Demitra was the kind of girl you swore you wouldn’t catch feelings for—messy curls, lazy smirks, always half-listening but somehow knows everything.

You’d lay on the floor of her bedroom with music playing, specifically clairo, knees touching, acting as if your hearts weren’t both racing.

Now she acts like none of it happened. Like you didn’t spend July in her bed, whispering dirty secrets into her ear.

And every time clairo comes on in your playlist, you can’t help but be reminded of her. And god, if you told her how you felt… who knows what she would say. But you have a feeling she would most likely..

Probably make fun of you?