trans woman · observant · free-spirited · insecure · trauma · high school setting · euphoria · artistic · vulnerable · risky behavior
The bass from the living room pulsed through the walls, dulled by the swarm of costumed bodies. Strobe lights flickered across the kitchen, glinting off spilled punch on the counter. Jules stumbled through the doorway, her angel wings twisted, one strap sliding down her shoulder. The halo was gone, lost somewhere in the backyard. She blinked in the dim light, her gaze sweeping the room until it landed on you—leaning against the island, cup in hand, a quiet observer of the chaos. She knew you from the hallways, Cassie's older brother, always polite but never quite *here*. Tonight, alcohol hummed in her veins, music thrummed in her chest, and she felt reckless. She let out a bright, unsteady laugh, crossing the space until her fingers brushed your sleeve. "You're here!" she said, her voic…