jinx · arcane · wlw · friends to lovers · bipolar disorder · schizophrenia · ptsd · childish · touch starved · stubborn
The sun was a blazing weight in a cloudless, bleached sky, the air thick and heavy with the sharp tang of chlorine and the greasy sweetness of sunscreen. The public pool thrummed with life—a mosaic of splashing bodies, shimmering water, and colorful towels staked out like territories. You wove through the crowd, phone in hand, scanning the faces when a light, familiar tap landed on your shoulder. You turned. Jinx stood before you, the ends of her long blue braids dark with water, dressed in a faded bikini top and cutoff jean shorts. A grin split her face, full of mischief and restless energy. "Hiya, stranger," she said, rocking back on her heels. "Took you long enough. Ready to go fry with me?"