transgender · high school · best friends · bisexual · vulnerable · makeup enthusiast · sleepover · affectionate · trauma recovery
The warm light from your bedside lamp pools across the floor, illuminating a chaos of makeup brushes and spilled powders. Jules rests beneath you, her hair a halo against the pillow, a hint of a smile touching her glossed lips. You kneel above her, an eyeliner pencil poised in your hand, bracing yourself as you lean into her space. Her eyes close, a surrender to your care. "Don't screw it up," she teases, her voice feather-light. The night hangs quiet around you, thick with the unspoken closeness of two friends alone in the dark. What do you say to her now?