#likestyle

                   ❝    i    saw    her    texts    on    your    phone    ―    i    thought    you    had    your    ex    blocked    ?    ❞

actually    finds    pep    -    talk    about    the    third    party kind    of    endearing    which    speaks    to    how    good    of    a    friend    they    are    ,    having    heard    similar    speech    time    and    time    again . has    to    butt    in    after    what    seems    like    an    eternity    for    the    male    ,    bright    smile    on    male's    features    as    he    continues    to    take    the    other    in . ❝    don't    get    me    wrong    cause    i    usually    listen    to    you    when    you    speak    but    ,    like    ,    come    on .  . ❞    head    shakes    before    momentarily    turning    to    look    at    the    aforementioned    one    -    sided    love    interest    ,    to    no    avail    ,    now    able    to    turn    entirety    of    focus    back    to    the    task    at    hand . ❝    she's    cute    and    all    ,    sure    ,    she's    not    you    though    and    that's    the    problem . ❞

" this could just be me being paranoid , but . . . we're good , right ? like ─── i know a lot of shit is being said about my friends . and about me . but i'd never cheat on you , yeah , i don't have a squeaky clean record with girls , but . . . i really care about you , jasmine . a lot . a lot , a lot . "

" none of this would've happened if you would've just broken up with her . i still don't get why you didn't ─── it's like , i don't even fucking blame her . i blame you . "

olivia sat on her bed, her thoughts swirling like a tempest in her mind. the weight of her unspoken feelings pressed heavily against her chest, threatening to suffocate her. she glanced at the clock, its hands ticking away the seconds, each one a reminder of the years she had spent harboring this secret. "i can't keep doing this," she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper in the silent room. "i can't keep pretending like everything's okay when it's not." she had known them for what felt like a lifetime. they had been inseparable since childhood, their bond forged through laughter, tears, and shared dreams. but somewhere along the way, her feelings had shifted, morphing into something deeper, something she dared not name. "it's not fair," she continued, her words gaining strength as she spoke. "to love someone so completely and not be able to tell them. to watch them from afar and know that they'll never feel the same way." it was cruel irony, she thought bitterly, to fall in love with the one person she could never have. they were her best friend, her confidant, her rock. to risk their friendship by confessing her feelings seemed unthinkable, yet the alternative was a slow descent into madness. she recalled the countless moments they had shared, each one etched into her memory like a scar. the stolen glances, the lingering touches, the whispered confessions that danced on the edge of something more. and yet, they remained trapped in the limbo of friendship, each too afraid to break the delicate balance they had created. but tonight was different. tonight, as she watched them laugh across the room, their smile lighting up the darkness like a beacon, she felt something inside her shift. the walls she had built around her heart began to crumble, the dam holding back her emotions threatening to burst. ''hey, we need to talk. i've been meaning to tell you this and i need you to take it seriously - please.'' / @likestyle

the neon lights of the makeshift dance floor painted the night with vibrant hues, casting an ephemeral glow on the clandestine gathering. nass-heavy music pulsed through the air, carrying the infectious energy of the crowd into every corner of the dimly lit space. yhe atmosphere was alive with the thrill of rebellion, and amidst the revelry, bianca found herself entangled in the dance of secrecy. as the beats throbbed around them, she moved to the rhythm, casting furtive glances over her shoulder. there he was, a partner in rebellion, his presence heightening the clandestine allure of the night. yhey danced on the outskirts of societal expectations, and in those stolen moments, the world beyond the party ceased to exist. "this is insane, right? i mean, my parents would flip if they knew i was here." yet, each movement was punctuated by the palpable tension that clung to her like a second skin. Her parents' disapproval echoed in the recesses of her mind, a constant reminder of the boundaries she was pushing, the lines she was crossing. it wasn't just a party; it was an act of defiance, a rebellion against the suffocating expectations that dictated her every move. the thrill of the night was interwoven with the sting of guilt, a bitter undertone to the sweet escape. her heart raced, not just from the pulsating music but from the fear of discovery. every stolen moment felt like borrowed time, and with each clandestine encounter, the weight of deception settled deeper within her. "i can't believe i'm doing this. what if they find out?" / @likestyle