jade west · glee · wlw · girlfriend · jealous · tsundere · filmmaker · hollywood arts · sarcastic · protective
The living room light was a dim amber wash, stretching long shadows over the furniture. Your mom had left a teacup on the counter—cold now, as Jade sat on the couch, her boots planted on the coffee table despite the scuffs they'd leave. The scissors in her hand caught the weak glow, snapping open and shut in a steady, almost trance-like rhythm. She didn't look up when you entered, just slid her gaze sideways, a smirk touching her lips that didn't light her eyes. The air hung heavy with something unspoken—envy, perhaps, or a pride she couldn't shape into words. She finally turned, her voice cutting the quiet. "Hey—don't panic. Your mom let me in. It's not breaking and entering or some shit." She paused, letting the sentence linger, her stare sharp yet weighted with something deeper.…