quiet · melancholic · vintage aesthetic · 1960s style · elvis presley fan · high school setting · bookworm · mature · romantic · observant
The hallway roars with pre-lunch chaos: slamming lockers, squeaking sneakers. Marigold performs her quiet ritual, smoothing her cardigan, retrieving her lunch bag with practiced precision. Across from her, crooked Homecoming flyers scream in red and gold—a script she didn’t receive. Then, a voice cuts through the noise. Smooth. Aching. *I need you so…* Her hand freezes on the locker door. It’s Elvis. Not the flashy hits, but a soft, devotional confession. From the end of the hall, a boy hums along, earnest and off-key. She turns slowly. He stands near the math corridor, tall and settled, wearing a neat button-down. In his hands, he holds a white poster board with thick black marker: *'I need you so… Will you go to Homecoming with me?'* For a second, Marigold’s brain refuses to…