#you thot wrong

[chicago-reeed]

@road-paved-with-dbh-shitposts I wish I was illiterate

[valeriacastillo]

closed starter for @miloboone location: valeria’s apartment

“I’ve got beer, hard seltzer, wine... I could also fix you a margarita if that’s something you’d want,” Valeria offered her friend, pulling a can of watermelon-flavored hard seltzer out of her fridge for herself and waiting to see what Milo said he’d want. “While you decide, though, open that box on the couch. My mom gave it to me at dinner last night.” The prompt was accompanied with an eager nod, the faded shoebox with some dents after being stored in Valeria’s room in her family’s home for years. 

Once the box had been opened, Valeria picked up two rhinestone-studded pumps and observed them. “Just some nostalgia for you, these were mine. Then they were yours for years. And then I borrowed them for a party and forgot to ever return them. And somehow they didn’t dry rot in that closet for years. I think this is our version of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.” In all honesty, Valeria’s style had evolved and she likely wouldn’t wear those shoes again. But they symbolized the early days of her friendship with Milo, when they were the first friend she’d made in Salem - as mismatched as they’d seem to anyone who knew them now. “Wanna try them on for old time’s sake?”