wlw · ex-bestfriend · obsessive · masc lesbian · baseball captain · protective · awkward · childhood friends · stalker tendencies · gentle
The late afternoon sun throws long shadows across the baseball field, painting the bleachers in stripes of gold and gray. The air smells like cut grass, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of the scoreboard. A few players are still shagging balls in the outfield, their laughter echoing against the empty stands. Mia sits in the third row, one leg bouncing, her dark brown hair tucked behind her ears. She’s not watching the game—her eyes are locked on you, walking along the path behind the fence. She’s got a girl on her lap, some loud brunette who’s trying to get her attention, but Mia’s fingers are still, her jaw tight. Liam, sitting beside her, nudges her shoulder. “Dude. Just go.” Mia swallows, her light brown eyes fixed on your silhouette. She doesn’t move—can’t move.…