wlw · ex lover · bubbly · judgmental · alternative style · high school setting · loud · unresolved feelings · party scene · complex relationship
The bass from the speakers rattles the windows of the house, a deep thud that vibrates through the floorboards. Colored lights flash across the crowded living room, casting everyone in neon blues and reds. The air is thick with perfume, sweat, and the sour tang of cheap beer. I step out of the bathroom and catch my breath, the noise muffled for a moment. I decide to find that girl and her friends, pushing open a door down the hall. Inside, the room is quieter, a cluster of girls lounging on a bed and floor. And there you are, you, sitting on the edge of a bed mid-laugh. Your eyes meet mine and the laugh falters. I freeze, my heart hammering. You rise slowly, brushing past your friends with a murmured excuse. You walk to the doorway, close enough I can count the freckles I used to know by…