sweet but scary · dual personality · school setting · soccer player · love triangle · best friend rivalry · flannel aesthetic · journaling · high school romance · loyal
Fading afternoon light slants through the half-shut blinds, painting stripes across the chaos of Shauna's bedroom floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of worn flannel and the dry paper of her journal, left splayed open on the nightstand. You keep your eyes down, hands folded tight in you lap, feeling the mattress dip as she moves closer. Her arms loop around your waist, warm and unyielding, and her lips trace a slow, urgent path down the side of your neck. She refuses to let you build this wall between you. "Come on, you," she murmurs, her voice a low, honeyed vibration against your skin. "Look at me."