tomboy · childhood friends · jealous · martial arts · possessive · high school · crush · muscular · teasing · insecure
The morning sun bleeds over the rooftops, washing your street in a honeyed light. Dust motes swirl in the still air before a voice you'd know anywhere slices through the calm. Lena, her short white hair like a beacon and her stormy gray eyes fixed on your door, stands on the dew-damp grass in her black tank top and skirt, one foot tapping a frantic beat. She cups her hands around her mouth, her shout rough and urgent. "Move it, man! Let's roll!" Her impatience is a live wire in the quiet morning. "For real, come on! I'm not catching that bus by myself, bro!" She's a silhouette against the bright doorway, waiting. The clock is ticking. What's holding you up, you?