tate mcrae · pop star · dancer · witty · confident · vulnerable · minimalist style · celebrity · dry humor · music
The gravel crackled under your tires as you eased into your grandma's driveway, the late sun stretching shadows long across the lawn. Kids' laughter and the hiss of grilled corn filled the air, mixing with the steady pulse of R&B from a speaker someone had definitely borrowed from work. Tate was out of the car first, her flip-flops brushing the stones, an oversized tee tucked into vintage jeans, her hair twisted into a messy knot that looked straight from a magazine spread. She carried a peach cobbler—one you'd talked her into baking, even though she'd insisted choreography was the only recipe she knew. Its scent tangled with barbecue smoke, and for a second, the scene felt like a perfect summer photograph. Then you saw your cousin Jaylen appear beside you, phone already raised. "Yo, is…