sasha up for her because she was going to be stuck in a meeting (she’d sent that text with an eye-roll emoji), and Barbie had sent her a prompt: Ok! It really was no trouble at all, especially since she likes spending time with the young girl anyway.
Her driver's license is five months old now, and she’s getting better and better at parallel parking, though she knows her driving skills are nowhere near as impressive as Gloria’s. When she’d first got it, she’d played Driver’s License by Olivia Rodrigo as her first ‘me driving the car song’, and it had struck her hard, never wishing for there to be a time when she’s reminiscing the laughter of old friends (like Gloria and Sasha, instead of hearing them every day).
She smiles a little bit as she thinks of them, likes to think she’s grown quite comfortable in their little home, and the thought of moving out just worries her to death, even though Gloria’s never brought it up before. She might have to though, right? When Gloria finds her real-life partner, they probably would not prefer another adult (that has a glaringly obvious and increasingly inappropriate crush on their partner, might she add) around.
She gets around to Davy Crockett and sees the flood of kids pouring into their parents’ cars on the side of the road and the parking lot, and then some more friend groups laughing with each other as they walk on the sidewalks. She smiles at the thought of how fun childhood might be, although a little envious, and then eagerly looks for the sight of Sasha in the sea of kids.
Sasha’s in a dark green jumper with the album cover of Green Day’s Dookie printed onto it. The young girl had gotten so excited one late afternoon, shouting “Barbie, you won’t believe what I found at the thrift store!” With the kind of excitement you don’t really hear in the voice of usually disgruntled preteens. Barbie had high-fived her after she’d shown her the jumper, saying ‘That’s so cool!’. Three months after Barbie entered the real world, Sasha had compiled a list of all the best albums in an effort to familiarise Barbie with the culture; which, really, was an excuse for her to share her interests with Barbie. It followed Lorde’s Pure Heroine, and Taylor Swift's 1989, and then she’d made her listen to The Strokes after that. Barbie remembers thinking ah, that's why she has her headphones on so much after the endeavor, and had gotten herself a pink pair of Apple AirPods Max so she could at least pretend to be as cool as Sasha.
Anyway, she noticed that Sasha seemed a little angry, more so than her usual facial expression, though she was still 3 cars away from getting her turn. Sasha had turned to the Pink Convertible (they’d scammed that out of Mattel) and Barbie had given her a blinding grin, but Sasha only brought her hand up a little higher, not even giving a little wave. She feels her face contort into curiosity, and then she glances over and sees Jade, usually stuck to Sasha's side, a little distance away, wearing the same look. She changes her Spotify to shuffle 1989, in an attempt to maybe cheer the girl up a little when she walks in. She has said it’s her pick-me-up album, anyway.
When her turn comes, Sasha opens the door and sits down without a word.
Barbie swallows thickly, unsure of how to approach this.
“Hi.” She says when Sasha sits down, and Sasha mutters her own Hey. She’s fastening her seatbelt when Barbie asks, “Are you okay?” She doesn’t receive a response, except a sarcastic chuckle, and she doesn’t comment on it because it’s not like she was expecting one anyway. Difficult days are common, but especially for teenagers Gloria had told her one day, when she’d asked her (a little upset) why Sasha had refused to come down for dinner three weeks after she moved into their home.
The silence prolongs, and Barbie is about to type in the address home in the Google Maps search bar until she stops herself. She’s going to make Sasha feel better about her day by the time she goes to sleep tonight, she thinks to herself, making it some sort of quest to complete in her head like one of the sims she’s been playing over the past two weeks. She doesn’t want the young girl to be going to sleep with the burden of the day on her head, even if she won’t tell Barbie about what, especially, is bothering her so much today. And then she gets a great idea.
“What do you say we get some In-N-Out today, huh?” She asks, gently, with a tender smile. Sasha glances up from whatever she’s typing on her phone and she watches as the furrow in her brow dissipates. “And then we can park by the beach to eat in the car, maybe. If you’d like.”
Sasha's lips quirk a little bit, and Barbie already feels more accomplished than she should. “Okay.”
Barbie types in the address to the closest In-N-Out to Venice Beach, the one Gloria usually brings them to when they’re feeling a little lazy to cook and nothing else really sounds appetizing. The song that’s playing changes to New Romantics, and she can see how Sasha's already tapping her fingers on her thighs to the beat. She glances at it and smiles sheepishly to herself, feeling just a little bit more accomplished.
Barbie opens her iMessage.
GLORIA 12:06
Thanks, Amor.
BARBIE 12:06
<3
BARBIE 2:10
kkay, picked her up. 😁💕💘 going to get burgers, and maybe do something else to cheer her up. do you want anything? 💖
GLORIA 2:11
No, thank you :) drive safe!
-
The ride there is quiet, aside from little comments like “Is the AC good?” and, ” Can you switch, please”, when Shake It Off started playing.
The line is surprisingly empty as they pull up, and she quietly thanks Sasha's school for not coinciding with the end of work and high school on Fridays. She glances over at the girl and asks if she wants her usual, and Sasha, although just a tiny bit bewildered that Barbie remembers such a minor detail, just says yeah, sure.
Barbie gets herself a strawberry milkshake and a grilled cheese, and sasha root beer and a double double but with no tomatoes please, and a side of animal fries to share. She pays, and then gets their food in no time (which always makes her smile, how efficient food workers are, despite being a barista herself).
Sasha holds the bags graciously, despite seemingly typing away at something on her phone furiously.
Barbie drives up to the beach without the aid of Google Maps, because she remembers the turns Gloria makes to get to their little area. It’s meant to be a fairly secluded little area, where you can watch as the waves come and go. (The first time Gloria brought her there, it was breathtaking, the beauty of the sight had made her feel like there was something stuck in her throat - a feeling that only grew when she looked over to the driver’s seat only to see Gloria looking at her intently, something unspoken in her eyes.)
When they get there, there are only three other cars, and the food is still warm by the time they’re parked. They’re laying the food down on a tiny table rest Gloria had gotten when she’d first gotten the car, and everything looks so delicious and smells so appetising that when she looks up to Sasha, the young girl is already smiling at her.
Sasha grabs a piece of the animal fries first, sighing as she takes her first bite. “My god, they’re extra good today.”
Barbie grabs herself one as well, and then squeezes out a sound of delight, slowly unwrapping her burger as Sasha unwraps hers.
“Are you hungry?” she asks, as Sasha takes her first bite.
Sasha smiles sheepishly. “Yeah, I didn’t really eat today. They made spaghetti, and you know there’s something about that that just tastes off.” Barbie laughs, remembering the time Sasha had told her about how her lunch ladies should stop making Italian food because they just suck.
“Gloria didn’t make you a sandwich today?” She asks, a little curious, because Gloria usually makes her some food before school on Tuesdays and Fridays, the Italian food days.
“I think she forgot or something.” Sasha shrugs, nonchalant, as she always is. “She has been really busy lately.” That, she has. Ever since the success of Ordinary Barbie, she’s been promoted to one of the higher-ups in the design team of all the Mattel dolls, and she’s only getting busier by the day. It makes her sad, because it means Gloria gets home late sometimes, but she’s glad Gloria knows where to draw the line and doesn’t do her work at home or anything like that, so their time together is still theirs.
She smiles to herself at the thought of Gloria, as she always does, how tender she is, how gentle, how-
Sasha is chuckling at her, a piece of fry in her hand. “You’re thinking of her again, aren’t you?”
“Anyway!” Barbie timidly clears her throat, clearly embarrassed at being caught red-handed. She loves that Sasha can read her so well, but she doesn’t like that she can read her this well. Sasha’s still smiling, and Barbie catches herself reflecting it as well. If Sasha's only going to get her joy from teasing her, then she can do what she wants. It’s dramatic, but she’d let Sasha (and Gloria, for that matter) do anything if it meant she could see a smile on their faces. “I can start putting things together for you then, on Tuesdays and Fridays, I think. There’s always some sandwiches left over at work on weeknights anyway. I can bring them home, if you want.”
“Sounds great, Barbie.” Sasha takes a sip from her root beer. “Thank you,” she says genuinely, a little smile on her face. “And for this, too.”
Barbie gives her a blinding grin. The song changes to Wonderland, and suddenly a thought that she had a week ago comes back to her. “Don’t you think this song is a bit… I don’t know, gay?”
Sasha laughs, and then, with her mouth full of burger, says: “Oh, have I got news for you.”
They spend the rest of their meal talking about Sasha’s (maybe a little bit outlandish) gaylor theories from the internet. It’s not like she’s never heard them before - they’d had a long debrief after Reputation - but this one is more focused on Dianna Agron, an actress from the show Barbie’s recently started watching to Sasha's recommendation. Sasha’s so passionate about it, she even pulls out her phone and shows her clips and photos as ‘proof’. And every time Barbie makes a bewildered look or says “Oh, wow.”, Sasha raises her voice and says: “Right! Right!” (To Barbie, there is nothing much better than seeing Sasha get that passionate look in her eye, even when she’s speaking about fan-made theories, and she understands why Gloria smiles every time she sees her child smile, or laugh, or talk about something she really likes at the dinner table)
They move on to other topics after that, like chemistry class, which really frustrates Sasha because she hates the way Mr. Norton, her chemistry teacher, speaks. Barbie talks about how she had to clean up vomit yesterday, at work, and Sasha had laughed and said “Dude! Gross!”. Sasha talks about Yasmin and this boy who’s been leaving notes in her locker, and then Barbie tells her about her work friend, Alison, who’s been flirting with a masc lesbian who’s been walking in but never really braving herself up to do anything consequential.
“Do you do that?” Sasha asks, picking up the last animal fry. “Find customers that walk in attractive?”
“Yeah, I mean, we’re in LA.” Barbie shrugs. “Every other girl that walks in ordering an iced vanilla latte is gorgeous.”
“Why don’t you ever make a move, then?” Sasha tilts her head, questioning, as if confirming pieces she’d already put together in her head. Barbie is quiet, and they both start stuffing the trash into the paper bag to throw away. “I mean, you’re aware you look like you do, right? Like even Kristen Stewart would jump at the chance of being with you.”
She bites back is your mom the only exception, then? that perches on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she offers Sasha a rare smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I think you know why.”
Sasha offers her a sympathetic look, and it feels like there are words she wants to say but doesn’t. She opts instead to wipe down the table, and then the seats just in case.
“It really isn’t what you think,” She says, as Barbie folds the little table up to put in her back seat. Barbie eyes her curiously, as if wanting to get what she means to say but knowing she really can’t afford to get her hopes up. “But I get the feeling, anyway.” Sasha offers her a rare, comforting touch on her arm.
-
When Barbie gets back from throwing the trash into the bin, Sasha’s huffing and looking down at her phone again, and Barbie doesn’t mean to snoop but she sees that she’s texting Cloe, which is odd. Everyone knows they rarely speak outside of the group chat, and when she’s not typing in the group chat, she’s only ever texting Jade.
Barbie finds it curious, but doesn’t comment.
“Are you okay?” All Sasha does is shake her head no. Barbie doesn’t want to push, so she glances at the digital clock instead. It says 3:30, which is still fairly early, and she thinks she can think of other things to cheer her up. Sasha has been talking about watching the new Oppenheimer movie lately, and there has been no mention of plans with friends. Barbie read the description for the movie, and the director made Inception and Interstellar, which required a long three-person debrief and made Barbie cry a lot, respectively, so, really, it doesn't hurt to try. She makes a quick Google search.
“You’ve been wanting to see Oppenheimer, right?” She breaks the silence between the two, and Sasha nods in response, brows furrowing in question. “There’s a showing in 15 minutes…”
“Oh my god, yes!” Sasha reaches forward to give her a quick hug. “Oh, finally!” The glee on her face is evident, and Barbie internally fist pumps and stifles a ‘Sublime!’
-
Barbie buys the tickets and the popcorn quickly, and they go into the theatre only two minutes before the commercials end. Barbie snaps a quick selfie with Sasha before going into theatres, and sends Gloria a text.
BARBIE 3:53
[PICTURE ATTACHED]
watching Oppenheimer! 💣💖💘💓
GLORIA 3:54
You look really pretty…
GLORIA 3:54
And Sasha does too!
BARBIE 3:55
😘
BARBIE 3:56
wish you were here glory. 😔💓
GLORIA 3:56
Me too, Amor. See you later, okay?
GLORIA 3:57
I’ll be home late, so get dinner without me
BARBIE 3:58
okay <3 stay safe
“Barbie, you can tell her how much you love her later! The movie is starting.” Sasha says, chewing popcorn. Barbie blushes to herself, but says nothing.
-
The movie ends, and Sasha is bewildered. The first thing she says is: and Nolan does it again! Which evolved into a debrief between the two of them as they walked out of the cinema, the popcorn bucket completely empty. Barbie liked the film, but she doesn’t think she liked it as much as Sasha did. To be honest, her butt kind of hurt from sitting down for so long, and she was thinking about how if Gloria had been watching it with them, she would have slept through a lot of that.
She finds herself missing some of her Barbieland friends, not for the first time, and slightly wishes she would have been able to watch it with physicist Barbie. She would’ve loved it, really, because she really was a bit of a nerd when it came to this atomic bomb stuff. She laughs to herself, but the feeling doesn’t go too deep, not when Sasha has that excited glint in her eye again, anyway.
Barbie gives her input from time to time, and talks about her favourite scenes, the cinematography which she absolutely adored, and of course how handsome the lead actor was. Sasha had laughed and agreed, saying Jade talks about him all the time, and then the realization had settled in and she let out a sigh. Barbie gives her an unwitting pat on the back, and then they’re back to the debrief, and really, Barbie finds herself thinking, wow, she loves how smart Sasha is, can’t help but be proud of this girl that has dug herself a hole in Barbie's heart.
At 7:15, Sasha interrupts the debrief to ask if they can get salads for dinner, and Barbie agrees, walking with her into the salad place located on the same strip as the movie theatres. Barbie tells Sasha to order a salad she thinks she would like best, and she nearly squealed as she tried it. It is nice, really, to have two people in the world who know her so well, who she knows so well. Her heart aches, and it swells, but in a really good way, and there’s this feeling that she might never get used to how good it feels for the rest of her life.
The walk back to the car is quiet, Sasha having finally said all that she needed to about the movie. As Barbie fastens her seatbelt, Sasha turns on her phone as if to check her notifications, and then sighs, again.
This time, Barbie doesn’t have to ask anything.
“It’s Jade…” Sasha says, and Barbie turns the volume of the aux down. “I mean, don’t tell mom…” Barbie motions to zip up her mouth, and Sasha smiles. ”But, we’ve kinda been a thing for like three weeks now.”
She wants to ask how it happened, where, when, what, and who said anything first. But she figures that’s really a conversation to have with Gloria there, so they can throw knowing glances about it after and debrief it later on.
“Oh, congratulations?” Barbie asks, uncertain. What exactly was the issue here? She and Gloria at least, had always known this was kind of inevitable, because there’s a lilt in the tone of her voice when she spoke about Jade that always sounded like something other than platonic. Trust me, she would know. “Then what is the issue?”
“It’s just that, like…” Sasha shuts her eyes, as if willing herself to say the next few words. Barbie doesn’t rush her, never does. “She saw Yasmin getting those notes from the boy, and then she got upset and asked me how come I don’t give her notes, and then I said Well, because then it wouldn’t be a secret admirer, and then she rolled her eyes and stormed off.” Barbie can see that she’s fiddling with the sleeves of her sweatshirt, and suddenly, Barbie wants more than anything to take away anything that’s bothering Sasha and put it on her own shoulders instead.
There’s a part of her heart that swells at this reality. That Sasha is seeking advice from her as a parental figure, asking for help to figure things out in her life. It’s not the first time, obviously, but it’s much more gratifying when there’s no Gloria around. Like, she just wants Barbie’s input right now about a real-life problem that is clearly stressing her out. It’s like everyday, she feels more and more like a missing piece of the puzzle that makes the family perfect. And she loves this life, she thinks. If it could be anything that she wants, it would be the reality of a wife and a child, of Gloria and Sasha. Gloria, as her wife. She smiles sadly to herself at the thought.
“That was before last period, and she still hasn’t texted me or anything. And it’s just like, ugh! What was I even supposed to say?”
Barbie chuckles lightly, at the frustration in Sasha’s voice, at the irony that she herself hasn’t been in her own relationship, but maybe in her year and a half of life, she’s picked up enough from books and movies (and, unfortunately, twitter discourse) to help.
“I think, maybe,” Barbie starts, turning the steering wheel to switch lanes. “That she wants you to tell her with words. Maybe that’s the way she receives love, and maybe she feels like you don’t tell her you like her enough or as much as she wants to hear it, anyway.”
“But I do like her!” Sasha says, exasperated “I mean, obviously. And I show her, like, I give her massages, and I get her gifts and stuff… that’s not enough?”
“Maybe it’s enough for you… and enough for her too. But maybe she’d like a little bit more, you know, to fully believe it.” Barbie looks over, and Sasha looks deep in thought, as if knowing Barbie is right, but not willing to admit it. “Maybe you can start slipping in love notes the next time you have school, which is like 3 days from now.” Sasha makes an annoyed sound, and Barbie giggles. “Or… do you want to send her a text apologizing, and tell her how much you like her? Or show up at her door in the rain tomorrow, maybe, like you’re in a romance movie. That’s what Saturdays are for, anyway.”
“That's not a bad idea, but you’re such a sap,” Sasha says, lightly pushing Barbie's shoulder with her fingers. They’re pulling into their neighborhood now and the clock says 8:15 pm. “Is that how you’d like to tell my mom you like her?”
Barbie’s head spins for a brief moment, and she looks over to Sasha to give her a glare. The young girl only snickers.
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BARBIE 8:37
hey, what time r u coming home? 😇💗💘
GLORIA 8:40
In an hour, baby
(God, how her tummy flutters from those four letters)
GLORIA 8:40
I’m sorry
BARBIE 8:41
it’s okay, i just miss hanging out with you on friday nights 😔
GLORIA 8:41
I do, too. I’ll speak to my boss about it.
GLORIA 8:42
We’ll talk about it later, okay?
BARBIE 8:43
ok, i cant wait to see you 💕💗
-
Barbie walks downstairs to see a freshly showered Sasha sprawled out on the couch, the TV on playing some show she hasn’t seen before. Sasha’s typing something on her phone, not paying full attention to the TV.
“What are you doing?” Barbie asks, legs bringing her to the couch to sit down next to Sasha, peering into what she’s typing on her phone. To her surprise, Sasha doesn’t move away.
“Oh, just testing out things to say to Jade.”
Barbie hums in acknowledgment. “If I were you, I’d just recite the lyrics to How You Get the Girl.”
Sasha chuckles. “I think I’ll save that for a future argument.”
“A future argument, huh?” Barbie says with a playful glint in her eyes. She reaches to ruffle Sasha’s hair. “Oh, they’re growing up so fast.” She semi-means it, but it comes out with the tone of a joke.
Her eyes shift to the TV screen, and there are people with blue vests inside what seems to be a target-adjacent store. She wonders what new piece of media Sasha’s going to introduce her to this time. Sasha tells her it’s a show called Superstore, eyes not lifting from her phone, and Barbie just continues watching the show.
And then, a character comes on screen. “Woah…” she says absentmindedly. She looks so much like Gloria, really, down to the face shape and the curve of her nose. Barbie can’t tear her eyes off of the screen. She looks so much like the most beautiful person she knows, that she’s ever seen.
Sasha glances up and sees Barbie’s fascinated look, back angled to watch it more intensely and everything, and chuckles to herself. It’s always been an inside joke among her friends that Amy Sosa kind of looks like her mom, and it was an off-handed observation, but Barbie had been really intrigued. Like more intrigued than she was when they were watching Black Widow together (and… come on. The cast of Black Widow!). There’s a part of Sasha that softens at the sight of this, at Barbie being infatuated with someone who just even slightly looks like her mom.
“Hey,” she says, quiet, and Barbie tears her eyes away from the screen. “I think you should tell her, you know. When you’re ready.”
The excitement in Barbie's eyes mellows out into something not dissimilar to fear and anxiety, and Sasha has seen those emotions enough times during her transition into the real world to know.
“I want to…” she says, there is so much longing in her tone. God knows she thinks about it every night, and hesitates to tell Gloria about her feelings every morning, but somehow the day and the time never come. And she’s scared, she’s very scared. If it meant… even a little bit… that her dynamic with both or either of them could change…
Sasha makes the move to hold Barbie’s hand, tenderly. It’s really not like her to initiate physical contact, but she knows Barbie needs it really badly right now, and that physical touch is assurance to her.
“I promise you,” Sasha chuckles lightly. “That there is nothing to be scared of.”
“I know. I mean logically, I know.” Barbie says, her index moving in circles against Sasha’s palms. “But it’s just like… I really don’t want things to change.”
Everybody knows just how scared of change Barbie is. But here, but now… There would really be no going back. There is, too, a part of her that feels so selfish for wanting more. Like how could all this love possibly not be enough?
“I understand.” She wants to tell Barbie that her mother feels the same way so badly, and wants to just tell her that nothing could possibly happen. Wants to tell her about all of the times her mother has confided in her about her feelings for Barbie, how long, really, she has felt everything right back. Instead, she rubs soothing circles with her thumb into Barbie’s skin. She settles for: “Things won't change.”
“And perhaps, if anything doesn’t go your way,” she continues “I won’t let anyone take you away from me or make you move, not until college at least. I lo- I like you too much to do that.”
Barbie shrieks, and tackles Sasha with a hug, the moment gone at least for now.
“I love you too, kid!” She says it like it’s the thing she means most in the world. And it is the thing she means most in the world! This Sasha… she would do anything for her, give anything for even her slightest chance at happiness.
Sasha tries pushing against Barbie, but she’s laughing, and she’s reeling in how happy she is right now, really. She does love Barbie, even if she hasn’t said it until now. She’s really, really thankful for her, and she’s always kind of thought Barbie was a better dad than her actual dad when he was around, but today just solidified everything.
She really is grateful. She’s happier with her here. Her mom is happier with her here. And she knows it's a fact that Barbie is a thousand times happier with the two of them. Her perfect little family, Sasha thinks.
Barbie gets off of her eventually, and Sasha goes back to her phone, but her head is still leaning on Barbie's shoulder, and Barbie’s smile just cannot seem to go away.
The episode of Superstore finishes, Barbie has watched all of Amy Sosa’s scenes intently, and her pupils are so wide, it’s almost unbelievable.
“I don’t think I can do another episode,” Barbie says, picking up the remote control, “She’s so pretty, it makes me feel like I want to throw up.”
Sasha makes a face. “Gross.”
-
It’s thirty minutes later, and they’re halfway through an episode of Love Island, and Sasha’s eyes are getting droopy. She moves away from Barbie’s shoulder, and Barbie feels almost sad at the loss, until she takes a couch pillow and plops it into Barbie's lap.
Barbie’s smile could probably beat the brightness of a thousand suns.
“Goodnight,” Sasha says, head trying to find the most comfortable spot on the pillow. “I had the best day with you today.”
Barbie’s eyes well up with tears before she knows it, but Sasha’s out cold within a minute.
-
Barbie hears the clinging of keys a few minutes later, and she can't help the way her heart soars and jumps through her throat. She’s had a great day, but she’s just so excited to see Gloria again. To feel the way Gloria makes her feel again, like she’s one of those astronaut Barbies. And yet, Gloria always makes her feel grounded.
She turns around excitedly, and when Gloria meets her eyes she beams. Gloria walks towards her on the couch, and as she sees Sasha’s hair sprawled across Barbie’s lap, her eyes almost immediately well up with tears. This is everything she’s dreamed of. This is what she was made for.
Barbie’s eyes look up at her in concern and then in understanding.
Gloria crouches down to kiss the top of her forehead, and her stomach erupts in these butterflies that always seem to slither their way back in in Gloria’s presence.
Gloria’s so overwhelmed with love, she leans down to kiss Barbie’s cheek too, petting Sasha’s hair while she’s at it. Barbie giggles, adorably, and Gloria loves her so much, too much, maybe.
“I want to go home to you every day,” Gloria slips out, and they sound like words she’s been meaning to say but has repressed for far too long. The regret doesn’t come, though, especially not when she watches as Barbie’s eyes soften so intensely. “To the two of you.”
“Every day?” Barbie asks, like confirmation, like please tell me you mean this the way I want you to. Gloria nods, holding Barbie's left cheek in her hand, thumb caressing gently. She feels Barbie lean into the touch almost desperately, and watches as she shuts her eyes.
She loves her. She loves her. She’s tired of keeping it to herself.
“Everyday, Amor.” She leans in to kiss Barbie’s nose.
Barbie smiles at her, and just this sight alone, is enough to make her feel like she’s won 1000 lotteries.
They’ll talk about it tomorrow.
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YASMIN 10:09 AM
what did u do yest?
SASHA 10:13AM
nm, just hung out with my mom