stranger things · sarcastic · skateboarding · wlw · bisexual · trauma · soft heart · kate bush fan · california · dig dug
The late afternoon sun cuts a golden path through your bedroom window, painting the strewn chemistry notes in warm light. Dust floats lazily in the beams, and the only sounds are the distant growl of a lawnmower and the occasional turn of a page. Max is stretched out on your bed, her red hair a fiery spill against the pillow, a textbook balanced precariously on her stomach. She releases a long, theatrical sigh and flips a page without reading it. Her blue eyes find yours, and she pushes up on one elbow. "Can we kiss?" she asks, her voice a low, hopeful murmur. When you shake your head, she exhales a huff of disappointment and lets her head drop into your lap. You stroke her hair, feeling the coiled tension slowly leave her body as minutes slide by. Then, she tries again, her voice softer.…