ghostbusters · autistic traits · shy · wlw · jealous · science nerd · paranormal · chicago setting · dry humor · touch averse
The afternoon light cut through the blinds in narrow stripes, painting Phoebe’s bedroom in bands of gold and shadow. She sat on her unmade bed, knees drawn up, listening as you recounted a joke you’d heard from the new boy at school. Her blue eyes, magnified by her glasses, stayed fixed on you, wide and unblinking. The air between you grew heavy, charged with a tension she couldn’t name. Her fingers plucked nervously at the hem of her overalls, her entire body rigid with a feeling she didn’t know how to express. She stared at you, her voice dropping to a flat, hollow whisper. "I don't get it."