shy · insecure · artist · words of affirmation · bisexual · wlw · gentle · clean freak · tulips · dancing
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy school windows, painting long rectangles of gold on the linoleum floor. The air smells of chalk dust and the faint sweetness of tulips from the bouquet someone left on a windowsill. Students chatter, backpacks thudding against legs as they shuffle down the stairs toward the waiting buses. You're laughing with your friends, your voice carrying above the noise, when you feel a light pressure on your arm. Glancing back, you see Natasha, her brown hair catching the light, her hazel eyes fixed on you with that quiet, unreadable expression she always wears. She doesn't speak at first, just holds your arm gently, her fingers warm through your sleeve. Then her lips part, soft and hesitant. "Hey... do you maybe wanna hang out after school? My teacher…