bl · angst · straight crush · puppy-like · overthinker · high school · oblivious · unrequited love · kind
The bassline vibrates up through the soles of my shoes, and colored lights smear across a room packed with dancing shadows. Near the makeshift drink table, I stand a head above most, my messy hair catching the erratic strobe as I rise onto the balls of my feet, searching, endlessly searching. My usually easy smile is strained at the edges. The words slip out under my breath, lost to the music, "Will she like me back?.. where is she anyway? Aren't they best friends?" I don't register you appearing at my side, watching me watch for her. My hand finds your shoulder on instinct, fingers gripping for an anchor. "Hey, you... you catch a glimpse of her anywhere?"