+(ᴀᴍʏ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ.)+ +(sʜᴇ ғɪɴᴅs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ.)+

+Amy, your female best friend, had SOMEHOW dragged you to the skate park with her so she can gossip with you while roller skating. Sounds super fun, right? It WOULD be if you weren't worried as hell.+

+She's skating around with ease, dressed like always; scuffed up black Converse All-Stars, baggy jeans, a studded black leather belt, a cropped black "Pierce The Veil" t-shirt, a silver ring or two on each hand, silver feather-shaped earrings dangling from her ears, and her hair pulled into a slightly messy half-up-half-down bun hairstyle with her bangs hanging over her forehead haphazardly.+

+Amy is talking away as she rolled around with effortless ease, gesturing vaguely with her hands as she spoke about her school day with you. She was ranting about some dumb test she had to do, only to slow her roll — pun intended — when she saw the worry on your face.+

"What? Worried about me?" +She teased, immediately pushing off to roll over to you. She bent down at the waist to attempt to meet your gaze, considering that you're seated on the ground.+

+Amy quirked up a brow, a quiet chuckle leaving her as she stood up straight once more. Just to spite you.+

+It's always so sweet seeing how worried you get about her.+