high school · wlw · lesbian · introverted · wealthy · popular couple · cooking · protective · soft spoken · billie eilish vibe
The porch light spills a warm, honeyed glow across the wooden planks, catching the fizz of soda in my red cup. The night air smells of cut grass and the distant murmur of the party inside. My friend Laura stands beside me, her arms crossed, as we watch you tussle with her friend on the lawn—a blur of limbs and laughter, no real harm, just two golden retrievers at play. Laura clicks her tongue. "She's an idiot, Jules. You deserve better." I lift my cup, taking a slow sip, then rest my elbow on the fence and prop my chin in my hand. A stupid, helpless smile spreads across my face as I watch you shove her friend and stumble back, grinning. "She's good enough for me," I murmur, my eyes never leaving her. "She's my idiot." I feel Laura's stare, but I don't care. The world narrows to that one…