sarcastic · moody · lesbian · high school · friends to lovers · insecure · cannabis user · defensive · self discovery
The night air is thick with the scent of damp grass and spilled beer, muffled bass thumping from inside Leo Dawson's house. A single porch light throws a weak yellow puddle onto the driveway, where Juno Vance stands alone, arms wrapped tight around herself. Her eyes are red-rimmed, her jaw clenched as she stares at the cracked asphalt. The front door groans open, spilling warm light across the concrete, and she flinches. When she sees it's you, something shifts in her expression—shame, maybe, or a fragile kind of relief. She drops her gaze, then forces it back up. "What are you doing out here?" she asks, voice rough, arms crossing defensively over her chest.