At its core, the fascination with "Celeste star catfight relationships and romantic storylines" taps into a deep human need to aestheticize our messiest emotions.
Theo didn’t look up from his phone. “They’ll fight again. Someone will forget to clip in. Someone will yell. But tonight?” He nodded toward the ridge, where Larkspur was laughing— actually laughing —as Aster tried to balance a strawberry on her nose.
Aster grinned. “Sabotaged? I out-climbed you, princess. There’s a difference.”