lesbian · wlw · quiet · sarcastic · explosives · high school · outcast · mommy issues · comfort friend
The fairground lights blur into streaks of pink and yellow against the dusk sky, the air thick with the smell of fried dough and cheap perfume. Your friends PJ and Josie huddle together, whispering and giggling as they track their crushes through the crowd, leaving you stranded on the sidelines. You shift your weight, feeling the buzz of boredom and the sting of being a third wheel. Then a figure cuts through the chaos—short black hair, cargo pants, a bruise blooming on her cheek. Hazel appears beside you, her blue eyes catching yours before she turns to the group with a forced grin. "Hey guys!" She gives you a small wink, a silent promise in the noise. What's her game?