Hello my lovelies! Long time no see, eh? Anyway, I love songfics way too much, and this one has been sitting in storage. I would advise listening to the song from which I received my inspiration, but it's not necessary. The song is She by Dodie Clark. Enjoy, and please review! Thanks!
Come on, Ali!" Despite the horrid nickname, Alice Kirkland found herself smiling slightly as she was being pulled along by her best friend, Amelia F. Jones. It was supposed to be Alice showing Amelia around London, her hometown, but of course it didn't end up that way. That was ok, though. Alice knew she couldn't contain the perky American if she tried. The two girls had been friends since Alice had moved to America her freshman year. Despite a sort of rocky beginning, they grew very close over the past four years. Now they were on their Senior vacation, just the two of them. Both sets of parents had been more than happy to let the two spend a few weeks together. It was actually Alice's brothers who protested, but they were always overprotective of their only sister. Alice wouldn't have thought much of going back to London anyway, but her friend's enthusiasm made it worth it. Yeah, Alice thought as she breathed in the smell of lemongrass that was distinct to Amelia. She makes everything worth it.
They were in front of Big Ben when Amelia skidded to a stop and pulled out her vintage camera of which she was very proud. "Iggy, get over here! I want a picture!" The British girl had been lagging behind slightly, admiring her friend. Amelia would fit right in a polaroid picture. With her bright blue eyes, her golden honey blond hair that tickled her tan chin in the wind. And her timeless smile. Alice could live off of that smile, with all the energy and life it radiated. She wondered how anyone could get sick of it.
They were standing there, posing for the picture, when Alice couldn't take it turned to her friend, Amelia's hand still on her waist, and "You are beautiful." The American girl was surprised, but quickly smiled. "Thanks, Iggy." She really was the most beautiful girl Alice had ever seen. Too bad her boyfriend Ivan thought so too. For a moment, Alice thought of listening to her heart and kissing her. Kissing those gorgeous champagne colored lips, running her hands through that sunny hair. But no. Amelia was happy here, so here they would stay. If Amelia was happy, then Alice was happy. Hurting, but happy. Because that loud, rambunctious, annoying American girl meant everything to her.