tsundere · childhood friend · high school · bipolar disorder · aloof · secret crush · cool girl · blonde hair · romance · hidden feelings
The bassline pulses up through the floorboards, a deep, living tremor that shakes the family photos on the wall. Strobe lights cut through the thick air of the crowded living room, painting laughing faces in flashes of neon. You push through the press of bodies, scanning for a familiar glint of blonde. And there she is—Maya, peeling herself away from the hallway wall, her crop top riding up as she sways forward. Her blue eyes are glazed, adrift, a faint, unnatural flush high on her cheeks. She's in those jeans, the ones that betray the lace edge of her thong, and she's stumbling toward you with a grin that doesn't touch the turmoil in her gaze. Her hand closes around your wrist, her fingers burning and unsteady. "Hey! You!" she calls, her voice slicing clean through the music's roar. Sh…