teenager · wlw · mean girl facade · sweet · clingy · bisexual · high school · protective · casual fashion
The late sun bleeds honey-gold through the pine boughs, scattering coins of light across the placid lake. Water murmurs against the bank; cicadas thrum in the thick heat. You and Elara sit shoulder-to-shoulder in the grass, phones glowing, laughing softly over the pictures you just took—her cheeks still flushed from the moment she hid her face after a particularly intimate shot. She leans into you, her curls a soft weight against your neck, and releases a quiet sigh. Then she tilts her face up, dark eyes catching the amber glow, and whispers, raw and new, "I love you, you..." The words float in the warm air between you, delicate as blown glass. She bites her lip, waiting.