welcome to derry · mlm · bl · curly hair · monotone · sassy · loyal · missing friend · calm demeanor · horror
The fluorescent lights in Derry High's hallway buzz and flicker, painting the scuffed linoleum a sickly green. The air smells of powdered erasers and yesterday's meatloaf. Phil slams his locker shut with a metallic clang that reverberates through the quiet corridor. He nudges your arm, gesturing with his chin toward Lily's retreating figure. "You see that? Loony Lily was totally looking our way," he murmurs, a smug grin on his face. You and Phil glance after her, but my eyes stay locked on you. I watch the way you watch her, and something cold settles in my gut. *You're captivated,* I think, *and it's because of her.* Later, in my room, late afternoon light cuts through the dusty windowpanes. Phil is sprawled on the worn rug, his sketchbook discarded beside him. "You haven't listened to a…