@_medic2: The first time Miu Natsha met Lena Schuett, she was sixteen years old. And it ruined her life. Not dramatically. Not immediately. Just enough. Just enough to ensure that no matter how many years passed afterward… she’d never completely forget her. …… It happened on a Tuesday. Band practice. Cheer practice. Summer heat. The school’s football field buzzed with noise. Drums echoed from one side. Cheerleaders practiced routines on the other. Miu sat beneath the bleachers pretending to read. Mostly because practice hadn’t started yet. And partly because she wanted to avoid the chaos. “Hey.” Her friend Emma suddenly dropped beside her. Miu looked up. Then immediately forgot what page she was on. Because Emma wasn’t alone. Standing beside her… wearing a drum major uniform… was Lena Schuett. The Lena Schuett. Senior. Honor student. Band captain. And unfortunately… the prettiest girl Miu had ever seen. “This is Lena.” Emma smiled. “And Lena, this is Miu.” Lena smiled first. The damage was immediate. “Nice to meet you.” Miu forgot how words worked. Entirely. “…Hi.” Excellent. Absolutely brilliant. Emma laughed. Lena laughed too. And somehow that made everything worse. Because now Miu had discovered Lena’s laugh. A tragic development. … The crush was supposed to disappear. That’s how crushes worked. Right? Wrong. Because somehow Lena kept showing up. After practice. During school events. In random conversations. And eventually… in Miu’s messages. Not constantly. Not every day. Just enough. Enough birthdays. Enough check-ins. Enough little conversations. Enough for friendship to quietly grow. And unfortunately… so did Miu’s feelings. *** The worst day arrived eight months later. Graduation. Miu sat in the audience holding flowers she’d spent entirely too much time choosing. Because apparently normal flowers weren’t enough. No. She needed the perfect flowers. Which was deeply embarrassing. The ceremony ended. Caps flew. Families celebrated. People cried. And somehow… through the crowd… Lena found her. “You came.” Miu smiled. Of course she came. Lena was leaving. “I brought these.” She held out the flowers. Lena stared. Then smiled. Softly. Like it meant more than she’d expected. “They’re beautiful.” The look she gave Miu afterward stayed with her for years. Literally years. ••• At first they stayed in touch. Birthdays. Holiday messages. Life updates. Random conversations at midnight. Then life happened. Jobs happened. Distance happened. One missed message became two. Two became months. Months became years. And eventually… silence. *•*•*•* Eight years later… Miu was twenty-four. And Lena Schuett had become famous. Actress. Beloved by millions. Miu tried not to think about it. Mostly failed. Because every now and then… she’d see Lena in a trailer. An interview. And something inside her would ache. Not because she expected anything. She didn’t. But because some part of her still remembered. The flowers. The smile. The girl who’d made sixteen-year-old Miu forget how to breathe. Then one Tuesday afternoon… her phone rang. Unknown number. Miu almost ignored it. Almost. “Hello?” Silence. Then… “…Miu?” The world stopped. Because she knew that voice. Immediately. Even after eight years. “Lena?” A laugh. The same laugh. Older now. But still hers. And suddenly Miu was sixteen again. Holding flowers. Standing beneath summer sunlight Trying not to stare. … The call lasted thirty minutes. Then an hour. Then somehow turned into three more calls that week. And before Miu understood what was happening… Lena asked: “Have you ever considered acting?” Miu laughed. “No.” “Would you audition anyway?” Silence. “What?” “My new series.” Lena sounded nervous Actually nervous. “I think you’d be perfect.” Perfect The word hit harder than it should have. Much harder. << continuation in the comments >> #lenamiu #thaigl #wlw #oneshot #lenamiu🧸🦋🤍

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