𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 | CHAELISA (Eng. Ver)

The prettiest human alive.

It's midnight now. Lisa's family is asleep while she's on the playground where she used to spend so many afternoons playing with Ella, building sand castles and scraping their knees on the ground. She doesn't know when she'll have the opportunity to come here again. It's bittersweet, but at least she's not alone.

Rosie is sitting on the other swing, eyes darting up and down as she sketches a night sky on the last page of an old book. Rosie doesn't have to say it, but Lisa knows she's feeling uneasy, too- the girl often draws stars, clouds and the moon when she's trying to calm herself down. She's been like this for as long as they knew each other, drawings only getting better as the years went by.

Lisa keeps her phone's flashlight on so Rosie can work with ease, mindlessly tapping her feet the floor as she keeps alternating her focus from the art to the way Rosie's hair keeps falling over her eyes, dying to reach out and put the loose strands behind her ears. Maybe even brush her fingers against her cheeks, let her thumb travel to her lips and-

"Are you nervous?" Rosie asks, pencil still dancing over the book. "About college, I mean."

"A lot," Lisa answers after she manages to stop wondering how it would feel to have her fingers on top of Rosie's lips and comes to her senses. "But at least we'll be roommates."

"Yeah," Rosie giggles, "I thought I'd be stuck with some weirdo I know nothing about for years, but turns out the weirdo is just you."

Lisa scoffs. "You don't know how much I regret bringing you to this trip with me."

"You would be bored to death without my presence," Rosie winks and Lisa rolls her eyes to the back of her head. She hopes the darkness is enough to cover the red flush that takes over her face.

Rosie's attention returns to the drawing and Lisa keeps admiring her in silence, wishing this moment could last forever. If she had half of her friend's skills, the view in front of her is exactly what she would like to draw- a pretty girl under a bright sky, jaw clenched, tongue sticking out in concentration. Lisa's gaze falls to Rosie's hands, watches how strong her grip on the pencil is and feels her mouth go dry.

Lisa is ready to spend the next minutes screaming inside of her head because, sure, Rosie is the prettiest human alive, but Lisa has no idea when her best friend became this attractive, when the wind starts to blow and Rosie shivers, closing the book to wrap her arms around her own body.

Lisa is glad that she's a loser that walks around with a hoodie even in the middle of the summer, because now she can remove it and hand it over to Rosie, who is way too vulnerable when it comes to sudden temperature changes.

Rosie accepts it, but she does it with a pout on her lips and a mix of guilt and appreciation shining in her eyes. "What about you?"

"I'll be alright," Lisa reassures the girl with a pat on her legs and a sweet smile. "Now put it on. I don't want you to get sick."

Rosie nods. "Thanks," she says before she throws the hoodie over her body, exhaling when the warmth of the fabric embraces her skin, causing her muscles to relax. Then she stops, turns to look at Lisa with fond eyes for a second, and says, "You will make a great girlfriend, you know that? I'd date you if you weren't my best friend."