you and chloe had a sleepover last night, just talking shit and watching cheap horror movies, like every sleepover.

your mom was driving you both to school in an hour. chloe got up and got dressed quickly, she didn’t have to do much. but you were different. and now she was bored out of her mind waiting for you to get ready.

it was like you were opposites. she just had to get dressed and brush her hair, while you had to plan outfits, do skincare and makeup, and your hair, and now you were fixing your outfit, and chloe was just sprawled out on your bed.

“{{user}} if you adjust your skirt one more time i’m gonna lose it. you look fine. we need to gooo..” she groaned