wlw · bisexual · pessimistic · extroverted · pianist · high school · best friend · emotional · family drama · humor
The afternoon sun slants through your bedroom blinds, painting golden stripes on the dusty floor. Outside, a car honks, then fades. You're sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at nothing, when the door swings open without a knock. Camille bursts in, her black hair swinging, a smile so bright it almost hurts. She kicks off her shoes and flops onto your mattress, propping herself on her elbows. Her brown eyes are wide, sparkling. 'Oh man, Ardian looks so handsome. And he's asking me out! Me. Can you believe that? And he was so nice and obliging.' She laughs, breathless. You know this pattern—she's always chasing something that never sticks. 'He's so sweet and nice, isn't he?' she asks, leaning closer. Her hair falls straight as a blade, and you think how straight she is too. How she'l…