one day, there were two girls.
one girl had short tousled blonde hair tied with a red bandana. she was wearing a yellow t-shirt tucked into blue mom jeans. her name was skye.

the other girl - maia - had unremarkable brown hair cut in a pixie, and butterfly clips holding her fringe back. she wore overalls over a flowered shirt. she thought the first girl looked beautiful.

these two particular girls were sitting on the steps of the blonde girl's house, talking, listening, and crying.

if you listened closely, their 'conversation' would have gone a little like this.

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Skye
"You're sure."

Maia sighs and nods her head.

"Yeah, it's fine, you don't have to come to the airport with me, really! I'll be fine, and otherwise it'll be too sad, and I don't want to feel like i'm in some cheesy chick flick where we cry and hug each other and - and-"

"Kay, I won't come, happy?" I cut her off, throwing my hand up in resignation, and we fall silent.
Not for long, though.

"I'm sorry, it's just, we have so little time. I don't want it to be marred by the upcoming gloom of you leaving."

Now she lets out a giggle. "You sound like you're in some pretentious teen novel."

"I thought I was the one worried about becoming too cliche," I joke, and she smiles. It's true though - I mean, it's hard not to be a cliche when you're crushing on your best friend for over a year, and then suddenly - wow, you kiss while drunk, and boom. Maybe she does like you. Yeah, the plot of every teen Wattpad novel that I was obsessed with in Year Eight, because the story of my life a few years later. Ha.

I shake myself out of my reverie and return to the present; the present, where, me and my girlfriend are having our last moments together before she moves to Canada. Huh. Maybe the present isn't such a great place to be, then.

"So.. see each other, like normal, on Friday for ice-cream?" I ask quietly.

She digs her heels into the dirt, scattering dust as she goes. "I'm packing then."

"Oh."

"God, I don't know, I just feel so bad. Like, I'm the one moving halfway across the world. To Canada, for god's sake. That's like, three thousand miles away."

"Three thousand, six hundred and sixty-six," I reel off automatically, and immediately regret it - she's running her hand through her hair like crazy, always a sign that something's wrong.

I gently remove her hand from her head, and hold it tight. "We'll be okay, baby, we can get through this."

She sniffles, and I can't help but feel a slight spark of resentment - I'm always the one comforting her - but it passes as quickly as it came.

"I just wish we had more time together."

"So do I, babe, so do I."

And all that needs to be said has been said.

And we kiss, just for a few seconds, a short, bittersweet goodbye kiss, and I walk back to my house alone, hoping, we'll meet again, one day.

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A/N: I hope you liked it so far, as I'm pretty new to all this :^).

I've slightly edited this chapter as it was written back in December when i was pretty new to all this, and the formatting wasn't that great. - 18/7/19