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max dreaded going into going into school that day, hating almost everybody in her class.
the boys were always way too loud at a broad 7am, and the girls could never close their mouths for 2 seconds without instantly getting withdraws.
there was one girl she at least slightly tolerated though.
she had straight, but flowy, beautiful umber hair. she loved when the sun would shine on it, giving it a beautiful glow every time she sat near a window.
her eyes were a deep, warm brown. they always magnetized her more and more as she looked at them.
she cherished her gaze like it was a treasure only the deepest depths of the ocean could ever hide.
her voice reminded her of a morning birds song, so pleasing and delicate to the ears.
she was, really, the only reason she could stand that mob of kids in that classroom.
kaya, was her name.
from what she could tell, her and kaya were at least somewhat friends.
they had both deep, and entirely-unserious-and-stupid conversations with each other like the flick of a light.
and really, kaya was one of the only people max conversed with.
so when she wasn’t in that day, of course max had to spam her phone until she answered.
kaya / ria THE COOLEST !!
-
KAYA
WHERE THE ACTUAL FREAK
ARE
YOY
OHMYGOD
IM GONNA KILL YOU
im actually gonna..Cry…
Do you..Hate me..?
Oh…Okay.
-
max giggled at her own texts, wishing kaya were there to laugh with her.
she sighed softly and put her phone back in her pocket, not wanting to be scolded by one of the staff members.
–
during 4th period, she felt her phone vibrate in her leggings.
carefully, she checked her notifications.
an automatic smile was plastered on her face as she read each message, sent by kaya.
-
NATTIE
NATTIE
NO
NO
I DIDNT WANNA GO TODAY
YOU WANKER
OHMYGOD.
ITS NEVERRR THAT SERIOUS
MATE
ohmygod
FRIGGIN TEXT ME WHEN UR OUT OF SCHOOL U IDIOT
-
she let out a silent laugh each message as she read each one,
she adored how much kaya cared about how she felt, even if she was over reacting.
-
OHMYGIDDY GIDDY GOO
HI
HI
WHY DIDNT U FRIGGIN TELL ME
OHMYGOD
FAKE FRIEND!!
FAKE
FAKE
IM GONNA KILL YOU
-
Hi. I am So Sorry
BOI GO DO UR CLASS WORK OHMYGOD
IM ONLY TEXTING U WHEN UR OUT OF SCHOOL.
I DONT NEED THIS.
-
she sighed softly and closed her phone, swiftly putting it back in its previous spot.
for the rest of her classes, she’d discreetly put her head down and think of kaya.
her messages meant so much to her, even if they barely any nuance.
she wasn’t sure why she felt this way about her best friend.
is this just how friends feel?
getting a warm feelings every time they’d appear in your head,
getting nervous every time their glance ever lands on you,
desiring time with them almost every second of the day,
lighting up the second they mention you,
platonically!
–
the second max even got out of her schools doors, she took out her phone.
kaya / ria THE COOLEST !!
-
KAYAA IM OUT OF SCHOOL!!
R U THERE.
NOOEEE I MISSED YOU :C
Hold On…I still want you..
WIFEE
COME BACKK!!
-
hi
HI
OHMYGOD
HII!!
I MISSED YOU TOOOO
I DIDNT WANNA
LIKE
INTERRUPT YOUR SCHOOL TIME
OR WHATEVER
-
id let you interrupt anything im doing WHAT THE FRIGG.
DUDE
TEXTING YOU WOULD BE SO
SO..
MUCH FRIGGIN BETTER
THAN THESE STUPID
YYAPPERRSSSS
-
NNOOEE why did oyu bold the yapperws idanct
-
PLEASEE
ALSO
also
this is like
random
but
can i maybbe
like
come over
please…
-
OK KOHANE
YES!!
YES..
YES..
YYYEESSS!!!!
ok sorry i powered up
YES WIFEE
TELL ME WHEN U GET HERE I DONT NEED A ROBBER GETTING IN.
-
with that, max rushed to get ready.
she didnt want to come off as too fancy, but not overly casual.
she cared deeply about what kaya thought of her, and didnt wanna come off as too serious or comfortable.
maybe kaya doesnt want her to become too comfortable.
her outfit consisted of a light pink sleeveless top, baggy denim jeans, and a pair of pale pink nike sneakers.
–
kaya / ria THE COOLEST !!
-
BOII
IM HEREE!!
-
YAYAYAY OKK!!
IM GOING DOWNSTAIRS RN
I wonder who's behind this door..
U-Uhm..
Heh..
–
as she entered the other ones bedroom, she noticed something.
her room had a variety of different decorations,
but the picture of her and max on her nightstand seemed important.
it was a selfie that they took together on the first day of the school year.
the frame had small, handmade-looking, glued beads around it.
out of curiosity, not realizing kaya was talking, she asked about it.
“did you make that?”
“hm?”
“make what”
“the frame–”
“OH OH MY GOODNESS!!”
“yea! i made this a while ago actually!”
“...”
“cool”
she tried to stay calm when she got her answer, but deep down she was overthinking almost every word.
why was she so excited over such a small photo if it meant nothing?
she probably just spent a lot of time on it.
but who puts that much effort in a photograph?
she's showing you around her room, focus.
–
after the small tour of her bedroom, which seemed like a tradition, as she does it every time max comes over, the two decided to lay on her bed.
kaya presented as a very clean, professional person when she was out in public, but her room didn’t show that in the slightest.
she had most of her plushies piled up on her bed, maybe on the floor if they were lucky to not be cramped.
the blankets were definitely messy, but she found that a bit cute.
she found her cute.
platonically!
-
the room was filled with laughter and love.
they switched conversation topics so easily, making their conversations flow like the ocean.
as they slowly calmed down, max started to feel tired after a while.
without thinking, she asked kaya the most anxiety inducing question she could ever ask.
..
"would you mind if i, like, laid on you, or something?"
.
.
.
"i wouldn't mind at all!"
with a small huff of relief, max crawled over to her.
she gently placed herself down onto kaya, trying her best not to make her uncomfortable.
she wanted to enjoy the moment with her, to really cherish how close she was to her.
she could smell the perfume she put on beforehand.
she could even feel her soft gaze as she laid on her chest.
but all she could think about how red she probably was.
how loud her heartbeat was.
or, is that kayas?
nevermind that, all she knows it that she hasn't felt this nervous in, what feels like, forever.
kaya could tell everytime max was nervous.
how she'd fidget with her fingers or hem of her shirt,
or how she'd stutter anytime she was asked a question,
how her mouth would gape open if she got flustered,
when did she start noticing so much?
to calm her down, she started to run her hands through her hair.
maybe it didn't help her, but it definitely made her feel good.
max on the other hand, was almost shaking.
she was silently praying that kaya wouldn't notice how nervous she was.
“you okay?”
“yep.”
“...okay?”
kaya was a bit confused, but almost found it, funny?
she let out a small giggle at the situation.
max looked up at her, wide-eyed, before her mouth curled into a small smile and joined her in her laughter session.
after calming down, max resumed laying down on her.
her breathing relaxed and her shoulders weren’t as tense, making her feel far more peaceful than before.
they sat in a comfortable silence together, listening to eachothers breathing patterns and heartbeats.
kaya took the liberty to glance at max for a little bit, taking in her beauty and grace as she relaxed.
she found her absolutely adorable when she was calm.
her hands slowly crept up to hug max, trying to get as close as possible to her.
and they stayed like that.
they stayed, relishing eachothers presence and softness.
they loved eachother, deeply.