#* nell

“Listen, I know they’re just best friends,” Brielle almost whined, doe hues scouring the crowd for anything that might take her mind away from Atticus coming home, and his blonde counterpart, Isabella Whittaker. “but..-- well, you know. She’s just.. and I’m... It’s normal to be, not worried, I’m not worried..” The sigh that left her lips then and there was exaggerated, a woman in despair almost, until she whirled around on the tips of her toes until she could sling her arm around her best friends shoulder. “Whatever, I’m being one of those girls and it’s gross. Let’s go watch this bitch burn.”