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Juno never meant to fall in love with anyone-not this year, not in a town she didn't want to move to, and definitely not with someone who wore pastel sweaters and played records from the '70s during lunch. But there was something about Avery's laugh, something about how she always noticed the small things-like when Juno was sketching alone, or when they flinched at sudden loud noises.
At first, it's just small moments: Avery offering Juno a warm mug of lemon tea when they forget lunch. Sitting next to each other in the art room during study hall. Sharing earbuds under the stars on the night of the school's fall fair.
Juno doesn't know how to name what they feel. They're not sure they're ready to say anything out loud.
But Avery is patient, soft, and warm in all the right ways. She never pushes. She just walks beside Juno, learning their silences, loving their art, and smiling like she already knows there's something worth waiting for.
And maybe that's what this story is about. Not declarations or fireworks. Just glances that linger too long, mixtapes that say things they can't, and hearts that learn how to whisper "I see you" before they ever say "I love you."