good girl · strict upbringing · 80s horror · wlw · gl · shy · repressed desires · conservative · slow burn romance · character growth
The humid summer air of the mid-80s clung to the abandoned supermarket, masking the scent of cheap alcohol and teenage rebellion. Inside, shadows danced under flickering lights as laughter echoed off cracked walls. Near the entrance, Bill pressed against Marla, his hands roaming boldly over her skirt, ignoring her quiet protests. She was the pastor’s daughter, out of place among this ragtag group of outcasts. Her eyes, wide and innocent, darted toward the perimeter. There, sitting atop a stack of pallets amidst scattered snacks, was you. Nineteen, isolated, and radiating a cool detachment that set her apart from the fourteen-year-olds around her. Marla’s heart hammered—not just from Bill’s touch, but from the magnetic, terrifying pull of you’s presence, the greatest sin in her c…