❝ good isn't who you are, fiorella. it's what you do. ❞
IN WHICH a girl with powers just wants to live a normal life but constantly finds herself in shitty situations with her best friend.
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄? 𖥔 ݁ ˖.☀︎ ݁˖.𖥔
"Sandwiches?"
Ella didn't need to look at the person next to her to know who it was, smiling brightly as the two stepped out of Midtown High School's front doors. "You know it. I can't hang, though. Told dad I'd go grocery shopping with him."
Peter chuckled, plucking an earbud from his right ear as they walked towards the city bus stop, "Did you take Harren's Algebra 2 test today?" Ella scoffed as the two boarded the bus, "Yeah, what kind of shit was that? I'm not even 100% sure we learned half the material on the damn thing." Peter chuckled at that, both of them gripping the same bus pole as the bus began moving. "I think Harry flunked it, poor guy was sweating and stressing the whole hour."
Peter laughed with a nod, "Yeah, math's always stressed him out. He's a science guy."
The two friends chatted the entire bus ride, before hopping off a block away from their favorite sandwich shop; Delmar's Deli.
"Oh, did you sign up for that college prep class?" Ella mumbled as they approached the deli. Peter shook his head, opening the door for Ella. The cool deli air flooded around her, and she began fishing around in her backpack for her wallet. "No, I figured I'd sign up next year. Hey, Mr. Delmar."
"Ah, my favorites!" Mr. Delmar smiled as he leaned against the counter. Ella smiled widely at the man as she found her wallet and pulled out a 20 dollar bill. Peter pulled out his wallet, but Ella shook her head and wiggled the bill in his face, "On me. I don't have any smaller bills." She smirked at his shocked expression as she turned towards Mr. Delmar, "A number 5 with pickles, smushed real flat. And a number 7 with banana peppers and chipotle sauce, smushed real flat." She smiled at the sandwich maker behind the counter and gave him a thumbs up before passing Mr. Delmar the bill and placing 2 bags of gummy worms and a bag of potato chips on the counter.
