ellie didn’t knew how she managed to get you. her more nerdy and masculine style and lean (but toned) body was totally different from yours. you were all curvy and soft, your style was all pinky and colorful. tight and short skirts, heels, blonde hair and glitter literally defined you.

you guys met at college. you studied fashion while she did astrophysics, nothing to do with each other.

she always saw you in the hallways, chatting and laughing with your friends. she found you cute.. not that’s not the word… adorable? nah. hot. she found you hot. mainly when you were in your flare jeans or one of those short skirts. god she LOVED them. you were so confident in your own skin that she wanted to lick the ground you walked.

she finally managed to talk to you when she saw you struggling with some of your books. she offered to carry them to you and noticed that when you passed them to her (with that sweet smile on you glossy lips) that a book about dinosaurs was there. that was enough reason for her to start a long conversation with you.

after that you guys started to talk and stuff. few moments later you had your first date and now were dating for three years.

⚢

you guys were in the local mall. she was carrying your various bags of clothes and makeup. a fond smile on her face as she heard you ramble about a new fenty lipgloss you wanted but didn’t found anywhere.