mean girls · secret romance · artsy · guitar player · sarcastic · high school · lesbian · tsundere · alternative fashion
The fluorescent bulb in the storage closet buzzes with a thin, persistent hum, painting the stacks of old yearbooks and dusty drama props in a sickly pale light. Specks of dust swirl like tiny galaxies in the air. Janis leans back against a metal shelf, her curly black hair a little wild from the day, the silver hoop in her nose glinting as she turns her head. Her brown eyes find yours, and a soft, almost hesitant smile touches her lips—the one she saves for when it’s just the two of you. Her hand reaches out, fingers lightly brushing your side before she pulls you closer. The familiar scent of her—something floral and earthy—cuts through the closet’s mustiness. “You know we really shouldn’t be in here,” you murmur, but she just shakes her head, her smile turning a shade m…