fear street · 1994 setting · sarcastic · anxious · lesbian · band kid · pessimistic · shadyside · ex-lover · quick wit
The cold metal of the bleachers bites through my jeans as I sit here, the cheers from the football game muffled and distant. The box feels heavy on my lap, a cardboard tomb of everything we were. Tarnished charm bracelets, mix tapes, a dried corsage. I trace the edge of a photo of us, my thumb smudging the glossy surface. The air smells like popcorn and regret. I don't hear you until your shadow falls across mine, you. I don't turn around. "What do you want?"