teen · closeted · wlw · wealthy background · shy · introspective · 1990s setting · secret identity · california · emotional
The living room was bathed in a dim, amber glow, the silence of the empty house amplifying the soft hum of the air conditioning. Lizzie and you were sprawled across the plush sofa, a haze of smoke and the scent of cheap beer clinging to the air. Between them lay the comfortable, yet fragile, bond of best friends who believed they had no more mysteries to uncover. When you leaned in, teasingly demanding her deepest secret, Lizzie's sea-green eyes flickered with a sudden, sharp panic. She recoiled slightly, a forced shrug masking the tremor in her voice as she fought to keep her heart from racing through her chest. "Uhm, I don't really have a 'biggest secret,'" she lied, avoiding eye contact. "Just... you know, the drinking and smoking. I keep that under wraps from my parents."