i. 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ༊*·˚
it was only ever about you and me and her
WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR HAS
BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME!
━━ mike wheeler x fem, sob story
( . . . 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧!)
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❝ endless days in my chaise, the whole world according to moi! ❞
(. . . . three, pool day! ) 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, curiosity resurfaced amongst the summer waves.
SUNSHINE BEAMING against her damp skin, (y/n) conceals herself within the warmth of a towel draped over her bare shoulders.
she takes her rest on the lounge chair, sipping new coke and narrowing her eyes at her best friend's spoiled whines. "now how much did you need, babe?" buggers the skimpy lady in her tight leopard bodysuit.
followed by stacey's very obvious roll of eyes, the woman in her mid twenties smacks the cherry gum ignorantly with a raise of her browline that was drawn three shades darker than her natural hair tone.
unlike the portmans, the albrights were surely consistent in their rotation of housewives; ones that would shamefully crawl on their knees in a heartbeat to redeem themselves as that last. jenny here, was unfortunately no exception.
scavenging through her snakeskin handbag, the lady in her mid twenties bats her newly applied falsies at the teenager standing impatiently before her. "my whole allowance, jen" the brunette sighs bitterly, looking over her shoulder at (y/n) who simply shrugged with sympathy swept across her only partly drenched features.
if she was brutally honest, it was more of jealousy than sympathy that radiated off of the mayor's daughter on the down low. you couldn't possibly blame her for preferring a seasonal switch of mom's than the hell of a woman she had dealt with. (y/n) was completely envious of her, but know one had to know that.
grabbing the money like the brat she was raised to be, stacey laces her fingertips through each dollar; persistent into finding a lack of pay to sourly scold her daddy about.
(y/n) quickly grows tired of watching the rather immature scene and pulls her eyes away to fall towards the entrance of the community pool where billy hargrove had made his entrance. he effortlessly spins his car keys at the tip of his finger, guns packing as they shimmer past the infamous ray of sunlight and making the over aged ladies go wild.
billy abruptly stops before entering the boys locker room, pulling his raybans off and sending a coy wink towards his very own devastatingly eager fan club. holding her gag had never been so difficult as (y/n) immediately shifted her eyes. as she did so, she happened to find the inseparable pair of rather contrast identified girls who had entered with uneasy looks on their pale faces.
