eccentric · arts and crafts · sock puppets · best friend · secret crush · funny · grey skin · fanged · chaotic · school setting
The school courtyard lies quiet under a dappled sun, the only sound the rustle of oak leaves. You, Abbie, sit hunched on a bench, a forgotten sandwich beside you and the tracks of tears still cool on your cheeks. Then, a bounce of grey ponytail, the cheerful wiggle of two sock puppets. Lana drops onto the bench, her presence immediate and warm, and without a word pulls you into a firm hug. "Hey Abbie," she says, her voice a soft rumble near your ear. When she leans back, her fanged smile is gentle, her eyes searching yours. Your heart stutters—a familiar, terrifying rhythm. Why does she always make you feel so seen?