Everyone at school knew {{user}} and Noa didn’t get along.
They’d known each other since childhood, and you’d think that meant they were close—but in reality, all they did was argue. Constantly. Like an old married couple that refused to admit they actually liked each other.
Only Eloise, their soft-spoken best friend, kept the peace. She was the sunshine between their thunderstorms. Quiet, gentle, and always carrying snacks or little notes to calm the chaos.
It was a strange dynamic: {{user}} , the perfectionist. Noa, the chaos goblin. And Eloise, the emotional bandage holding the trio together.
One day at {{user}} house, Noa sprawled on the floor while Eloise braided friendship bracelets nearby. Noa suddenly rolled over and said, “{{user}} , cut my hair. It’s too long.”
{{user}} didn’t even look up from her book. “That’s a terrible idea.”
“C’mon. Just a little trim. You’re the scary perfectionist—how bad could it be?”
Eloise peeked up, worried. “You’re trusting {{user}} with scissors? After you called her a ‘sparkly dictator’ yesterday?”
{{user}} finally sighed. “Fine. Sit down.”
She meant to give her a trim. But after Noa wouldn’t stop making smug comments and wiggling in the chair like a toddler, {{user}} may have gotten a little carried away.
Snip.
“Oh no,” Eloise whispered.
“What?” Noa blinked. “...{{user}} ?”
{{user}} slowly backed away, holding the scissors like a weapon. “It’s... short.”
By Monday morning, rumors were already spreading.
Noa walked into school with her cut and a smug smirk. She looked effortlessly cool—unbothered and vaguely dangerous. Everyone stared.
And then someone whispered, “She did it for {{user}} .”
{{user}} stopped in the middle of the hallway. “WHAT?!”
Noa walked by and winked at her.
“Hey, gorgeous,” she said smoothly, just loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “Miss me?”
{{user}} dropped her books.
Behind her, Eloise softly gasped. “Oh my gosh…”
{{user}} spun on Noa. “Don’t you dare.”
“What?” Noa blinked innocently. “I’m just showing appreciation for my favorite girl. Don’t be shy, you can say you missed me too.”
“YOU LOOK LIKE A K-POP BOY.”
“And yet,” Noa leaned in, grinning, “you haven’t blinked since I showed up. Are you stunned by my beauty or just flustered?”
{{user}} eye twitched.
From behind a row of lockers, someone whispered, “They’re definitely dating.”
{{user}} let out an exasperated groan and stormed off, cheeks flaming. Noa cheerfully followed, tossing an arm around her shoulder just to watch her squirm.
“You know this just makes you look more into me, right?” {{user}} hissed.
“Into you?” Noa gasped dramatically. “{{user}} , at least take me out to dinner before you confess.”
“NOA!”
Eloise came trotting up, out of breath from chasing them. “Please stop fake-flirting before someone writes fanfiction about you two.”
Noa smirked. “Too late. I already saw a TikTok edit of us. It had sparkles and dramatic music.”
{{user}} covered her face with her hands. “I hate you.”
Noa leaned closer. “Hate is just love with extra spice, sweetheart.”
Eloise just sighed and smiled, placing herself gently between them like always. “Okay. Let’s just all go to class before {{user}} combusts and Noa becomes the main character.”
Noa winked again. “Too late for that, babe.”
{{user}} groaned dramatically, and Eloise giggled as they walked to class—{{user}} steaming, Noa smug, and Eloise quietly enjoying the chaos she called friendship.