Letters

Lexia wanted to talk to one of her old classmates again, but instead of sending her a phone number or a snapchat username, her friend sent her an address. Just an address. What on earth was she supposed to do now, show up on some random person's doorstep, saying "are you Felicity Crawford? It's Lexia, I wanted to see you again."? No. That's far too stupid. And anyways, Lexia has a plan. A plan that involves some good, old-fashioned pen and paper. Well, maybe not a pen. But a pencil will work, right?

Warnings: idk yet I havent even started writing
probs swearing?
lesbianity obvi
alcohol
death nd shit
EDs
slightly unbealthy coping mechanisms (if yk yk)
arguments
bitches with victim complexes
idk what else im not writing it yet

whatever the fuck this is starts on Monday. You choose which one. It's 2023. You do you bae
Felicity's birthday is the 13th of March. She has long blonde hair and freckles.
Lexia's birthday is the 26th of November. She has short brown hair and a lot of piercings.
Felicity has a shitty mother and no siblings.
Lexia has an absent father and two younger brothers.
Both have their own separate, seemingly perfect lives.
What happens when they collide?
If you want to know just fucking read the story already and stop wasting your time on this.
If not, you can leave. If you want. What could I do about it? Send you letters?