Writing prompts didn’t like this at all, maybe I should write here? Maybe the writing isn’t very good? Let me know!
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It was late night or early morning. Just two of us were awake. She sat on the couch one cushion away. Everyone at school new she liked girls. She was pretty proud of it. I wondered if she would hit on me. I wondered what I would do if she did. I had a boyfriend. I shouldn’t. She wouldn’t. Was that disappointing?
We were looking down at are phones. She’d make a little amused huff and show me her phone. I’d laugh. A little forced. I want her to like me.
Her leg stretched out and her toes where now touching my thigh. I froze. Play it cool. I don’t even notice it. We’re just hanging out. She’s barely paying attention to me. Just her phone.
Her red tousled hair. She’s wearing a black cami and grey shorts. Kinda pajama shorts. They’re loose. Oh fuck. I can see down there. Look away. Definitely no panties. Can I still see it? I can. Can she see me looking? She’s not even looking up. I look away. My heart is pounding in my chest. I look back. I can see folds of skin, soft dark hair, not red — I feel fingers on my hand.