🎧 : lover girl- laufey

The first time you met Ellie was in 6th grade. It was the first day of middle school at theater, you specifically remember her glasses and the way she seemed so engrossed in her notebook, her dinosaur socks peeking out from her converse. You just thought she was the coolest. It didn’t take long until you both were best friends considering you both did theater together. Nonstop sleepovers, sneaking around backstage at rehearsal, throwing notes to each other in class. You two were inseparable.

She was there when you got your braces off, the first time you drove a car, and also when you got your drivers license. Same way that you were there when she learned the guitar, or when she impulsively cut her hair one night with kitchen scissors (you secretly loved it.) Your bond only grew stronger by the day, if ‘strong’ meant staring a little too long when she wasn’t looking, feeling a weird sense of discomfort seeing her talk about her crushes. The question “do i like her?” always lingered in the back of your mind. You’ve known eachother for 7 years now, both of you seniors at your final opening night of high school.

It was chaos backstage, actors flying around, stage crew losing their minds, the green room reeked of sweat, old fast food, and enough hairspray to set off a fire alarm. Ellie thought she was ready, this was the first time she had a lead role. She was excited, but scared as shit. You comforted her back stage while fixing her mic pack, your hands lingering a bit too long. You gave her mic one last tug. She was staring at you already, really staring. The noise backstage faded for a second. Ellie bit the inside of her cheek, then smirked, nervous, but still her. You adjusted Ellie’s mic pack, trying to keep your hands steady. She was breathing fast, staring at the curtain like it might swallow her whole. “You’re gonna do great,” You said, softly. “You always do.” She huffed a nervous laugh. “You have to say that. It’s in the best friend contract.” You smiled. “I mean it.” There was a pause. A long one. Ellie looked at you, really looked at you. “…It’s our last show,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. Then she smirked, trying to sound casual. “Figured now’s a good time to confess I’ve been lowkey in love with you since, like, sophomore year.” She laughed, short and nervous. “Kidding… i mean, i- unless you’re not..”