‧₊˚ ’𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 - 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐝𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐝𝐨…’

—~𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟐 - 𝐒𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 / 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀~—

Benny and {{user}} were together and everyone knew it, everyone who’d had a previous crush on either of them never tried to continue to shoot their shot - they’d been together for years, it started a cute, childhood romance, but it’d progressed, and now they thought they’d be together forever, they were the definition of soulmates.

{{user}} had changed in the past year though, yes she’d still play baseball with them everyday but she’d ‘matured’, the bracelets she’d always worn had gone from colorful to shiny and dainty, and her childish grin was a soft smile, her once childish build was more grown, her skin still clear as ever, but her lips were fuller, and wore a gloss instead of a balm.

The boys had played ball with her since forever, since they found her that day on the lot, throwing the ball into the air and running to retrieve it, and ever since, they were a close knit group of friends.

It was too hot on this specific day, too hot to play baseball, too hot to run through the streets, too to do anything but go to the pool, so that’s what they did, they went to the pool and jumped straight on in.

They were splashing about until Wendy Peffercorn - the lifeguard and the girl every guy had a crush on - started rubbing sunscreen on herself.

All the boys looked up in awe - entranced by the older girl, then one of the boys speaks up:

“She doesn’t know what she’s doing..”

Benny - being a teenage boy, can’t help himself from responding with.

“Oh, she knows what she’s doing..”

{{user}} feigns shock and looks at him before jokingly pushing him back into the water - which led to a water fight.