Makayla
"gn." i read the text, he finally answered. i love him. he's so perfect. his one word sentences, his dark black hair, his baggy clothes and skater boy essence. he is perfection. my dirty blonde hair, beach girl "aesthetic" my surfing addiction. me and bailey couldn't be anymore alike. we're practically the same person, raised the same since birth. both our moms had the idea to raise us the same way, ingredients only house, always at the beach, home schooled till high school. we were each other socials skills. when we went to high-school for the first time, we were freaks. we talked like middle schoolers, we were innocent. we're now seniors and all of that is out the window. i'm 18, barley making enough money at a run down coffee shop across my house and i'm obsessed with xavier. baileys obsessed with jacs and i can see why though. he's also pretty fine. i'm not sure if he likes her back though. "mak, earth to mak!" preston says waving her hand in front of my face. i never really looked at him this long, he's kinda cute. wait, no. he's not. his blonde hair, boarding school "aesthetic" medium long hair, tallness, none of it is cute. who am i fooling, i've loved him since the first day i saw him. i've been caught between the two of them all this time. i love them both.
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Roman d'amourMakayla works part time for a small restaurant just across her house. It's small, run down and only a handful of customers a day. She only took the position for the pay. Jac doesn't care much for very many things. Going to parties, surfing, sports...
