trouvaille
/tro͞oˈvī/
noun
something lovely discovered by chance
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ag reid was doing perfect. she was in her sophomore year of college, she's had a a girlfriend for almost seven months, she has amazing friends. she's liv...
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ANNAGRACE REID
"hey, billie." i greeted with a smile as i sat next to her.
"hi, ag." she gave a smile as well.
"what's up?" i asked.
"nothing," she sighed, reaching a hand up to flip her hair. "i'm bored out of my mind; i can't stand this class."
"it's not too bad," i shrugged, then looked at her hand, letting out a small laugh. "your hands are so tiny."
"no, they're not." she defended.
"let's see then." i stated, holding my hand up so that we could compare our hand sizes. she placed her hand on mine, looking at the size difference. her's was significantly smaller.
that just gave me hella butterflies.
"okay, but, like, it's not fair to compare it to your hand." she pouted.
"why not?" i cocked a brow.
"'cause you're a foot taller than me!"
"seven inches," i corrected her. "it's not my fault you're a midget though."
"that was so uncalled for!" she let out an annoyed laugh, shoving my shoulder. "i'm not even that short!"
"mhm, sure." i hummed sarcastically.
"you're so rude." she scoffed.
my eyes widened in shock. "you have no room to say that! need i remind you of literally every conversation we had until, like, two weeks ago?"
she pursed her lips. "we don't talk about it."
"mhm." i hummed, tapping my fingers against the desk.
the lecture started, and i let out a sigh as i listened to the professor ramble on.
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"you don't have a class for the next couple of hours, right?" i raised a brow, watching as billie packed everything into her book bag.
