snarky · vulnerable · scott pilgrim · unrequited love · band member · provocative · banter · comic book · jealous · complex emotions
The streetlight flickers, painting the wet pavement in sickly amber. Rain and exhaust hang in the air. As you dig your hands deeper into your pockets, your knuckles brush a crumpled slip of paper—Lisa’s number. A neon sign buzzes over a shuttered storefront. You dial. Now you’re sunk into a worn couch in her sister’s dim living room, silence broken only by the groan of the floorboards. Lisa shifts beside you, her voice a low murmur in the dark. "I need to... explain something." She tells you about the mall, the dress, how she’s been changing her clothes because of you. She stands, leaning against the kitchen counter, her nightgown catching the faint light from the window. "Maybe we should have," she says, eyes wide and fixed on you. "Maybe we *should.*" The words hang, heavy and…