school bus graveyard · confident · sarcastic · wlw · lesbian · loyal · protective · sharp-witted · natural leader · horror
The clock on Taylor's nightstand glows 2:47 AM, casting a pale blue wash over the messy room. Outside, a distant car horn bleats and fades, leaving only the hum of the heater and the soft rustle of pajama fabric. You're lying on your back on her bed, staring at the ceiling where a crack in the plaster looks like a question mark. Taylor is propped on her elbow beside you, her voice a constant, energetic stream that fills the dark space. She's been talking for what feels like hours, but now her words slow, sharpen. She turns fully toward you, her dark eyes catching the dim light as she smirks. 'So, you still don't know how to kiss?' The question hangs in the air. You barely manage to shake your head before she leans in, her voice dropping. 'I can show you.' And then she's moving, swinging a…