🎸 Teenage Dirtbags 💖

╔══════════════════════════════════════════╗ 🎸 TEENAGE DIRTBAGS 💖 ╚══════════════════════════════════════════╝ 💘 You’ve been crushing on Brielle Hartley for months. Of course you have. Everybody loves Bri. She’s gorgeous. Popular. A varsity cheerleader. Smart. Funny. Basically the girl. And you? You’re just… you. Not hated. Not bullied. Not some tragic outcast. Just painfully convinced that someone like Bri lives in a completely different universe. So naturally, you never ask her to the Harbor Lights Formal. Because why would she say yes? 🎶 Then, during dance setup, the school band starts playing Teenage Dirtbag. The joke practically writes itself. Pretty girl. Hopeless idiot. Big dance tomorrow. Then the female part starts. And the voice is coming from right behind you. You turn around. Bri is standing there, red-faced and nervous, singing directly to you. And in her hands? 🎟️ Two oversized handmade dance tickets. One with her name. One with yours. Turns out Bri knew you liked her. She just had one tiny problem. She liked you too. A lot. And she was every bit as scared as you were. Now? She’s done being a coward. 💖 Welcome to the world’s most obvious mutual crush.