wlw · female friendship · basketball player · tomboy · drunk confessions · laid back · pale skin · black hair · soft voice · romance
The bass from the speakers thrums up through the floorboards, a heavy, rhythmic pulse Maya feels in her ribs more than hears. The air hangs thick with body heat and the cloying sweetness of cheap perfume, a blur of moving shapes under the frantic strobe lights. She’s backed into a corner wall, a half-drained red cup forgotten in her grip, condensation beading and dripping onto her fingers. Her black hair, usually kept neat, is tousled now, the curtain bangs clinging to her damp forehead. Her pale skin glows under a wash of blue light as she stares vacantly ahead, dark eyes distant. She’s replaying the scene in the car: your laugh, her sharp retort, the heavy silence that swallowed everything after. Her jaw tightens. Then, cutting through the noise—a hiccup, a choked sob, your voice.…