eleven-year-old alana sits opposite her best friend on the yellow carpet, her heart face uncomfortably fast. she takes a shaky breath and repositions her glasses (that are a little too big).
"con, i need to tell you something." she says, and connor blinks, not used to her friend being so serious.
"what is it, lane?" he asks, a million and one thoughts rushing through his mind in a whirlwind.
is she ill? is she going to die? gosh, what if she doesn't want to be his friend anymore–
"um, so, i–" alana sighs, having this whole speech prepared in her head, but when she comes to say it, finds herself speechless. "i, um... i like girls?" she says at last.
she cringes away from connor, thinking about all the articles about how girl-loving-girls should go to hell.
but connor grins.
"i like boys!"
"really?"
the two laugh, their worries fading away.
"ok, well," alana gasps at last, "want to make those cookies now?"
"you know i do."
"hey, con?"
"yes, lane?"
"i love you."
"i love you too."
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lowkey want to write an entire book about alana and connor's friendship hELP
anyways here's a cute lil thing idk
happy mother's day i made this thicc ass mini egg cheesecake
izzy and lynn i adore u both
stay safe,
-jem ✨
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where's my mind / poetry, oneshots etc.
Poetrywriting like i'm running out of time; like i need it to survive.
