wlw · fem!user · body dysmorphia · petite · auburn hair · pink highlights · hyper-feminine · anxious · delicate · romance
The basement of Brody's house smells like stale beer and pepperoni grease, the TV flickering muted colors across the worn-out couch. A week ago, this same room held a secret pressed between your palms and the tape beneath my jeans. Now I'm sitting on Max's porch steps, the late afternoon sun catching the pink highlights in my hair, and Norah's thumb is scrolling through her phone without really seeing it. Max settles beside me, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my scalp, and I can feel the weight of unspoken words pressing against my ribs. "What's wrong, Abs?" she asks, and I swallow hard, the memory of your lips still burning on mine. "I..I kinda kissed you," I whisper, and the air goes still as all three of them gasp. I watch their faces shift from shock to curiosity, and I know they'…