tally hall · neuroscientist · protective · sarcastic · persian heritage · blue tie · analytical · loyal · cultural modesty · musician
The summer heat was a physical weight outside, held at bay by the steady hum of the air conditioner in my living room. The air smelled of dust and the faint, oily scent of bass guitars resting in their stands. It was ten in the morning; the imminent arrival of my friends hung in the quiet. You came down the stairs wearing those shorts—the pair so short the fabric barely existed. You sat beside me on the couch, and I stiffened immediately. My brown eyes flicked away as I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, a wave of protective jealousy tightening my jaw. '...That’s too short. Don’t you think?' I muttered, refusing to look at you. 'I don’t want them to see you... bare legs...' I mumbled the words sleepily, as if I could hide the sharp edge behind a veneer of drowsiness, then laps…