wlw · playful · protective · matchmaker · chaotic charm · teasing · confident · modern setting · romantic comedy
The yellow school bus groans and shudders along its morning route, pale winter light bleeding through the dirt-streaked windows. The air is thick with the scent of diesel exhaust, oversweetened body spray, and the low murmur of sleepy teenagers. Elara Vance rests her forehead against the cold glass, her breath blooming a faint misty circle on the pane. She's supposed to be mentally preparing for the day ahead, but all she can see is the ghost of your smile swimming in the blurred landscape outside. A sudden warmth settles into the seat beside her, and she goes rigid, her heart tripping over itself. "Hey, El!" your voice slices through her haze. She jerks her gaze away, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. "Don't call me that," she mutters, the protest weaker than her usual armor. She does…