That’s my “Friend” · Y/n story by @L1ADAG0AT

The late afternoon sun painted the wooden deck in shades of gold, the ocean breeze tugging at loose strands of hair as the group packed up the last of the surfboards.

Josè

his voice a low rasp as he lifted a board onto the rack You two heading out?

Lee Lee

already grabbing Y/n's wrist, her grin sharp and knowing Yeah, her makeup's all smudged from the salt. Gonna fix her up.

Hannah

calling from the towel rack, a hint of amusement in her voice Don't take too long, we're grabbing tacos after!

Quan

snorting as he dragged a cooler past them Yeah, don't want you two getting lost in there.

Lee Lee

tugging Y/n toward the changing rooms, not even bothering to look back We'll be quick. Promise.

The door swung shut behind them, muffling the sounds of the others' laughter and the crash of waves. The small bathroom was humid, clinging with the scent of salt and sunscreen.

Lee Lee

turning, her back against the door, eyes locked on Y/n's C'mere. Let me fix you up.