LITTLE WITCH❣️ FOOLISHGAMERS

33 | irl

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"SOMETIMES PRACTICE DOESN'T cut it. You know what I mean?"

"No, no I get it." Tina's reply is immediate. "Talent sometimes really does like, put you out there you know? Like—like Lynds! No matter how much time I spent practicing stuff when we were younger she was always better than me. She's just good at everything she does even in the first try!"

"Wha—" Lindsey goes to say, appalled that her best friend would just flit out information as such.

The problem wasn't Tina spilling it per say but rather how she set it up like the girls had some never-ending competition on who could be better. A competition of which Lindsey always won.

(As if. If Tina winning meant hearing that overly pleased shriek of excitement and seeing that wide grin threaten to split Tina's face apart, Lindsey would always let her win.)

username: TINA 😭
username: the universe is on lindsey's side
username: is there anything lindsey can't do
username: why is she so perfect
username: is it just me or does tina speak too highly of lindsey

Lindsey's eyes dart rapidly as she reads chat. A balloon of anxiety begins to inflate in her lungs.

Never in her life has she ever been good at everything first try.

She failed her driver's test three times because she couldn't parallel park. Without Lana's help, she probably would not have passed her high school english classes. Sometimes she has to read things three, four, five times before it really clicks. She never could play an instrument: had the lungs for it, but couldn't memorize the proper fingerings for notes. Anything she drew was horribly crooked, anything painted became smeared, and if you put her in front of a room with a script her heart felt like it would beat up her throat and out of her mouth with whatever she had eaten.

Most other things she was good at came with extensive practice. Memorizing the periodic table of elements (sue her, it was fun), remembering spacecraft types, timetables and equations, and perfecting each flick of eyeliner. Realistic planning, science, loving her friends, winning arguments, and soccer.

Soccer is her one thing she didn't have to practice. That was her talent. She connected to it on what seemed like an otherworldly level even when she was young. Like she had too much experience for her little two year old body and brain to understand and execute the sport so well that it couldn't be normal.

Soccer is her safe place.

She wishes she could crawl into it now.

username: common lindsey l dragging her friends
username: ^ when any of them say she was doing that??
username: jesus yall switch up so fast
username: you love her until she has talent? make it make sense
username: i wish everyone in here being an ass that their pillows are always HOT
username: you all just hate seeing a woman win

The brunette waits for a pause in the conversation to announce her departure. She isn't sure when it switched from the topic of herself to if mermaids exist, but she appreciates the change nonetheless.

When Foolish's sentence dwindles down as Tina continues drawing, Lindsey pipes up. "I'm going on a run."

Tina pouts, flicking her hair back. "Awww, okay. Be safe!"

"Bye Lynds," Foolish replies half-heartedly. His lack of energy makes her smile despite its negative connotation. He hates when she leaves, yet he knows better than to stop her (most of the time).