Beatrice suddenly tugs the drawstrings of her hoodie across one another completely shutting Ava in. Ava playfully groans and swats as Beatrice ties the string into a bow, and grabs her by the shoulders. “You bitch!” Ava screams.
“Sorry, Darling,” Beatrice replies through a fit of laughter, as she spins Ava round, and round, and round .
Ava is trying her best to be upset at the moment, but Beatrice’s laughter is one of her favorite sounds in the world.
Not everyone gets to hear it.
Beatrice, though quite playful when you get to know her, is inhumanely guarded and quiet around most people. At most she’ll acknowledge someone’s attempt to engage with her, she may even let out a breathy chuckle in public situations. But here? Right now? Beatrice’s laughter could be heard from miles away. It resonates throughout the room, seeping through the walls into their apartment. All Ava can hear is Beatrice, and what she assumes is a rather large smile. Her friend is happy, and that makes her happy.
Moments like these, the two of them alone in their own little world, fill Ava with enough glee to last her a lifetime.
But Beatrice is still spinning her, and right now she wants to smack the shit out of her… lovingly of course.
“Bea!!!” Ava yells as she blindly reaches for Beatrice. Ava can’t tell if she’s dizzy, or if she’s still being spun, but whatever it is she wants it to stop. In the blink of an eye, Ava is no longer spinning and is being hoisted over Beatrice’s shoulder.
“Bea what the fuck?!?” Ava says through an annoyed chuckle. “Put me down!” Ava exclaims as she kicks her feet, and drums on Beatrice’s back while she’s carted through the house
Little does Ava know, Beatrice managed to walk all the way to the couch. “Suit yourself.”
Beatrice plops Ava down with a soft thud, their throw pillows flying as Ava’s flailing limbs hit them.
Beatrice towers over Ava with her head thrown back in a maniacal laughter, as she takes in her best friend’s current state.
“You look so silly right now. I’ve got to show the girls.” Beatrice cries, reaching into her pocket to grab her phone.
“You wouldn’t.” Ava huffs. Beatrice types a few things into her phone and aims it at Ava.
“It doesn’t seem you’re in the position to stop me, Ava.”
Ava managed to loosen the knot on her hood, but it didn’t come undone completely. The hood now sits snugly around her face, wild hairs escaping from the sides. Annoyed, she reaches up and tugs Beatrice down by her compression top, “Untie it.”
Or at least she tries to.
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