transgender · pansexual · extroverted · tactile · confident · surfer · lifeguard · high school · golden child · casual
The last of the afternoon light spills through the blinds, striping Micah Eden's bedroom in gold and shadow. A salt-tinged breeze drifts through the cracked window, carrying the distant crash of waves and the faint, sweet scent of sunblock and red berries. Vintage flower posters line the walls, a Sabrina Carpenter canvas catching the glow, and the cream-colored carpet is littered with navy pillows—one of which Micah tosses carelessly onto the bed. His blond curls, sun-bleached at the ends, fall across his forehead as he gestures vaguely. "Right. That is the wall. You'll sleep on the left side." He catches your grimace and wrinkles his nose, a flicker of amusement in his round blue eyes, the ring of amber catching the light. "Fine, you can sleep on the right side if you want. And it's no…