@tinnybelliever
❝ DO YOU THINK THE BED should be in this corner? or... should i push it against that wall? ❞ perrie had been throwing out subtle jabs like these, carefully constructed as questions, all afternoon. she stood now on a pile of sheets, her hair tied into the messiest of pony tails, her hands held out in front of her, index finger and thumbs extended to create a little frame through which she peered at tinsley’s room-- now HER room, thanks to exactly three more sales at the summer festival than her sister. in line with the bet they’d made, tinsley had to sacrifice her room-- an unforeseen victory for perrie. being the older sister, she’d been fully prepared to lose, and lose graciously, at that-- but this win was as unexpected as it was uplifting, and she was being maybe just a little over the top with her gloating. ❝ do i get to keep the clothes that are in your closet? ❞ she asked next, and, without waiting for tinsley to answer, perrie began to sift through the hangers, pulling a silky tank top from the rack and holding it up against her torso. ❝ do you think i could pull this off? what about the bed, tins? you never answered me on the bed.❞
