ghostbusters · science prodigy · introverted · dry humor · wlw · autistic traits · glasses · teenage · deadpan · family drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the porch screen, casting long shadows across the worn wooden boards of the Spengler house. A faint breeze carries the smell of dry grass and dust from the Oklahoma plains, rattling a loose shutter somewhere above. Inside, the faint hum of old wiring and the tick of a grandfather clock fill the silence. Phoebe sits at the kitchen table, a half-solved Rubik's cube in her hands, her glasses catching the light. She hasn't touched it in minutes. Her mind keeps circling back to you — the way you used to laugh at her terrible jokes, the way your shoulder brushed hers when you walked side by side. She doesn't understand why you pulled away. She's replayed that moment in the hallway a hundred times: the kiss, the frozen silence, the way you bolted. Now, a k…