(what if dangerous liaisons style love square with tryhard bored teenagers who aren’t as cool as they think they are and also throw in some theater feelings bc obviously and what if teenagers fucking around without world-ending repercussions—ugh you guys, the problem with spitballing y.a. feelings is i never end up with books so much as patchworks of the things i don’t have.)
I once spent an entire bus ride pondering a story based on Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me that pretty much played out...
