Luna Clark had been Ellena’s best-friend since the second semester of fourth grade, when the blonde moved to the state of Maine from a farm in Kansas. Her eyes were lost somewhere between blue and gray, the left being a little more blue than the right, and her hair matched her skin tone: palest shade it could be.
Kinley Jordan walked beside the two juniors, her honey-brown eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. Her hair blew in the wind, the chestnut curls bouncing along to the breeze. Her skin was dark, a deep shade of chocolate that she inherited from her mother. Kinley was a year younger than the others, a tiny sophomore.
As they walked, Luna was talking about her newest love, a sickly pale, blonde boy from somewhere in New York with mismatched eyes the color of the sky and the grass is covers, and who goes by the name of Alexander Wilson.
“He’s gorgeous El, like seriously. He belongs in a museum.” Luna gushed, almost tripping over her own foot.
“Not every slightly-attractive male belongs in a museum, Luna.” Kinley laughed at Ellena’s comment, Luna rolling her eyes.
“How’s Reagan, Kinley? You two do anything fun over the weekend?” Kinley blushed at the mention of her girlfriend.
“If you’re trying to ask if we’ve done anything yet, the answer is no. All we did this weekend was go to a movie.”
“All we did was go to a movie.” Luna mocked the younger girl.
“How’s your love life, Ellie? Hood make his move yet?”
“He obviously hasn’t, or else she would still be screaming.”
Right as the words left Kinley’s mouth, a soccer ball came flying out of nowhere, directly aimed at Ellena. It bounced off her head, and knocked her off her feet.
She thankfully landed mostly in the grass, her hair covering her face as she fell.
“Ellena! I’m so sorry, Luke distracted me when I was taking my shot. You okay?” He rambled as he helped her to her feet.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” She brushed the dirt off her dress. “We seem to have a thing for running into each other., don’t we?”
“Seems like it. Not that I’m complaining.” The blush that still lingered on her cheeks grew deeper. “How about we run into each other at that old diner on Mayberry at four-thirty on Friday?”
“Sounds good to me.”
And with that, he left.
And that’s when her squealing began.
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Fanfiction⟫ellena didn't get how she caught his attention while being plus sized⟪ Hiiiii :) I'm hoping this actually goes well. Please: ㄨNo hate. I know sometimes people hate on people who don't fit into society's definition of "skinny". I don't tolerate tha...
