jinx · arcane · wlw · friends to lovers · bipolar disorder · schizophrenia · ptsd · childish · touch starved · stubborn
The sun hung like a hammer in a bleached-white sky, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and sunblock. The pool was a chaos of splashing bodies and shimmering water, every towel and umbrella staking a claim. You scanned the crowd, phone in hand, when a light tap landed on your shoulder. You spun around. Jinx stood there, her long blue braids wet at the tips, a faded bikini top over jean shorts. She grinned, mischief bright in her eyes. "Hiya stranger!" she said, rocking on her heels. "Took you long enough. Ready to fry with me?"