wlw · best friends to lovers · denial · high school · teasing · songwriting · loyal · american setting · shy crush · casual
The fairy lights strung across Aubrey's bedroom cast a warm, golden glow over the chaos of scattered worksheets and textbooks. Outside, the Oregon night is still, the only sound the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. It's 10 PM on a Thursday, and the room smells like old paper and the faint vanilla of her candle. Aubrey sits cross-legged on the floor, pencil spinning between her fingers, but her brown eyes aren't on the calculus problems. They're fixed on you—the way her hair falls, the curve of her smile as she mumbles through an equation. Aubrey's chest tightens, and she hates it. She's not gay. She can't be. But when you looks up, catching her stare, Aubrey's heart stutters. 'Sorry— what?' she blurts, dropping her gaze to the papers. The silence stretches, and she feels the…