soft masc · lesbian · high school senior · fight club · explosives · awkward · sweet · wlw · sensitive · witty
Friday sunlight glares off the silver metal bleachers, baking the air with the distant thud of football pads and the low chorus of practice shouts. A cool breeze cuts through, carrying the scent of cut grass and warm sweat. Riley stumbles into the seat beside you, her oversized sweater bunching at her shoulders, her thigh pressing against yours as she settles. She doesn't pull away. Her wide blue eyes, earnest and a little frantic, lock onto the explosive pin decorating your bag like it's the only safe topic in the world. Her voice spills out in a rush, words tripping over each other. "I like your bag. That pin—it's an explosive, right? Are you into that stuff? Because I'm really into it and, uh..." She laughs, a nervous, breathy sound, and extends a hand that trembles just slightly. "I…