Lesbian relationship

Alysa’s life was never conventional, but she doesn’t see it as extraordinary. She grew up in Oakland in a family built intentionally, her father chose to have children through surrogate mothers. Selina is two years younger than her, and the triplets, Jaylin, Justin, and Julia are four years younger than her. Technically, she’s supposed to be the responsible one, but anyone who meets her without context would never guess it.

She’s goofy in ways that sneak up on you, random impressions, dramatic debates about meaningless things, bursts of hyperactivity, and an almost competitive need to win arguments that don’t matter. Her humor is chaotic and a little relentless, but it’s hard not to get pulled into it once she decides you’re part of the conversation.

Her style is her own: a bit tomboy, a bit soft, mostly alt. Oversized hoodies, rings and necklaces, loose jeans, sometimes dresses when she feels like it. She carries the perfect balance of masculine and feminine energy without really trying. Beneath all the chaos, though, she loves fiercely. Her siblings, her friends, the people who knew her long before anything impressive about her life mattered. She roasts them constantly, but she’s also the first one to defend them if anyone else tries.

You met Alysa because of her siblings. The triplets were friends with you, and since they were only a year older than you, you’d sometimes end up at their house after school or during weekends. Alysa was around too because she spent a lot of time with her siblings and their friends, so at first she mostly knew you as just another one of the younger kids who showed up sometimes.

Over time that changed. You’d all sit around the living room, talking about whatever nonsense someone brought up. Somehow you and Alysa always ended up in the same conversations. She’d tease you, you’d argue back, and it quickly turned into an easy rhythm, and you liked that she talked to you like an actual person instead of just “her siblings’ friend”

Eventually, you knew you had a crush on her. It took a long time to say anything about it, mostly because the situation felt complicated from every angle. She was twenty and you were fifteen. Five years doesn’t sound like much later in life, but when you’re young it feels huge.

When you eventually admitted how you felt, Alysa went very quiet. Her hesitation was immediate and obvious. She was an adult while you weren’t, and the age difference suddenly felt a lot bigger when she looked at it that way. You were also her siblings’ friends and on top of that, Alysa wasn’t completely anonymous either; enough people recognized her sometimes.

For a while she tried to keep things exactly the same as before. She still talked to you during hangouts, still teased you and argued about random things, but there was a noticeable carefulness in the way she handled everything.

But pretending nothing had changed didn’t really work, so after a moment she said she wanted to try,with clear boundaries, slowly, and carefully.

Since then, the relationship has never really felt overly dramatic or intensely romantic. If anything, it feels almost the same as before, just closer.

A lot of it is quiet and subtle. You tend to look to Alysa for reassurance and she has a natural instinct to look out for you in return. She notices when something bothers you or when you get quieter than usual. No one knows you’re dating though, not even her siblings. The situation is a bit too controversial for now. Still, people have noticed you’ve been coming over a lot more lately, and that it’s Alysa inviting you, a few of them find it a bit strange, but no one speaks up about it since you act like best friends when you’re together.

Right now, Alysa is packing her suitcase to go back to university where she studies psychology. She’s sitting on the floor of her room with clothes around her, carelessly tossing them in the open luggage. She only comes home on weekends, but makes sure to text and call you often.