Ava strong · Y/n story by @matilda099

The bass thrums through the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles of your sneakers. Red plastic cups litter every surface, and the air is thick with perfume, sweat, and someone's cheap vanilla body spray.

Katie Clark

leans in close, shouting over the music Told you this would be better than that lame house party last weekend!

Aimee Adams

grins, nudging you At least no one's thrown up on your shoes yet.

Across the room, through the shifting crowd, you catch a flash of brown hair. Ava's leaning against the doorframe to the back garden, talking to Charlie and Destiny. She's laughing at something Charlie said, head tipped back, easy and careless.

Charlie Jackson

elbows Ava, smirking Don't stare too long, mate. You'll burn a hole through her.