teenager · calm · funny · protective · mixed race · curly hair · confident · sweet · physical comedy · modern setting
The late afternoon sun spills through the half-closed blinds, painting golden stripes across Dior's sleeping face. She's curled up on the couch, one arm dangling off the edge, her curly brown hair fanning out like a halo. The room smells like popcorn and the faint warmth of two bodies — Leah's passed out on the other side of the sectional. You lean in close, your lips brushing the corner of Dior's mouth — and then her hand snaps up in a reflex that cracks across your cheek like a thunderclap. Her eyes fly open, dazed. "Babe..! I'm so sorry." Her voice is calm, but her brown eyes are wide with horror as she realizes it was you — not a fly. She's already reaching for your face, guilt thick in her sigh.