" i'm crying. nah i fucking love you you just don't get it. "
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She was her best friend. The only person to ever understand her quirks, her dorkiness. That weird thing she does where she pretends she could smell because honestly, was born without having a sense of smell.
She knew nearly everything about her. The amount of freckles on her face, her first words, the specific shade of blue her eyes are, her first kiss (which she'd really know, I mean, she was Perrie's first kiss.)
She knew her dreams, what she wanted to do once they're off of school. She wanted to pursue a career in music, be a star, top the charts, make others happy. She loved that. Hearing her talk and ramble about her future concert concepts, her speeches for non-existent awards.
And she knew Perrie could name every single detail about her. What she had for lunch, what time she woke up, what type of shampoo she used. It sounds weird and well, it is but, it's them.
They've always been Jade and Perrie, Perrie and Jade. The blonde and brunette duo. The two Geordies with undistinguishable accents. It's always been like that since the moment they met and they don't plan on stopping that now.
Sixteen and young, running around the halls of their high school to try and hang out with their friends who were seniors. They were a duo, a package deal, some would say.
The two have known each other since second grades and were best friends since. They were inseparable and— and it was perfect. To them, at least.
"Perrie, where the fuck are you taking me?" Jade asks in a hushed tone as they ducked, hid in the shadows, maybe even vacant classrooms as they ditch classes yet again.
You'd think that with their constant shenanigans, they'll be failing, maybe even kicked out of classes but that's when Jade gets an advantage. That's when she feels like she has a purpose.
Perrie doesn't like it though, having Jade to do her homeworks, her projects. I mean, she'd hide it from the brunette so she won't do it but somehow she'd always find a way and she'd always end up doing it as long as the blonde supplies her with the thrill. With fun.
(Jade isn't boring, by the way. Everything's just better when the blonde does it.)
The blonde doesn't reply to her, she just covers her mouth with her hand, eventually having to carry the smaller girl as they silently make their way out of the building. "I'm taking you to the movies."
"The movies? Jesy works there, you idiot! She'd tell me mam!" She shrieks, attempting to get off of the girl as Perrie furrows her eyebrows, "Isn't she supposed to be in class? And why would she tell your mam anyway?"
