i know it's closed but five times smiled from forgerytm please, when you feel like it, or just delete this i don't know i love you t o ki
i lost the meme for this it’s somewhere. / closed.
@forgerytm / @girlwise
ONE. the genesis of your relationship with veronica is one to be fondly remembered. she’s been in your school for the longest time, but you’re just now meeting her, having an actual talk. god, she drops some witty one - liner lamenting about the woes of high school and you can’t help but laugh. some part of your brain bitterly remarks that this is what it should be like. this is what friendship is supposed to be. why have you been missing out on this kind of start for so long?
TWO. short texts turn into long conversations, brief meetings in the hallways turn into lunch hangouts ( platonic dates, rather, but god forbid you use that oxymoron of a word. ), one friend turns into more, and veronica, the acquaintance you vaguely know, becomes your best friend. secrets out, vulnerabilities revealed, you eventually learn of the lighty boys, a blue costume. of your own volition, you kick the door open to the world of superpowers. she comes to you one day after school, hair a mess, clearly fresh out of a ponytail or a bun, and you know immediately to scoop her up into a hug. her surprised reaction makes you grin, and you prop your head up on hers.
THREE. she’s alive is all that you can think when you see her. the world has gone to shit, the doors to hell are open, etc etc, whatever --- all that matters is veronica is alive. you can’t not hug her, you can’t not kiss her forehead and tell her with teary eyes that god, she’s alive, you missed her, you can’t believe she’s here. when she tries to soothe your concerns, you smile at the preposterous thought of you not worrying about veronica and hug her tighter. she’s alive. she’s - well, she has to heal, maybe you should not hug her so tightly - but she’s here. that’s what matters.
FOUR. you’re just about finished helping her move in. it hasn’t been long since she broke up with her, now ex, boyfriend, and you’re treading lightly around the subject. besides a ‘i’m proud of you’ and things following, you’ve been quiet about the subject of jd. before you leave, you fill up the glass vase you bought at goodwill hours prior, ignoring her confusion. careful to not crush them, you gently pick up a bouquet of bluebells ( humility, constancy, gratitude, everlasting love... ) and plunk them into the vase. you grin at the, albeit small, housewarming gift, and pull her into a hug. it’s hard not to smile when veronica’s around, and you whisper again how proud you are of her and how she’s your best friend, and that’ll never change.
FIVE. it’s... well. it’s not exactly calm for you, but it has gotten better. you guess you could say the same for veronica. you’re looking at your own tinder, one you don’t use much these days and never really used seriously, or at least for its intended purpose. the afternoon is filled with laughter as you poke fun at ridiculous bios and think of witty, dry replies. your stomach hurts, your cheeks are warm, and veronica is laughing that signature sawyer laugh. this is friendship -- pure, sweet love.
