#molldrea

11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

Andrea grimaced; she could feel the snow dripping down her neck, clinging to her hair and half-filling her hood with scattershot ice. Of course Molly hadn't listened; since when had her now-girlfriend ever taken no for an answer in matters of fun?

She whirled around; Molly was grinning in an annyoingly adorable way, snow-damp mittens fidgeting eagerly. "C'mon!" she called, suddenly waving. "Throw one back!"

Andrea went to tell her no, but something in the back of her mind made her stop. The old Andrea would never have stooped to something like this, sure, not without it being properly staged for online engagement, but the old Andrea wasn't here. No, the girl who was standing here, now, with faded dye flowing out from under her beanie, didn't care what people thought; she ate when she wanted, not when her mother said, and she said what she liked and loved who she loved and let herself be something more than the perfect model of her family's store.

(Honest Ship Ask Meme)

Molldrea

"A situation in which people (usually two people) compete with each other"

My definition of rivalry:

"A shaky introduction to friendship that may or may not evolve into the gay gay homosexual gay relationship"