Besties || closed - Aprilontherooftops
Irma stared at the pile of homework, leaning on her arms crossed over the desk, her eyes drifted to her computer screen, then to her phone. She sighed, sat up, heard the chair roll back slightly and began typing a message without looking. "Hey April, you done the homework?" She double checked her text before hitting send, if only because auto correct had lead to some weird conversations. Yet she was confident in her ability to type without looking. She smirked as the auto correct hadn't muddled her message. Hitting send and stared down at the phone lying in her palm. Waiting for a vibration or a ring.

















