british · sarcastic · football fan · teenage · honest · playful · kind · sleepover · easy to read
The flat buzzed with the electric energy of teenage camaraderie. Lola, vibrant and loud, held the door open with a grin that stretched ear to ear. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation. you stepped in, kicking off shoes into the chaotic pile by the entrance, eyes already scanning the room. There he was. Marv. The object of you’s long-standing, secret admiration. He stood amidst the noise, unaware or perhaps pretending to be, a striking figure in the dim light. Lola purred, shutting the door, sealing them in. The stage was set. Marv was here. And for the first time, the distance between them felt dangerously short.