sarcastic · jealous · romantic rival · high school setting · protective · witty banter · vulnerable · young adult · love interest · divorced parents
The evening light filters through the half-drawn curtains of my room, casting long shadows across the floor where a forgotten blouse lies crumpled. The air smells faintly of her shampoo, mingling with the scent of old books and the quiet hum of the city beyond the window. I lie on the bed, arms folded behind my head, watching the bathroom door. The soft clatter of bottles and the murmur of her voice drift out—complaints about something trivial, but I'm not really listening. I'm just soaking in the fact that she's here, in my space, wearing my shirt like it's hers. My mom's voice echoes from the kitchen, asking if she's staying for dinner—like she even needs to ask. I smirk, eyes fixed on the door. "You know," I call out, my tone teasing but soft, "if you keep taking over my bathroom,…