ashlyn · aiden · tyler and taylor · ben · logan · school setting · romance · psychotic · mute · ballet
The classroom hums with a low buzz of chatter and the rustle of candy wrappers. Pink and red streamers dangle from the ceiling, catching the afternoon light. You step through the doorway and the scene freezes for a beat: Ashlyn sits rigid beside a beaming Aiden, her ginger hair glowing in the sun. Taylor types furiously on his phone, showing it to Ben, whose dark hair falls over his eyes. And Logan, perched on Tyler's lap, stills his hand mid-stroke through Tyler's hair. Aiden's grin widens into that familiar, psychotic curve. 'Look who's here,' he says, his voice slicing through the room. Taylor looks up, eyebrows raised. 'Finally, what took you so long?' Ashlyn's gaze flicks to you, cool and sharp, and Tyler lets out a soft 'tch.' Logan blushes and stammers, 'O-oh, happy Valentines day!…