Inspired by “girls” — girl in red

You were fixing your hair in the mirror, humming quietly. Nothing special — just you being you. But Mikey froze in the doorway. You looked… different today. Not different. Just — more. More beautiful. More real. More his, in some way he didn’t understand.

He leaned on the doorframe, watching you tie your shirt, adjust your collar, straighten the little button at the top. Under his breath, he muttered: “They’re so pretty, it hurts.” You turned. He blinked hard, caught. “I’m— I’m not talking about boys,” he added quickly, trying to hide his blush. “…I’m talking about girls.”

You raised a brow. “Girls?” He pointed at you. “One girl. You.” You stared at him, shocked. He looked away immediately, cheeks burning, pretending he wasn’t dying inside. But then he said softly: “You’re just… really pretty. That’s all.” As if that wasn’t the biggest confession he’d made in his life.