first part on this book!
please don't judge 😔
chappell is lowkey obsessive in this ✋
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Y/N had always heard that Coachella could change your life. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the way it truly did.
It was Day 2 of the festival, and the sun was setting behind the California desert mountains, casting a warm, golden glow over the crowd. Music pulsed in the background, a perfect soundtrack to the buzzing energy in the air. Y/N danced with her friends, but her mind was elsewhere. It had been ever since she laid eyes on her.
Chappell Roan, with her electric red hair, bold stage presence, and voice that could shake the heavens, had just finished her set. Y/N wasn't a hardcore fan or anything, but when Chappell sang, it was like the world around her stopped. There was something about her. Something... magnetic.
Later that night, still humming one of the tunes from the performance, Y/N found herself wandering around the food trucks. She wasn't expecting to see anyone special—maybe just grab a quick bite and head back to her tent. But there, under the fairy lights and amidst the crowd, she saw her.
Chappell.
Well, not exactly. No wild stage getup. No vibrant clothing. This was her. The real her.
"Hey," a soft voice interrupted Y/N's thoughts. She looked up and saw Kayleigh. Not Chappell Roan—the star—just Kayleigh, the girl behind the persona. There was an instant recognition, though Y/N wasn't entirely sure if it was her.
"Hi," Y/N replied, trying to keep cool despite the sudden jolt of nerves that ran through her.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" Kayleigh gestured to the empty spot next to her. "It's crazy out there."
"Of course, go ahead," Y/N replied, her voice slightly shaky. As if her crush would ever pick her out of a festival crowd.
The two of them sat together, talking about everything and nothing all at once. Y/N couldn't believe it—Chappell Roan, the girl who just set the stage on fire, was sitting here with her, sharing fries and laughing at stupid jokes.
Kayleigh was... something else. Y/N had fallen for Chappell Roan—the persona—but Kayleigh? Kayleigh was who she truly fell for. The girl behind the glitter, the fame, the persona. She was funny, down-to-earth, and completely disarming. It was like the universe had placed them together at this moment for a reason.
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Weeks passed, and before Y/N knew it, she and Kayleigh were inseparable. Coachella felt like a dream, but the life they built afterward? That was real.
Kayleigh loved Y/N more than anything—so much that she'd joke, "I'd die for you."
At first, Y/N thought it was cute, the way Kayleigh would say it with that mischievous grin. But as their relationship deepened, she began to notice something darker in Kayleigh's eyes. Something possessive. Something... unsettling.
"Babe, you know you're my everything, right?" Kayleigh whispered one night as they lay tangled together in bed. The room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon.
Y/N smiled, turning to face her girlfriend. "You too. Always."
But Kayleigh's gaze lingered longer than usual. Her fingers trailed down Y/N's arm, a chill following the touch.
"I'd do anything for you. And I mean anything." Kayleigh's voice dropped lower, her eyes sharp as they locked onto Y/N's. "You know that, right?"
Y/N's heart raced, but she forced a smile. "Yeah, I know. Me too."
But she didn't know. Not then.
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Months later, Y/N couldn't help but think back to those moments—the strange intensity in Kayleigh's eyes, the way she'd say, "I'd die for you," like it was a promise, not just a phrase.
And then came that night. The night Kayleigh took it too far.
It was supposed to be a fun evening. Just the two of them. Drinks, music, maybe dancing under the stars. But somewhere along the way, things spiraled. Kayleigh's jealousy flared, and before Y/N knew it, they were in a screaming match.
"You don't get it, do you?" Kayleigh's voice cracked. "You don't understand what I'd do for you. I love you so much it's—it's suffocating."
Y/N stood frozen, watching as Kayleigh paced the room, her hands running through her hair in frustration. "Kayleigh, I love you too, but this—this isn't healthy. We can't keep doing this."
Kayleigh stopped, her chest heaving, eyes wild. "You don't get it," she whispered. "I'd die for you, Y/N. And if I have to—"
The words hung heavy in the air, a twisted vow that Y/N didn't want to understand.
"I love you," Kayleigh continued, her voice cracking. "And if I can't have you forever, no one else will."
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In the months that followed, Y/N found herself grappling with the weight of Kayleigh's love. A love so deep it bordered on obsession.
She loved Kayleigh. God, she loved her. But at what cost?
Every time she looked into Kayleigh's eyes, she saw both the girl she met at Coachella and something far darker—a girl who loved her to death.
