πππ ππππ πππΌπ π πΏππΏ ππππ ππππππ ( lemon & ivy )
ππ·πΎ: @lemonlpβ and ivy st.james. ππ·π΄π½: monday afternoon, september 14th. ππ·π΄ππ΄: wmhs hallways.
IVY WAS ADMIRED BY MANY, FEARED BY MOST, AND BEFRIENDED BY FEW. lemon lopez-pierce, against all odds of their mothersβ past, was one of the few ivy had grown close with. they didnβt always gravitate towards the same people or events, but in spite of that ivy trusted lemon with her greatest secret. as much as ivy liked to pretend that she was invincible, she wasnβt, and lemon was painfully aware of just how vulnerable she could be.
still, it was business as usual. when the bell rang that signaled the end of school and the beginning to rush to grease rehearsal, ivy laid eyes on the blonde, she caught up to her, and looped her arms with lemonβs.Β βhey.β she said simply, keeping the interaction casual.Β βare you like, excited for rehearsal or what?β ivy asked, her tone signaling the beginning of one of her infamous, quick-paced rambles.Β βi donβt know how theyβre like thinking weβre gonna do born to hand jive together since weβre like the same size, but iβm trusting that like the vision is there.β
