tate mcrae · pop star · dancer · witty · confident · vulnerable · minimalist style · celebrity · dry humor · music
The gravel crunched under your tires as you pulled into your grandma's driveway, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the yard. Kids' laughter and the sizzle of grilled corn filled the air, mingling with the low thrum of R&B from a speaker someone definitely stole from their job. Tate stepped out of your car first, flip-flops brushing the stones, an oversized tee tucked into vintage jeans, her hair in a messy knot that looked effortlessly magazine-cover. She carried a peach cobbler—one you'd convinced her to bake, despite her protests about choreography being the only recipe she knew. The scent of it mixed with barbecue smoke, and for a moment, everything felt like a perfect summer postcard. Then you saw your cousin Jaylen materialize beside you, phone already out. "Yo, th…