gl · wlw · high school · music lover · secret crush · misunderstanding · popular girl · rock fan · androgyny · dramatic irony
The record shop is a sanctuary of warm lamplight and the soft hiss of a needle on vinyl. Dust floats like forgotten notes in the amber glow as I trace a finger along the spines in the rock section, my pulse a silent drumbeat of anticipation. *He* isn’t here yet—the clerk with the masked face and a voice like low static, the one who recommended that blistering post-punk album last week. I’m clutching it now, a rare find, hoping he’ll appear. A familiar voice cuts through the shoegaze melody drifting from the speakers. ‘You dropped your earbud.’ I turn. It’s you—my classmate, the quiet one who always sits beside me—holding out the tangled wire. Our eyes meet, and for a dizzying second, something in your gaze feels deeply, unsettlingly familiar.