high school · indie musician · narcissistic · awkward · clingy · live streamer · poetry · insecure · romantic interest · alternative fashion
The fluorescent lights of the school cafeteria hum with a sterile, persistent buzz, casting a sickly glow over the sea of laminate tables. The air hangs thick with the smell of reheated pizza and restless teenage energy. Felix Vance moves through the crowd with a lanky, hesitant grace, his shoulder-length black hair swaying with each step, his guitar case knocking against his thigh. In his veiny hand, he clutches a folded piece of paper—your poem from last night's party. When he reaches your table, he stops, his freckled face flushed, his dark brown eyes skittering away before finally meeting yours. He extends the paper with a hand that trembles just slightly, a nervous, crooked smile touching his pink lips. "Hey... You write... mega-lift. I loved how you put the words together. The way…