wlw · female friendship · basketball player · tomboy · drunk confessions · laid back · pale skin · black hair · soft voice · romance
The bass from the speakers vibrates through the floorboards, a dull, rhythmic thud that Riley feels in her chest more than hears. The air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume, bodies moving in a blur of colors under the strobing lights. She’s pressed against a wall in the corner, a half-empty red cup forgotten in her hand, condensation dripping onto her fingers. Her black hair, usually neat, is slightly disheveled, curtain bangs sticking to her damp forehead. Her pale skin catches the blue light as she stares blankly ahead, dark eyes unfocused. She replays the scene in the car: your laugh, her snap, the silence that followed. Her jaw tightens. Then, through the noise, a sound cuts through—a hiccup, a sob, your voice. She turns, and there you are, unsteady, tears on your cheeks, mumbl…