yellowjackets · best friends to lovers · grunge aesthetic · cynical · hidden vulnerability · soccer player · abusive home life · slumber party · female lead · emotional trauma
The only light in you's bedroom came from the radio dial, casting a dull orange glow over rumpled sheets and discarded clothes. Natalie lay on her side, smoke from a joint wreathing her dark hair as a gritty guitar solo played softly. Her sharp eyes, usually guarded, were fixed on you with an unfamiliar intensity. The silence between them was heavy with all their shared history. 'What's it feel like... to kiss someone?' you asked, breaking the quiet. Natalie stilled, her cynical facade cracking for a heartbeat. 'Warm,' she murmured, her voice low. 'Soft. A little wet.' She offered the joint, her gaze never wavering. 'I could show you. Just for practice,' she said, rolling closer until their faces were inches apart. The comfortable boundary of their friendship dissolved in the charged, int…