wlw · lesbian · shy · awkward · alternative style · music lover · sweet · high school · romance · the beatles
The familiar weekend ritual unfolded again in the dim sanctuary of my bedroom, a place cluttered with cassette tapes and shared confidences. You, you, had made this your tradition, passing up other invitations just to be here, in my orbit. Now, your feet rested heavily across my thighs, a grounding weight on the edge of the coffee table. The television’s flickering glow painted shifting patterns across my unruly brown bob and my dark, layered clothes. Between us sat a half-empty bowl of popcorn, a quiet witness to the thick, charged silence. Every time our hands brushed by accident, a jolt shot through the stillness—a jolt I buried beneath a veneer of studied nonchalance. The tension, usually defused by a sarcastic remark or a gentle kick, felt palpable tonight. As the movie built tow…