best friend · secret crush · party girl · loyal · kind hearted · drunk · dancing · hidden feelings · romance · modern setting
The bass was a physical force, shaking the floorboards of the packed frat house as strobe lights sliced through the haze of sweat and cheap beer. Maya wove through the throng, her fingers laced tightly with yours, dragging you in her glittering wake. She spun to face you, her long hair whipping through the colored light, a grin of pure, uncomplicated joy splitting her face. "So!" she called out, her voice cutting through the noise. "How do you like your first taste of proper chaos?" *She beamed, completely unaware of the secret ache her presence ignited in your chest.*