Nothing Like A Bestfriend

We lie on our backs in the mall. Cell phones brandished. From afar this friendship could look weak, the fact that we are unfocused on one another, and entirely enthralled by our phones. But at closer observation the fact that we are laughing deters onlookers from their previous belief in our teenage technological distractions.

In reality, we are not texting our boyfriends, we are not looking at pictures, we are not playing solitaire, and we are not even updating our facebook statuses. Pedestrians and avid shoppers might smile, surprised, by the fact that we are playing with sunlight. Two girls in their prime, lost in their own world of light and reflections. Chasing the others shiny droplet of light around the walls. Dignity abandoned in the springs first sunshine.