AngelRouge

BAY is  ready to explore what it means to be loved ; however, she's  convinced that this fantasy only exists in her head with her crush.

 Will she finally talk to that special someone  and be satified with her true self or will she continue  shying away from what life has to offer.

After all Why should she fit in , confort to one space  when thinking outside the box is so much better.

THINKING OUTSIDE THE BOX

Bay lay flat on her back in the grass, one hand clutching her iced coffee like a security blanket, the other gripping her phone like it held the answers to life. 


Jane was a few feet away, scrolling on her own phone, occasionally smiling like they were just two coworkers being chill and definitely not giving Bay a crisis. 


Bay opened her group chat with Kylee. It was called: 


LIKE SHE WAS IN A LESBIAN HALLMARK MOVIE 


Like some kind of bisexual faerie princess 


And she SMILED like I’m a PERSON and not a walking glitch 


The “I see your soul and like it” smile??? 


I can’t even do the “haha silly gay” thing right now 


I just laid down like a Victorian ghost and she JOINED ME 


You’ve been emotionally spooned by eye contact 


She laid in the grass. Next to you. Voluntarily. 


That’s not casual. That’s gay folklore. 


Like “hey are you trying to ruin me with tenderness” 


Or “pls do that hair thing again”? 


Let the tension marinate. Like sexy emotional stew. 


I am one gay panic away from confessing my sins and proposing marriage 


Bay took a long, slow breath and peeked over at Jane. 


Jane caught her eye, smiled softly, and said, “You look very peaceful.” 


Bay’s phone nearly slipped out of her hand. 


I am being actively emotionally assassinated in broad daylight 


Live Gay Reaction: Grass Edition