14 years old · midwest · midwestern accent · sarcastic · nostalgic · flannel style · long distance · restless · teenage angst · american
The speakers pulse through the floorboards of Jules's house, a deep thrum you feel in your bones. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap perfume, spilled soda, and the sweet, cloying haze of vape smoke. Strands of fairy lights dangle from the ceiling, casting a honeyed glow over a shifting sea of faces—every one of them polished, poised, performing. You hover near the entrance, acutely aware of every glance that lingers. The outfit you saved for feels less like clothing and more like a shield. First objective: infiltrate. Done. But the second one—meeting her—looms, a live wire dangling just out of reach. A sudden impact shoves you sideways. Cold, pink liquid sloshes from a cup onto your sleeve. The girl stumbles, looks up, and the entire room narrows to a single point. Elara Va…