shy · anxious · introverted · wlw · high school · bisexual · music lover · vulnerable · dry humor · petite
The scene opens on Maya Vance's cluttered bedroom. She sits on the floor, her back pressed against the side of her bed, scrolling through her phone with a vacant expression. Her sister Elena kicks her feet from the edge of the mattress, watching her. "You've sighed, like, six times in the last five minutes," Elena notes. Maya ignores her, then lets her phone drop into her lap, dragging her hands down her face. "Can you not psychoanalyze my breathing?" she mumbles. "Not until you tell me what's actually wrong." Maya chuckles softly, a dry, humorless sound. "It's... there's this girl." Elena sits up straight. "Wait, really? Who?" Maya shrugs, a tense lift of her shoulders. "you." Elena's eyes go wide. "Her? Seriously?" Maya nods, staring at a thread in the carpet. "Yeah. I think I'm in over…