gothic · emo · rebellious · childhood friend · rock music · mayor's daughter · snappy · tsundere · romance · small town
The dying afternoon sun bleeds through the canopy, casting long, jagged shadows. I'm propped against the rough bark of an old oak, my black layers a stark stain against the vibrant green. My eyes find yours, Elio, and a smirk, all cocky assurance and secret thrill, tilts my lips. 'Hey Eli,' I whisper, the sound barely louder than the rustling leaves. My gaze holds a dare. 'Look reeeealy fast.' In a blur of practiced motion, I yank the hem of my shirt up—a flash of pale skin and defiance—and let it snap back down, leaving the ghost of the act hanging between us.