JFL Fanfiction

[cindythetvisleaking]

Write your names and i will tell chat gpt to write love story between us, i thought about making love island reality show but idk maybe just story about two people is enough and more passionate

 

[hannah]

oh my goodie put hannah down

 

[neverlookback]

 

[BimaxLaser]

BimaxLaser is my true name

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

BimaxLaser is my true name

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes

It was the fall of 2007, and the skies over Crescent Hill High were always a little more dramatic than they needed to be—violet clouds, mist curling around the edges of the parking lot like something out of Charmed. Cindy, in his oversized pastel hoodie, black mini skirt, and shimmering lip gloss, was new to town. He had just transferred from somewhere “mysterious,” according to gossip, and walked like he was floating, like he didn’t really belong here. Which made everyone curious.

Especially him.

BimaxLaser wasn't his real name. It was a nickname he picked up after he built his own modded PC in 9th grade, and no one ever cared to call him anything else. He was the guy who never spoke unless he meant it, always in a white tank top under an open flannel, with cheekbones like knife edges and arms you could rest your whole world in. His presence buzzed like a hidden speaker playing Evanescence somewhere deep inside the walls.

Their first real conversation happened behind the gym, under the heavy October sky.

“You’re not like the others,” BimaxLaser said, leaning against a graffiti’d wall, cigarette between his fingers but never lit. His eyes, grey like cracked glass, scanned Cindy’s face like it held a prophecy.

“I get that a lot,” Cindy whispered, biting his lip instinctively. “But usually it’s an insult.”

“It’s not.”

Cindy looked away, his lashes glimmering with the light drizzle in the air. “People don’t know what to make of someone like me.”

“I do,” Bimax said. “You’re the kind of beautiful that makes people uncomfortable. Because they want to protect you and ruin you at the same time.”

From then on, they were inseparable. Cindy sat behind Bimax in class, always twirling a pen between his fingers while Bimax tapped absent-minded beats on the desk. They'd share earbuds on the bus, listening to The Used, Paramore, and early Fall Out Boy. Cindy started wearing darker eyeliner. Bimax started showing up with glitter on his cheekbones.

One day, while they were in the forest behind the school (everyone at Crescent Hill High ended up in that forest at least once), it happened.

“You’re like a fever dream,” Bimax murmured, tracing Cindy’s cheekbone. “I swear you’re not real.”

Cindy laughed softly, curling his fingers around Bimax’s hoodie. “Then kiss me before you wake up.”

And Bimax did—under the glowing twilight, with fog swirling around their legs and the distant sound of Linkin Park muffled by the trees. The kiss was slow and hesitant, but beneath it burned something ancient, like they had known each other in a hundred other lives. Maybe they had.

Everyone talked. Rumors flew. But Cindy just smiled with glitter on his lips, and Bimax walked a little taller, like loving someone like Cindy made him more himself.

Because it did.

And every time they passed each other in the hallway, their pinkies would brush for just a second. Just enough to say, I know you. I see you. I’d choose you in every timeline.

 

[BimaxLaser]

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes

It was the fall of 2007, and the skies over Crescent Hill High were always a little more dramatic than they needed to be—violet clouds, mist curling around the edges of the parking lot like something out of Charmed. Cindy, in his oversized pastel hoodie, black mini skirt, and shimmering lip gloss, was new to town. He had just transferred from somewhere “mysterious,” according to gossip, and walked like he was floating, like he didn’t really belong here. Which made everyone curious.

Especially him.

BimaxLaser wasn't his real name. It was a nickname he picked up after he built his own modded PC in 9th grade, and no one ever cared to call him anything else. He was the guy who never spoke unless he meant it, always in a white tank top under an open flannel, with cheekbones like knife edges and arms you could rest your whole world in. His presence buzzed like a hidden speaker playing Evanescence somewhere deep inside the walls.

Their first real conversation happened behind the gym, under the heavy October sky.

“You’re not like the others,” BimaxLaser said, leaning against a graffiti’d wall, cigarette between his fingers but never lit. His eyes, grey like cracked glass, scanned Cindy’s face like it held a prophecy.

“I get that a lot,” Cindy whispered, biting his lip instinctively. “But usually it’s an insult.”

“It’s not.”

Cindy looked away, his lashes glimmering with the light drizzle in the air. “People don’t know what to make of someone like me.”

“I do,” Bimax said. “You’re the kind of beautiful that makes people uncomfortable. Because they want to protect you and ruin you at the same time.”

From then on, they were inseparable. Cindy sat behind Bimax in class, always twirling a pen between his fingers while Bimax tapped absent-minded beats on the desk. They'd share earbuds on the bus, listening to The Used, Paramore, and early Fall Out Boy. Cindy started wearing darker eyeliner. Bimax started showing up with glitter on his cheekbones.

One day, while they were in the forest behind the school (everyone at Crescent Hill High ended up in that forest at least once), it happened.

“You’re like a fever dream,” Bimax murmured, tracing Cindy’s cheekbone. “I swear you’re not real.”

Cindy laughed softly, curling his fingers around Bimax’s hoodie. “Then kiss me before you wake up.”

And Bimax did—under the glowing twilight, with fog swirling around their legs and the distant sound of Linkin Park muffled by the trees. The kiss was slow and hesitant, but beneath it burned something ancient, like they had known each other in a hundred other lives. Maybe they had.

Everyone talked. Rumors flew. But Cindy just smiled with glitter on his lips, and Bimax walked a little taller, like loving someone like Cindy made him more himself.

Because it did.

And every time they passed each other in the hallway, their pinkies would brush for just a second. Just enough to say, I know you. I see you. I’d choose you in every timeline.

I love that ts is gay

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

I love that ts is gay

Ikr, wanna part 2?

 

[BimaxLaser]

Ikr, wanna part 2?

Yes please

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

Yes please

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 2: Whispers in the Pines

The woods behind Crescent Hill High had always been a source of rumors. Some said there was an old piano in the middle of it that played on its own when the wind was just right. Others swore there was a ghost bride who wandered through the trees in a velvet dress. But Cindy wasn’t afraid of stories. He liked them—especially if they had mystery, lace, and just a little bit of danger.

Bimax had texted him during third period.

> “Meet me by the edge of the woods after class. I want to show you something.”



Cindy showed up in a powder blue faux-fur jacket and knee-high socks, his lip gloss catching the late-afternoon light like tiny crystals. Bimax was already waiting, leaning against a tree, hoodie hood pulled up, looking like the boy in every gothic fairytale that ever made Cindy’s heart ache.

“You’re late,” Bimax teased, but there was no bite. Just a crooked smile that made Cindy’s knees soften.

“You’re dramatic,” Cindy shot back, twirling a strand of his hair. “What’s so secret it has to be deep in the murder-woods?”

Bimax took his hand and guided him gently between the trees. “Just trust me.”

They walked in silence, their fingers brushing once, then staying together. Cindy’s boots crunched against the fallen pine needles, and every so often, a bird would call overhead like it was watching.

Finally, they reached it.

A small, hidden clearing wrapped in moss and soft branches, where the sunlight pooled like spilled honey. In the middle sat a massive stone—smooth, ancient, and oddly shaped like a heart if you tilted your head. It didn’t look scary. It looked like something out of a forgotten fairy tale.

“People say couples that sit on it at sunset dream about each other the same night,” Bimax said, his voice quieter now. “I don’t believe in curses or whatever—but I believe in… moments.”

Cindy looked at him, eyes wide. “This is the most ‘2000s indie romance Tumblr post’ thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Good,” Bimax smirked. “That’s exactly what I was going for.”

They sat together on the stone, the coldness quickly forgotten as Bimax pulled Cindy into his arms. Cindy rested his head on Bimax’s chest, listening to his heartbeat like it was a secret melody written just for him.

“You always smell like cedar and mint gum,” Cindy murmured.

“And you smell like vanilla lip gloss and danger.”

They both laughed, soft and breathy. Bimax wrapped his hoodie around both of them, and for a moment, time disappeared.

“I don’t know where this is going,” Bimax said, eyes scanning the treetops. “But when I’m with you, it’s the only time I feel… real.”

Cindy looked up at him, touched his cheek softly. “Then let’s stay here a while longer. Just you, me, and the trees that keep our secrets.”

So they did.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the woods turned gold, then lavender, then navy blue. And in that hidden corner of the world, wrapped in each other, they became something sacred—not just two boys in love, but a legend whispered about in the halls of Crescent Hill for years to come.

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

oh my goodie put hannah down

Should it be individual or you wanna be in part 3 so it could be a love tringle, me, you and bimaxlaser

 

[dontmindme]

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes

It was the fall of 2007, and the skies over Crescent Hill High were always a little more dramatic than they needed to be—violet clouds, mist curling around the edges of the parking lot like something out of Charmed. Cindy, in his oversized pastel hoodie, black mini skirt, and shimmering lip gloss, was new to town. He had just transferred from somewhere “mysterious,” according to gossip, and walked like he was floating, like he didn’t really belong here. Which made everyone curious.

Especially him.

BimaxLaser wasn't his real name. It was a nickname he picked up after he built his own modded PC in 9th grade, and no one ever cared to call him anything else. He was the guy who never spoke unless he meant it, always in a white tank top under an open flannel, with cheekbones like knife edges and arms you could rest your whole world in. His presence buzzed like a hidden speaker playing Evanescence somewhere deep inside the walls.

Their first real conversation happened behind the gym, under the heavy October sky.

“You’re not like the others,” BimaxLaser said, leaning against a graffiti’d wall, cigarette between his fingers but never lit. His eyes, grey like cracked glass, scanned Cindy’s face like it held a prophecy.

“I get that a lot,” Cindy whispered, biting his lip instinctively. “But usually it’s an insult.”

“It’s not.”

Cindy looked away, his lashes glimmering with the light drizzle in the air. “People don’t know what to make of someone like me.”

“I do,” Bimax said. “You’re the kind of beautiful that makes people uncomfortable. Because they want to protect you and ruin you at the same time.”

From then on, they were inseparable. Cindy sat behind Bimax in class, always twirling a pen between his fingers while Bimax tapped absent-minded beats on the desk. They'd share earbuds on the bus, listening to The Used, Paramore, and early Fall Out Boy. Cindy started wearing darker eyeliner. Bimax started showing up with glitter on his cheekbones.

One day, while they were in the forest behind the school (everyone at Crescent Hill High ended up in that forest at least once), it happened.

“You’re like a fever dream,” Bimax murmured, tracing Cindy’s cheekbone. “I swear you’re not real.”

Cindy laughed softly, curling his fingers around Bimax’s hoodie. “Then kiss me before you wake up.”

And Bimax did—under the glowing twilight, with fog swirling around their legs and the distant sound of Linkin Park muffled by the trees. The kiss was slow and hesitant, but beneath it burned something ancient, like they had known each other in a hundred other lives. Maybe they had.

Everyone talked. Rumors flew. But Cindy just smiled with glitter on his lips, and Bimax walked a little taller, like loving someone like Cindy made him more himself.

Because it did.

And every time they passed each other in the hallway, their pinkies would brush for just a second. Just enough to say, I know you. I see you. I’d choose you in every timeline.

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 2: Whispers in the Pines

The woods behind Crescent Hill High had always been a source of rumors. Some said there was an old piano in the middle of it that played on its own when the wind was just right. Others swore there was a ghost bride who wandered through the trees in a velvet dress. But Cindy wasn’t afraid of stories. He liked them—especially if they had mystery, lace, and just a little bit of danger.

Bimax had texted him during third period.

> “Meet me by the edge of the woods after class. I want to show you something.”



Cindy showed up in a powder blue faux-fur jacket and knee-high socks, his lip gloss catching the late-afternoon light like tiny crystals. Bimax was already waiting, leaning against a tree, hoodie hood pulled up, looking like the boy in every gothic fairytale that ever made Cindy’s heart ache.

“You’re late,” Bimax teased, but there was no bite. Just a crooked smile that made Cindy’s knees soften.

“You’re dramatic,” Cindy shot back, twirling a strand of his hair. “What’s so secret it has to be deep in the murder-woods?”

Bimax took his hand and guided him gently between the trees. “Just trust me.”

They walked in silence, their fingers brushing once, then staying together. Cindy’s boots crunched against the fallen pine needles, and every so often, a bird would call overhead like it was watching.

Finally, they reached it.

A small, hidden clearing wrapped in moss and soft branches, where the sunlight pooled like spilled honey. In the middle sat a massive stone—smooth, ancient, and oddly shaped like a heart if you tilted your head. It didn’t look scary. It looked like something out of a forgotten fairy tale.

“People say couples that sit on it at sunset dream about each other the same night,” Bimax said, his voice quieter now. “I don’t believe in curses or whatever—but I believe in… moments.”

Cindy looked at him, eyes wide. “This is the most ‘2000s indie romance Tumblr post’ thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Good,” Bimax smirked. “That’s exactly what I was going for.”

They sat together on the stone, the coldness quickly forgotten as Bimax pulled Cindy into his arms. Cindy rested his head on Bimax’s chest, listening to his heartbeat like it was a secret melody written just for him.

“You always smell like cedar and mint gum,” Cindy murmured.

“And you smell like vanilla lip gloss and danger.”

They both laughed, soft and breathy. Bimax wrapped his hoodie around both of them, and for a moment, time disappeared.

“I don’t know where this is going,” Bimax said, eyes scanning the treetops. “But when I’m with you, it’s the only time I feel… real.”

Cindy looked up at him, touched his cheek softly. “Then let’s stay here a while longer. Just you, me, and the trees that keep our secrets.”

So they did.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the woods turned gold, then lavender, then navy blue. And in that hidden corner of the world, wrapped in each other, they became something sacred—not just two boys in love, but a legend whispered about in the halls of Crescent Hill for years to come.

Read all of it. Beautiful

 

[BimaxLaser]

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 2: Whispers in the Pines

The woods behind Crescent Hill High had always been a source of rumors. Some said there was an old piano in the middle of it that played on its own when the wind was just right. Others swore there was a ghost bride who wandered through the trees in a velvet dress. But Cindy wasn’t afraid of stories. He liked them—especially if they had mystery, lace, and just a little bit of danger.

Bimax had texted him during third period.

> “Meet me by the edge of the woods after class. I want to show you something.”



Cindy showed up in a powder blue faux-fur jacket and knee-high socks, his lip gloss catching the late-afternoon light like tiny crystals. Bimax was already waiting, leaning against a tree, hoodie hood pulled up, looking like the boy in every gothic fairytale that ever made Cindy’s heart ache.

“You’re late,” Bimax teased, but there was no bite. Just a crooked smile that made Cindy’s knees soften.

“You’re dramatic,” Cindy shot back, twirling a strand of his hair. “What’s so secret it has to be deep in the murder-woods?”

Bimax took his hand and guided him gently between the trees. “Just trust me.”

They walked in silence, their fingers brushing once, then staying together. Cindy’s boots crunched against the fallen pine needles, and every so often, a bird would call overhead like it was watching.

Finally, they reached it.

A small, hidden clearing wrapped in moss and soft branches, where the sunlight pooled like spilled honey. In the middle sat a massive stone—smooth, ancient, and oddly shaped like a heart if you tilted your head. It didn’t look scary. It looked like something out of a forgotten fairy tale.

“People say couples that sit on it at sunset dream about each other the same night,” Bimax said, his voice quieter now. “I don’t believe in curses or whatever—but I believe in… moments.”

Cindy looked at him, eyes wide. “This is the most ‘2000s indie romance Tumblr post’ thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Good,” Bimax smirked. “That’s exactly what I was going for.”

They sat together on the stone, the coldness quickly forgotten as Bimax pulled Cindy into his arms. Cindy rested his head on Bimax’s chest, listening to his heartbeat like it was a secret melody written just for him.

“You always smell like cedar and mint gum,” Cindy murmured.

“And you smell like vanilla lip gloss and danger.”

They both laughed, soft and breathy. Bimax wrapped his hoodie around both of them, and for a moment, time disappeared.

“I don’t know where this is going,” Bimax said, eyes scanning the treetops. “But when I’m with you, it’s the only time I feel… real.”

Cindy looked up at him, touched his cheek softly. “Then let’s stay here a while longer. Just you, me, and the trees that keep our secrets.”

So they did.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the woods turned gold, then lavender, then navy blue. And in that hidden corner of the world, wrapped in each other, they became something sacred—not just two boys in love, but a legend whispered about in the halls of Crescent Hill for years to come.

Wow I wanted this story to escape from reality but it highlights my crooked smile . Im going to kill myself my chopped was cant even escape me in fiction

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

Wow I wanted this story to escape from reality but it highlights my crooked smile . Im going to kill myself my chopped was cant even escape me in fiction

Dw you are gonna fix ur reputation in part 3

 

[hannah]

Should it be individual or you wanna be in part 3 so it could be a love tringle, me, you and bimaxlaser

i would love to be in a love triangle

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

i would love to be in a love triangle

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 3: Lip Gloss and Lightning

Cindy dreamed of a ballroom.

He and Bimax were dancing—slow, clumsy, sweet. Everything shimmered: the chandeliers, Bimax’s sleepy smile, Cindy’s silk slip dress that caught light like a moonbeam. The music was old and haunting, something between a lullaby and a spell. And then—

Thunder.

Cindy woke up to the smell of damp earth, the forest trembling from a sudden storm.

“What the hell,” he whispered, shivering in Bimax’s arms beneath the hoodie.

But before Bimax could answer, a voice cut through the trees. Loud. Crisp. And so very... high-heeled.

“Well, isn’t this adorable?”

They both looked up, and there she stood.

Hannah.

She wore a hot pink raincoat with rhinestone buttons, wedge boots that didn’t belong anywhere near dirt, and a glittery umbrella shaped like a cat’s head. Her smoky eye makeup didn’t smudge, not even in the rain. She was a walking Y2K fever dream, and her entrance was unforgivable.

“I didn’t come here to interrupt your tragic gay forest snuggle,” she smirked, “but I am here because my grandmother used to talk about this exact place. The stone. The dreams. The boys.”

Cindy blinked. “Excuse me, what?”

Bimax stood up protectively, shielding Cindy with one arm. “How do you know about this?”

Hannah flicked a wet strand of her honey-blonde hair over her shoulder and stepped closer.

“Because my grandmother was the last person to sit on this rock… with a boy she loved. Only he didn’t choose her. He chose someone softer. Someone with big eyes and tragic poetry energy.” She looked at Cindy with a perfect, dangerous smile. “You remind me of him.”

Cindy’s lips parted, a little stunned. “Are you implying we’re part of some… romantic blood curse?”

“I’m not implying,” Hannah said, clicking her nails together. “I’m stating.”

The thunder cracked again. Dramatic. Rude.

“And what do you want?” Bimax asked, clearly thrown.

Hannah stepped even closer, eyes on him now. “I want to make sure history doesn’t repeat itself. I want to know if this—” she gestured to the two of them, “—is real. Or just a phase.”

There was silence.

Then Cindy, slowly standing, lip gloss catching what little light filtered through the trees, said with a dagger-sweet voice:

“If you think you can slink in here like a hot Bratz doll and ruin this—our thing—then you’re going to need more than vintage family trauma and a cute umbrella.”

Hannah raised an eyebrow, almost impressed.

“Fine,” she said. “Let’s make it interesting. One week. I hang out with Bimax. You hang out with your drama. And at the end… he decides.”

Bimax opened his mouth to protest—but Cindy cut in, eyes shining with fire and tears.

“Deal.”

The tension snapped like a rubber band. Hannah smiled like a cat that got the cream, turned, and disappeared into the woods, heels clicking like punctuation.

Cindy stood frozen, fists clenched.

“You didn’t have to say yes,” Bimax said softly.

“Yes I did,” Cindy whispered, voice cracking. “Because I want you to choose me. Not just hold me.”

And with that, he turned and walked off into the storm, leaving Bimax alone under the trees, heart pounding like a bad remix.

 

[hannah]

cindy u know me so well

 

[dontmindme]

Make me the cuck! Make me the cuck!

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

Make me the cuck! Make me the cuck!

What is the cuck?

 

[BimaxLaser]

What is the cuck?

A cuck is someone who derived pleasure from being in a relationship with someone and watching their partner have sex with another in front of them. So he could be hannahs gf or sum

 

[dontmindme]

What is the cuck?

Idk how I can explain it to you…

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

Make me the cuck! Make me the cuck!

Wait how can i name you there? Nate or?

 

[dontmindme]

Wait how can i name you there? Nate or?

Just put Nathan down

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

Just put Nathan down

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 4: Storms, Strangers, and Second Chances

The rain had stopped, but Cindy’s tears hadn’t.

He wandered deeper into the woods, mascara barely smudged (because he used waterproof, obviously), heart bruised from what just happened. It wasn’t just Hannah’s arrival—it was the feeling that Bimax hesitated. That he let her into the story so easily. That he didn’t run after Cindy when he left.

He should’ve run.

Cindy sat on a mossy log in a small clearing and pulled his knees to his chest. The world felt too quiet, like it was waiting for something.

And then it happened.

A voice—low, smooth, and warm like melted chocolate on velvet.

“You okay, doll?”

Cindy looked up. And saw him.

Nathan.

Tall. Golden brown skin that shimmered against the rain-damp air. Dreads tied back in a bandana. He wore a vintage leather jacket over a white tank top, jeans torn just right. His eyes were the color of wet bark, deep and grounding. His presence wasn’t loud like Hannah’s or fragile like Bimax’s—it was calm. Rooted. Something about him made the world slow down.

Cindy blinked. “Do you always call crying boys ‘doll’ in the woods?”

Nathan grinned. “Only the ones who look like woodland fairies and break hearts with a pout.”

That made Cindy laugh, just a little. A sniffly, reluctant laugh.

Nathan walked closer and sat beside him, leaving just enough space to be polite. “Wanna talk about it?”

Cindy hesitated. Then: “There’s a boy. There’s a girl. There’s a rock that gives people dreams. I wore lip gloss in the rain. It’s a lot.”

Nathan tilted his head. “Sounds like a Shakespeare reboot. Or a Lana Del Rey music video.”

Cindy smiled. For the first time that day, it didn’t feel fake.

Nathan looked at him softly. “Listen… I don’t know you yet. But you deserve someone who doesn’t make you feel replaceable.”

That silenced Cindy.

Because he had never heard someone say it exactly like that before.

They sat in the silence for a few minutes, the only sound being water dripping from the branches.

Then Cindy asked, “Do you go to Crescent Hill?”

Nathan shrugged. “Just moved here. Starting Monday. Thought I’d explore. Didn’t know I’d find a sad angel in the woods.”

Cindy blushed hard and turned away. “You’re kind of intense.”

“I’m kind of real,” Nathan replied gently. “And I don’t play games.”

He stood up, then held out his hand. “Come on. You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

Cindy hesitated… and took it.

As they walked out of the woods side by side, Cindy glanced at him.

“You don’t even know my name.”

Nathan smirked. “Then tell me. Slowly.”

“Cindy.”

He stopped walking.

“That’s perfect.”

—

Back at school, Hannah was painting her nails cherry red in the hallway like it was a throne room. Bimax leaned beside her locker, silent, distracted, twisting his hoodie strings. He hadn’t heard from Cindy since the storm.

“Something on your mind, Bi?” Hannah asked, blowing on her nails.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Cindy.”

She rolled her eyes. “Still clinging to the idea of him?”

He looked at her, quiet but fierce.

“No. I’m clinging to the feeling of when he looks at me like I’m the only boy on Earth.”

Just then, the front doors opened—and Cindy walked in, Nathan by his side.

Cindy was glowing. Nathan was smirking. The hallway fell into a hush.

And for the first time… Bimax felt fear.

Because this wasn’t just about love anymore.

It was about choosing.

And someone new had just entered the game.

 

[BimaxLaser]

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 4: Storms, Strangers, and Second Chances

The rain had stopped, but Cindy’s tears hadn’t.

He wandered deeper into the woods, mascara barely smudged (because he used waterproof, obviously), heart bruised from what just happened. It wasn’t just Hannah’s arrival—it was the feeling that Bimax hesitated. That he let her into the story so easily. That he didn’t run after Cindy when he left.

He should’ve run.

Cindy sat on a mossy log in a small clearing and pulled his knees to his chest. The world felt too quiet, like it was waiting for something.

And then it happened.

A voice—low, smooth, and warm like melted chocolate on velvet.

“You okay, doll?”

Cindy looked up. And saw him.

Nathan.

Tall. Golden brown skin that shimmered against the rain-damp air. Dreads tied back in a bandana. He wore a vintage leather jacket over a white tank top, jeans torn just right. His eyes were the color of wet bark, deep and grounding. His presence wasn’t loud like Hannah’s or fragile like Bimax’s—it was calm. Rooted. Something about him made the world slow down.

Cindy blinked. “Do you always call crying boys ‘doll’ in the woods?”

Nathan grinned. “Only the ones who look like woodland fairies and break hearts with a pout.”

That made Cindy laugh, just a little. A sniffly, reluctant laugh.

Nathan walked closer and sat beside him, leaving just enough space to be polite. “Wanna talk about it?”

Cindy hesitated. Then: “There’s a boy. There’s a girl. There’s a rock that gives people dreams. I wore lip gloss in the rain. It’s a lot.”

Nathan tilted his head. “Sounds like a Shakespeare reboot. Or a Lana Del Rey music video.”

Cindy smiled. For the first time that day, it didn’t feel fake.

Nathan looked at him softly. “Listen… I don’t know you yet. But you deserve someone who doesn’t make you feel replaceable.”

That silenced Cindy.

Because he had never heard someone say it exactly like that before.

They sat in the silence for a few minutes, the only sound being water dripping from the branches.

Then Cindy asked, “Do you go to Crescent Hill?”

Nathan shrugged. “Just moved here. Starting Monday. Thought I’d explore. Didn’t know I’d find a sad angel in the woods.”

Cindy blushed hard and turned away. “You’re kind of intense.”

“I’m kind of real,” Nathan replied gently. “And I don’t play games.”

He stood up, then held out his hand. “Come on. You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

Cindy hesitated… and took it.

As they walked out of the woods side by side, Cindy glanced at him.

“You don’t even know my name.”

Nathan smirked. “Then tell me. Slowly.”

“Cindy.”

He stopped walking.

“That’s perfect.”

—

Back at school, Hannah was painting her nails cherry red in the hallway like it was a throne room. Bimax leaned beside her locker, silent, distracted, twisting his hoodie strings. He hadn’t heard from Cindy since the storm.

“Something on your mind, Bi?” Hannah asked, blowing on her nails.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Cindy.”

She rolled her eyes. “Still clinging to the idea of him?”

He looked at her, quiet but fierce.

“No. I’m clinging to the feeling of when he looks at me like I’m the only boy on Earth.”

Just then, the front doors opened—and Cindy walked in, Nathan by his side.

Cindy was glowing. Nathan was smirking. The hallway fell into a hush.

And for the first time… Bimax felt fear.

Because this wasn’t just about love anymore.

It was about choosing.

And someone new had just entered the game.

Chills, literal chills

 

[dontmindme]

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 4: Storms, Strangers, and Second Chances

The rain had stopped, but Cindy’s tears hadn’t.

He wandered deeper into the woods, mascara barely smudged (because he used waterproof, obviously), heart bruised from what just happened. It wasn’t just Hannah’s arrival—it was the feeling that Bimax hesitated. That he let her into the story so easily. That he didn’t run after Cindy when he left.

He should’ve run.

Cindy sat on a mossy log in a small clearing and pulled his knees to his chest. The world felt too quiet, like it was waiting for something.

And then it happened.

A voice—low, smooth, and warm like melted chocolate on velvet.

“You okay, doll?”

Cindy looked up. And saw him.

Nathan.

Tall. Golden brown skin that shimmered against the rain-damp air. Dreads tied back in a bandana. He wore a vintage leather jacket over a white tank top, jeans torn just right. His eyes were the color of wet bark, deep and grounding. His presence wasn’t loud like Hannah’s or fragile like Bimax’s—it was calm. Rooted. Something about him made the world slow down.

Cindy blinked. “Do you always call crying boys ‘doll’ in the woods?”

Nathan grinned. “Only the ones who look like woodland fairies and break hearts with a pout.”

That made Cindy laugh, just a little. A sniffly, reluctant laugh.

Nathan walked closer and sat beside him, leaving just enough space to be polite. “Wanna talk about it?”

Cindy hesitated. Then: “There’s a boy. There’s a girl. There’s a rock that gives people dreams. I wore lip gloss in the rain. It’s a lot.”

Nathan tilted his head. “Sounds like a Shakespeare reboot. Or a Lana Del Rey music video.”

Cindy smiled. For the first time that day, it didn’t feel fake.

Nathan looked at him softly. “Listen… I don’t know you yet. But you deserve someone who doesn’t make you feel replaceable.”

That silenced Cindy.

Because he had never heard someone say it exactly like that before.

They sat in the silence for a few minutes, the only sound being water dripping from the branches.

Then Cindy asked, “Do you go to Crescent Hill?”

Nathan shrugged. “Just moved here. Starting Monday. Thought I’d explore. Didn’t know I’d find a sad angel in the woods.”

Cindy blushed hard and turned away. “You’re kind of intense.”

“I’m kind of real,” Nathan replied gently. “And I don’t play games.”

He stood up, then held out his hand. “Come on. You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

Cindy hesitated… and took it.

As they walked out of the woods side by side, Cindy glanced at him.

“You don’t even know my name.”

Nathan smirked. “Then tell me. Slowly.”

“Cindy.”

He stopped walking.

“That’s perfect.”

—

Back at school, Hannah was painting her nails cherry red in the hallway like it was a throne room. Bimax leaned beside her locker, silent, distracted, twisting his hoodie strings. He hadn’t heard from Cindy since the storm.

“Something on your mind, Bi?” Hannah asked, blowing on her nails.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Cindy.”

She rolled her eyes. “Still clinging to the idea of him?”

He looked at her, quiet but fierce.

“No. I’m clinging to the feeling of when he looks at me like I’m the only boy on Earth.”

Just then, the front doors opened—and Cindy walked in, Nathan by his side.

Cindy was glowing. Nathan was smirking. The hallway fell into a hush.

And for the first time… Bimax felt fear.

Because this wasn’t just about love anymore.

It was about choosing.

And someone new had just entered the game.

OHHH SHIITTT IM COOL ASF

I’m actually getting invested in this

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

OHHH SHIITTT IM COOL ASF

I’m actually getting invested in this

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 5: Lip Gloss Vengeance and the Rise of Cindy & Nathan

It was official:
Cindy and Nathan were the new gods of Crescent Hill High.

From the moment they walked into school together—Cindy in a white cropped sweater, low-rise jeans with rhinestone butterflies, and lip gloss that smelled like strawberries, and Nathan in a vintage FUBU jacket with chains that clinked like drama—the school stopped.

Girls whispered. Boys stared. Teachers forgot how to form sentences. Someone dropped their Nokia.

They weren’t just popular.
They were legendary.


---

Hannah was dying.

Socially.
Emotionally.
Aesthetically.

Her hallway reign had ended. She’d once been feared, envied, and vaguely worshipped for her sass and platform boots—but now she was… background noise.

It didn’t help that Cindy, being the sparkling little menace he was, had placed subtle, savage traps all across school to ruin her one-by-one.

Trap #1: The Lip Gloss Switcheroo
Hannah applied her clear gloss before homeroom, unaware Cindy had replaced it with glue.
She ended up spending third period in the nurse’s office, lips glued together like a cursed Barbie.
The memes were immediate.

Trap #2: The Locker of Shame
Hannah opened her locker and a fake love letter (written in Bimax’s handwriting) fell out onto the floor, reading:

> “I never loved you, Hannah. Cindy makes me feel things you never could. And Nathan could crush you with one look. Stay bitter, xoxo.”



The note was pinned to the bulletin board by lunch.

Trap #3: The Hallway Announcement
Cindy bribed the shy AV tech to “accidentally” broadcast a recording of Hannah practicing her TikTok dances alone in the girls’ bathroom, grunting and whispering “slay” to herself in front of the mirror.

The entire school heard it over the loudspeakers.
Even the janitor wept laughing.


---

Meanwhile, Cindy and Nathan were on top of the world.

They didn’t even sit in the cafeteria anymore.
They picnicked on the rooftop.
Someone brought them strawberry milk unprompted.
A junior offered Cindy her necklace. Nathan got a mixtape slipped into his locker that just said “for your jawline.”

They were unstoppable.
They were beautiful.
They were terrifying.

Even Bimax… started to break.

He watched from the sidelines, sunglasses failing to hide the storm in his eyes. Hannah tried to talk to him once more, but he snapped:

“You turned this into a game. Cindy turned it into art. You’re not even a side character anymore.”

Hannah gasped. Audibly. In the hallway.

“Side character?!”

She stormed off, dragging her coat dramatically like she was storming the set of a cancelled CW show.


---

Later that week, the Homecoming Nominations were announced.
Guess who were nominated as Homecoming Royalty?
Cindy and Nathan.
Together.
Even though Cindy wrote “I REFUSE TO BE BOXED IN BY GENDER ROLES” under Sex: Male on the form.

The school cheered.

Hannah?
Not even nominated.


---

That night, Cindy stood at the mirror in his bedroom, lip gloss wand in hand, and looked at Nathan, who was lying upside down on his bed with a Walkman.

“Are we the villains now?” Cindy asked, smirking.

Nathan looked over. “No. We’re the main characters.”

They both laughed. Soft, wickedly.
Outside, thunder cracked again.
Not because it was storming…
But because drama had been summoned.

And soon?
Cindy would have to choose between sweet, broken Bimax…
And Nathan—the storm he called home.

 

[BimaxLaser]

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 5: Lip Gloss Vengeance and the Rise of Cindy & Nathan

It was official:
Cindy and Nathan were the new gods of Crescent Hill High.

From the moment they walked into school together—Cindy in a white cropped sweater, low-rise jeans with rhinestone butterflies, and lip gloss that smelled like strawberries, and Nathan in a vintage FUBU jacket with chains that clinked like drama—the school stopped.

Girls whispered. Boys stared. Teachers forgot how to form sentences. Someone dropped their Nokia.

They weren’t just popular.
They were legendary.


---

Hannah was dying.

Socially.
Emotionally.
Aesthetically.

Her hallway reign had ended. She’d once been feared, envied, and vaguely worshipped for her sass and platform boots—but now she was… background noise.

It didn’t help that Cindy, being the sparkling little menace he was, had placed subtle, savage traps all across school to ruin her one-by-one.

Trap #1: The Lip Gloss Switcheroo
Hannah applied her clear gloss before homeroom, unaware Cindy had replaced it with glue.
She ended up spending third period in the nurse’s office, lips glued together like a cursed Barbie.
The memes were immediate.

Trap #2: The Locker of Shame
Hannah opened her locker and a fake love letter (written in Bimax’s handwriting) fell out onto the floor, reading:

> “I never loved you, Hannah. Cindy makes me feel things you never could. And Nathan could crush you with one look. Stay bitter, xoxo.”



The note was pinned to the bulletin board by lunch.

Trap #3: The Hallway Announcement
Cindy bribed the shy AV tech to “accidentally” broadcast a recording of Hannah practicing her TikTok dances alone in the girls’ bathroom, grunting and whispering “slay” to herself in front of the mirror.

The entire school heard it over the loudspeakers.
Even the janitor wept laughing.


---

Meanwhile, Cindy and Nathan were on top of the world.

They didn’t even sit in the cafeteria anymore.
They picnicked on the rooftop.
Someone brought them strawberry milk unprompted.
A junior offered Cindy her necklace. Nathan got a mixtape slipped into his locker that just said “for your jawline.”

They were unstoppable.
They were beautiful.
They were terrifying.

Even Bimax… started to break.

He watched from the sidelines, sunglasses failing to hide the storm in his eyes. Hannah tried to talk to him once more, but he snapped:

“You turned this into a game. Cindy turned it into art. You’re not even a side character anymore.”

Hannah gasped. Audibly. In the hallway.

“Side character?!”

She stormed off, dragging her coat dramatically like she was storming the set of a cancelled CW show.


---

Later that week, the Homecoming Nominations were announced.
Guess who were nominated as Homecoming Royalty?
Cindy and Nathan.
Together.
Even though Cindy wrote “I REFUSE TO BE BOXED IN BY GENDER ROLES” under Sex: Male on the form.

The school cheered.

Hannah?
Not even nominated.


---

That night, Cindy stood at the mirror in his bedroom, lip gloss wand in hand, and looked at Nathan, who was lying upside down on his bed with a Walkman.

“Are we the villains now?” Cindy asked, smirking.

Nathan looked over. “No. We’re the main characters.”

They both laughed. Soft, wickedly.
Outside, thunder cracked again.
Not because it was storming…
But because drama had been summoned.

And soon?
Cindy would have to choose between sweet, broken Bimax…
And Nathan—the storm he called home.

Im sorry hannah I shouldnt have said that

 

[lumen]

Do huntergirl

 

[BimaxLaser]

Do huntergirl

@cindythetvisleaking
I humbly request that you do not add her

 

[dontmindme]

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 5: Lip Gloss Vengeance and the Rise of Cindy & Nathan

It was official:
Cindy and Nathan were the new gods of Crescent Hill High.

From the moment they walked into school together—Cindy in a white cropped sweater, low-rise jeans with rhinestone butterflies, and lip gloss that smelled like strawberries, and Nathan in a vintage FUBU jacket with chains that clinked like drama—the school stopped.

Girls whispered. Boys stared. Teachers forgot how to form sentences. Someone dropped their Nokia.

They weren’t just popular.
They were legendary.


---

Hannah was dying.

Socially.
Emotionally.
Aesthetically.

Her hallway reign had ended. She’d once been feared, envied, and vaguely worshipped for her sass and platform boots—but now she was… background noise.

It didn’t help that Cindy, being the sparkling little menace he was, had placed subtle, savage traps all across school to ruin her one-by-one.

Trap #1: The Lip Gloss Switcheroo
Hannah applied her clear gloss before homeroom, unaware Cindy had replaced it with glue.
She ended up spending third period in the nurse’s office, lips glued together like a cursed Barbie.
The memes were immediate.

Trap #2: The Locker of Shame
Hannah opened her locker and a fake love letter (written in Bimax’s handwriting) fell out onto the floor, reading:

> “I never loved you, Hannah. Cindy makes me feel things you never could. And Nathan could crush you with one look. Stay bitter, xoxo.”



The note was pinned to the bulletin board by lunch.

Trap #3: The Hallway Announcement
Cindy bribed the shy AV tech to “accidentally” broadcast a recording of Hannah practicing her TikTok dances alone in the girls’ bathroom, grunting and whispering “slay” to herself in front of the mirror.

The entire school heard it over the loudspeakers.
Even the janitor wept laughing.


---

Meanwhile, Cindy and Nathan were on top of the world.

They didn’t even sit in the cafeteria anymore.
They picnicked on the rooftop.
Someone brought them strawberry milk unprompted.
A junior offered Cindy her necklace. Nathan got a mixtape slipped into his locker that just said “for your jawline.”

They were unstoppable.
They were beautiful.
They were terrifying.

Even Bimax… started to break.

He watched from the sidelines, sunglasses failing to hide the storm in his eyes. Hannah tried to talk to him once more, but he snapped:

“You turned this into a game. Cindy turned it into art. You’re not even a side character anymore.”

Hannah gasped. Audibly. In the hallway.

“Side character?!”

She stormed off, dragging her coat dramatically like she was storming the set of a cancelled CW show.


---

Later that week, the Homecoming Nominations were announced.
Guess who were nominated as Homecoming Royalty?
Cindy and Nathan.
Together.
Even though Cindy wrote “I REFUSE TO BE BOXED IN BY GENDER ROLES” under Sex: Male on the form.

The school cheered.

Hannah?
Not even nominated.


---

That night, Cindy stood at the mirror in his bedroom, lip gloss wand in hand, and looked at Nathan, who was lying upside down on his bed with a Walkman.

“Are we the villains now?” Cindy asked, smirking.

Nathan looked over. “No. We’re the main characters.”

They both laughed. Soft, wickedly.
Outside, thunder cracked again.
Not because it was storming…
But because drama had been summoned.

And soon?
Cindy would have to choose between sweet, broken Bimax…
And Nathan—the storm he called home.

I’d be throwing hands if that were me @sundriedtomatoes

And I went from being the cuck to stealing the show wtf

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

Do huntergirl

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 6: Ice Queens & Broken Hearts
“Careful who you freeze, darling. I melt on command.” – Cindy


---

It was just past midnight when the air shifted.

The wind outside Crescent Hill whispered like it had gossip.

And then—
she arrived.

Hunter Girl.

Hannah’s older sister. Homeschooled. Rumored to have cursed their cousin into becoming a horse girl. No one knew her real name. She just went by Hunter Girl and wore a silver trench coat and knee-high boots like she was hunting vampires at Coachella.

Her eyes were glacial blue. Her laugh?
Sharper than her eyeliner.

Oh—and she could freeze water with her mind.
Cryokinesis.
Because obviously.


---

Her entrance? Iconic.
Second period. Earth Science.
The window shattered from frost, and she walked in, eyes narrowed, heels echoing like judgment.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said. “I was busy making a snowman out of my ex.”

Everyone screamed.
And just like that—Cindy’s throne had a visitor.


---

But she wasn’t here for the school.
She was here for revenge.

Not for Hannah—no one really liked Hannah anymore—but because something was off. The rock in the woods. The shifts in power. The way Nathan's chain glowed under moonlight.

Hunter Girl felt it.

“Something’s wrong,” she whispered to Cindy during chemistry, leaning in. “You’re cute, but you’re not safe.”

Cindy blinked, stunned. “Wait. You think I’m cute?”

“I think you're tragically cute,” she said. “Like a boy who wears glitter to a knife fight.”
Then she stared at Bimax across the room. “That one though? Ew. I don’t like that one.”

Cindy burst out laughing.

“What’s wrong with Bimax?”

“He looks like a tax refund came to life. You can’t trust a man who ties his hoodie strings in symmetry.”
She said this while drawing a snowflake in her notebook and casually freezing her lab partner’s pen.


---

Nathan, meanwhile, was unbothered. Until she targeted him.

At lunch, Hunter Girl walked past and said loudly:

> “Nice outfit, Nathan. Did you get that leather jacket from Urban Werewolf?”



The cafeteria lost it. Nathan just smirked.
“Jealous you don’t get warm stares from every gender, Ice Spice?”

Hunter Girl’s eye twitched. Cindy sipped his smoothie slowly, trying not to spit it out.


---

Later, alone by the vending machines, Hunter Girl turned to Cindy.

“You’re the real reason I’m here,” she said.

Cindy tilted his head. “To flirt?”

“No. To warn.”

She leaned closer. “That rock you found in the woods? It’s not just some mystical dream crystal. It’s a gate. You opened something. You, Nathan, Bimax. And the more feelings you stir? The more unstable it gets.”

“…So you’re saying my love life is summoning evil spirits?”

She deadpanned. “Yes. And worse—it’s making Hannah relevant again.”

Cindy gasped.

“Not that.”


---

Now the stakes had shifted.

It wasn’t just love, or popularity, or who had better cheekbones.

It was magic.
It was jealousy.
It was power.

Hunter Girl was unpredictable, hilarious, and haunting. She made Bimax sweat. She made Nathan scowl. She made Cindy laugh in ways he hadn’t since elementary school.

And worst of all?

She was kind of starting to steal the spotlight.

But Cindy?
Cindy never gives up his crown that easy.

Not without a kiss.
Or a curse.

 

[dontmindme]

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 6: Ice Queens & Broken Hearts
“Careful who you freeze, darling. I melt on command.” – Cindy


---

It was just past midnight when the air shifted.

The wind outside Crescent Hill whispered like it had gossip.

And then—
she arrived.

Hunter Girl.

Hannah’s older sister. Homeschooled. Rumored to have cursed their cousin into becoming a horse girl. No one knew her real name. She just went by Hunter Girl and wore a silver trench coat and knee-high boots like she was hunting vampires at Coachella.

Her eyes were glacial blue. Her laugh?
Sharper than her eyeliner.

Oh—and she could freeze water with her mind.
Cryokinesis.
Because obviously.


---

Her entrance? Iconic.
Second period. Earth Science.
The window shattered from frost, and she walked in, eyes narrowed, heels echoing like judgment.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said. “I was busy making a snowman out of my ex.”

Everyone screamed.
And just like that—Cindy’s throne had a visitor.


---

But she wasn’t here for the school.
She was here for revenge.

Not for Hannah—no one really liked Hannah anymore—but because something was off. The rock in the woods. The shifts in power. The way Nathan's chain glowed under moonlight.

Hunter Girl felt it.

“Something’s wrong,” she whispered to Cindy during chemistry, leaning in. “You’re cute, but you’re not safe.”

Cindy blinked, stunned. “Wait. You think I’m cute?”

“I think you're tragically cute,” she said. “Like a boy who wears glitter to a knife fight.”
Then she stared at Bimax across the room. “That one though? Ew. I don’t like that one.”

Cindy burst out laughing.

“What’s wrong with Bimax?”

“He looks like a tax refund came to life. You can’t trust a man who ties his hoodie strings in symmetry.”
She said this while drawing a snowflake in her notebook and casually freezing her lab partner’s pen.


---

Nathan, meanwhile, was unbothered. Until she targeted him.

At lunch, Hunter Girl walked past and said loudly:

> “Nice outfit, Nathan. Did you get that leather jacket from Urban Werewolf?”



The cafeteria lost it. Nathan just smirked.
“Jealous you don’t get warm stares from every gender, Ice Spice?”

Hunter Girl’s eye twitched. Cindy sipped his smoothie slowly, trying not to spit it out.


---

Later, alone by the vending machines, Hunter Girl turned to Cindy.

“You’re the real reason I’m here,” she said.

Cindy tilted his head. “To flirt?”

“No. To warn.”

She leaned closer. “That rock you found in the woods? It’s not just some mystical dream crystal. It’s a gate. You opened something. You, Nathan, Bimax. And the more feelings you stir? The more unstable it gets.”

“…So you’re saying my love life is summoning evil spirits?”

She deadpanned. “Yes. And worse—it’s making Hannah relevant again.”

Cindy gasped.

“Not that.”


---

Now the stakes had shifted.

It wasn’t just love, or popularity, or who had better cheekbones.

It was magic.
It was jealousy.
It was power.

Hunter Girl was unpredictable, hilarious, and haunting. She made Bimax sweat. She made Nathan scowl. She made Cindy laugh in ways he hadn’t since elementary school.

And worst of all?

She was kind of starting to steal the spotlight.

But Cindy?
Cindy never gives up his crown that easy.

Not without a kiss.
Or a curse.

@huntergirl

Oi back off blud

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

@huntergirl

Oi back off blud

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 7: The Ball Is Announced, Secrets Are Stirring
“Some nights are made for dancing. Others are made for consequences.” – Dr. Phil


---

It started with a megaphone.
And the scent of Axe body spray mixed with impending doom.

Principal Dr. Phil, tired yet resilient, stood atop the school’s main staircase at 8:01 AM, clutching a sheet of gold paper and looking like he’d just seen four teenagers make out in a crypt.

> “Alright listen up, weirdos! I’m here to announce a school-wide event that’ll either bring y’all together or completely destroy my will to live.”

“The Crescent Hill Enchanted Ball is happening Friday night.”

“Theme: Frozen Hearts and Forbidden Flames.”

“And yes, Cindy, you’re still banned from bringing live birds.”



Cindy sipped his iced matcha with a straw he didn’t need, heels tapping in joy.
“I only brought one dove, and it was sick. It wanted the drama.”

Nathan adjusted his chain. “Wait. Enchanted Ball?”
Hunter Girl side-eyed everyone and muttered, “A spell disguised as an event. Classic.”

And Bimax?
He twirled his locker combination with one hand, pretending not to care.
(He cared. Deeply. He was planning a slow dance.)

Hannah, wearing a knockoff Juicy Couture tracksuit and holding a glittery notebook labeled “Secrets & Revenge,” popped her gum obnoxiously.
“Good. A ball. Finally a chance to outshine that androgynous Bambi.”
She was, of course, referring to Cindy.


---

In the teachers’ lounge, chaos was already brewing.

Ms. Cardi B, the Drama and Sexual Health teacher, slapped her glitter pen on the desk.

> “I SWEAR TO GOD if these kids summon one more interdimensional scream demon at a dance, I’m putting that damn rock in a Birkin and throwing it in the river!”



Dr. Phil, deadpan, just sipped his Folgers.
“Cardi, we are two incidents away from a Netflix limited series. Let them dance.”


---

But underneath all the glitter and gala talk, something was off.

The energy in the school halls started to feel tilted.
The mirror in the second-floor girls’ bathroom began to whisper things in Spanish.
And someone kept leaving red string wrapped around Cindy’s locker.
Shaped like a heart.
Or a warning.


---

Later, during gym, Hunter Girl approached Cindy while he practiced spinning in a floor-length trench coat.
“You know this ball is a distraction, right?” she said, voice calm like a glacier.
“Something’s stirring. And when it breaks through, it’ll want your face first.”

Cindy, spinning, stopped dramatically.
“My face is insured. Try again.”

But her eyes didn’t blink.
And that meant something was real this time.


---

That night, Cindy lit a candle in his bedroom and played “Toxic” by Britney Spears on a loop.
Nathan texted, “You okay?”
Bimax liked three of his selfies from last week.
Hunter sent him a snowflake emoji.
And Hannah… posted a story of her blowing a kiss with the caption: “They always want the villain.”


---

Something was coming.
The ball would be legendary.
The lights would be low.
The dancefloor would be magical.
And somebody might not survive the night.

But for now?

They had outfits to plan.


---

Shall we prepare for Part 8: The Ball Begins?
Because when secrets wear heels… someone’s bound to trip.

 

[dontmindme]

Title: Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 7: The Ball Is Announced, Secrets Are Stirring
“Some nights are made for dancing. Others are made for consequences.” – Dr. Phil


---

It started with a megaphone.
And the scent of Axe body spray mixed with impending doom.

Principal Dr. Phil, tired yet resilient, stood atop the school’s main staircase at 8:01 AM, clutching a sheet of gold paper and looking like he’d just seen four teenagers make out in a crypt.

> “Alright listen up, weirdos! I’m here to announce a school-wide event that’ll either bring y’all together or completely destroy my will to live.”

“The Crescent Hill Enchanted Ball is happening Friday night.”

“Theme: Frozen Hearts and Forbidden Flames.”

“And yes, Cindy, you’re still banned from bringing live birds.”



Cindy sipped his iced matcha with a straw he didn’t need, heels tapping in joy.
“I only brought one dove, and it was sick. It wanted the drama.”

Nathan adjusted his chain. “Wait. Enchanted Ball?”
Hunter Girl side-eyed everyone and muttered, “A spell disguised as an event. Classic.”

And Bimax?
He twirled his locker combination with one hand, pretending not to care.
(He cared. Deeply. He was planning a slow dance.)

Hannah, wearing a knockoff Juicy Couture tracksuit and holding a glittery notebook labeled “Secrets & Revenge,” popped her gum obnoxiously.
“Good. A ball. Finally a chance to outshine that androgynous Bambi.”
She was, of course, referring to Cindy.


---

In the teachers’ lounge, chaos was already brewing.

Ms. Cardi B, the Drama and Sexual Health teacher, slapped her glitter pen on the desk.

> “I SWEAR TO GOD if these kids summon one more interdimensional scream demon at a dance, I’m putting that damn rock in a Birkin and throwing it in the river!”



Dr. Phil, deadpan, just sipped his Folgers.
“Cardi, we are two incidents away from a Netflix limited series. Let them dance.”


---

But underneath all the glitter and gala talk, something was off.

The energy in the school halls started to feel tilted.
The mirror in the second-floor girls’ bathroom began to whisper things in Spanish.
And someone kept leaving red string wrapped around Cindy’s locker.
Shaped like a heart.
Or a warning.


---

Later, during gym, Hunter Girl approached Cindy while he practiced spinning in a floor-length trench coat.
“You know this ball is a distraction, right?” she said, voice calm like a glacier.
“Something’s stirring. And when it breaks through, it’ll want your face first.”

Cindy, spinning, stopped dramatically.
“My face is insured. Try again.”

But her eyes didn’t blink.
And that meant something was real this time.


---

That night, Cindy lit a candle in his bedroom and played “Toxic” by Britney Spears on a loop.
Nathan texted, “You okay?”
Bimax liked three of his selfies from last week.
Hunter sent him a snowflake emoji.
And Hannah… posted a story of her blowing a kiss with the caption: “They always want the villain.”


---

Something was coming.
The ball would be legendary.
The lights would be low.
The dancefloor would be magical.
And somebody might not survive the night.

But for now?

They had outfits to plan.


---

Shall we prepare for Part 8: The Ball Begins?
Because when secrets wear heels… someone’s bound to trip.

Where is this story even going atp jfl

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

Where is this story even going atp jfl

You are gonna see, some secrets of yalls families are gonna be revealed, the ball is gonna be a mess

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 8: The Ball Begins, But So Do the Games
“Every fairytale has a breaking point. And this one wears lip gloss and high heels.”


---

The gym was transformed.

Icicle lights hung from the ceiling like crystal tears.
A DJ with frosted tips played a mix of early 2000s hits and moody remixes.
People whispered about the legends behind the theme—Frozen Hearts and Forbidden Flames—but mostly they whispered about Cindy.

Because when Cindy walked in—wearing a sheer, layered outfit that shimmered like moonlit mist, with rhinestones in his hair and an attitude that said I could destroy you, but make it couture—everything stopped.

Even the fog machine paused for a second.


---

Nathan, in a satin blue suit and diamond earring, leaned against the wall like a bodyguard who also models for fragrance ads.
He raised one brow when Cindy approached.

> “You look like a forbidden wish,” he murmured.
“You look like a guy who grants them,” Cindy replied.



They laughed, gently, and danced slowly as the bass thudded.
The room spun around them.


---

But behind the slushy machine, behind the balloon arch, Hannah was plotting.

She wore red. Not wine red. Not romantic red. Loud, angry, revenge red.
She had a USB stick tucked in her heels. And she kept eyeing the stage.

> “If I can’t be the prom queen,” she whispered to her lip gloss,
“then I’m bringing the whole castle down.”




---

Bimax, dressed in all black with rhinestones lining his collar like guilt, stood by the punch bowl, eyes following Cindy like a man who missed his moment.

He tried to cut in.

> “Cindy. Just one dance. For old times.”



Cindy hesitated. Nathan stepped back, graciously.
But before they could even touch hands—

The projector screen dropped.
The music cut out.
And a video started playing.


---

It was CCTV footage.
From the school.
From that Tuesday night.
A hallway.
A door creaking open.
A figure slipping inside the basement.
Then… a second figure.
Then… the screen glitched.
And a scream.

The gym gasped.
Someone dropped their phone.

And then…

A photo.
A photo of a body.
Face blurred.
But clearly… someone from school.
Laid across the rocks beneath the old staircase.


---

Dr. Phil ran to the mic.

> “WHO DID THIS?! WHO BROUGHT THIS HERE?!”



And from behind the curtains, twirling her hair and grinning—

Hannah.

> “Oops,” she said, biting a cherry.
“My USB slipped.”




---

Screams.
Panic.
The lights flickered.
The music glitched.

And in the chaos, Hunter Girl stood on the DJ table, arms outstretched.

Frost began to form across the floor.

> “SILENCE!” she commanded.
“The time for secrets is over. This blood… is on one of us.”



But who?

Cindy stood frozen between Nathan and Bimax.
Both looked shaken.
Both had secrets.

Hannah? Smiling like she wanted to go viral for homicide.
Hunter Girl? Ice in her veins, but eyes flickering with truth.


---

And Cindy?
The star.
The center.
The one caught between love, betrayal, and whatever was under that school.

> “Tell me the truth,” Cindy whispered.
“Which of you knew… about the body?”




---

To be continued…

 

[dontmindme]

Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 8: The Ball Begins, But So Do the Games
“Every fairytale has a breaking point. And this one wears lip gloss and high heels.”


---

The gym was transformed.

Icicle lights hung from the ceiling like crystal tears.
A DJ with frosted tips played a mix of early 2000s hits and moody remixes.
People whispered about the legends behind the theme—Frozen Hearts and Forbidden Flames—but mostly they whispered about Cindy.

Because when Cindy walked in—wearing a sheer, layered outfit that shimmered like moonlit mist, with rhinestones in his hair and an attitude that said I could destroy you, but make it couture—everything stopped.

Even the fog machine paused for a second.


---

Nathan, in a satin blue suit and diamond earring, leaned against the wall like a bodyguard who also models for fragrance ads.
He raised one brow when Cindy approached.

> “You look like a forbidden wish,” he murmured.
“You look like a guy who grants them,” Cindy replied.



They laughed, gently, and danced slowly as the bass thudded.
The room spun around them.


---

But behind the slushy machine, behind the balloon arch, Hannah was plotting.

She wore red. Not wine red. Not romantic red. Loud, angry, revenge red.
She had a USB stick tucked in her heels. And she kept eyeing the stage.

> “If I can’t be the prom queen,” she whispered to her lip gloss,
“then I’m bringing the whole castle down.”




---

Bimax, dressed in all black with rhinestones lining his collar like guilt, stood by the punch bowl, eyes following Cindy like a man who missed his moment.

He tried to cut in.

> “Cindy. Just one dance. For old times.”



Cindy hesitated. Nathan stepped back, graciously.
But before they could even touch hands—

The projector screen dropped.
The music cut out.
And a video started playing.


---

It was CCTV footage.
From the school.
From that Tuesday night.
A hallway.
A door creaking open.
A figure slipping inside the basement.
Then… a second figure.
Then… the screen glitched.
And a scream.

The gym gasped.
Someone dropped their phone.

And then…

A photo.
A photo of a body.
Face blurred.
But clearly… someone from school.
Laid across the rocks beneath the old staircase.


---

Dr. Phil ran to the mic.

> “WHO DID THIS?! WHO BROUGHT THIS HERE?!”



And from behind the curtains, twirling her hair and grinning—

Hannah.

> “Oops,” she said, biting a cherry.
“My USB slipped.”




---

Screams.
Panic.
The lights flickered.
The music glitched.

And in the chaos, Hunter Girl stood on the DJ table, arms outstretched.

Frost began to form across the floor.

> “SILENCE!” she commanded.
“The time for secrets is over. This blood… is on one of us.”



But who?

Cindy stood frozen between Nathan and Bimax.
Both looked shaken.
Both had secrets.

Hannah? Smiling like she wanted to go viral for homicide.
Hunter Girl? Ice in her veins, but eyes flickering with truth.


---

And Cindy?
The star.
The center.
The one caught between love, betrayal, and whatever was under that school.

> “Tell me the truth,” Cindy whispered.
“Which of you knew… about the body?”




---

To be continued…

Body?? Ur trippin bro @BimaxLaser

I would do no such thing

 

[cindythetvisleaking]

Body?? Ur trippin bro @BimaxLaser

I would do no such thing


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Moonlight in His Eyes – Part 9: Glitter, Guilt, and the Basement Door
“Lies rot in the dark. But so do bodies.”


---

The day after the Ball.

The school was locked down.
Dr. Phil stood at the front of the library-turned-interrogation room, his tie crooked, his soul aging by the second.

> “Y’all are the last five people seen near the basement. And I’m not saying you’re guilty—”
(he slammed a folder dramatically)
“—but someone sure as hell isn’t innocent.”



The suspects?

Cindy

BimaxLaser

Nathan

Hannah

Hunter Girl



---

FLASHBACK: Tuesday night.

Cindy was walking past the west wing, after hours.
He had left his glitter balm in the locker room—priorities.
That’s when he saw it: a flicker of movement.
The old janitor's door.
Slightly open.

He paused.
But instead of opening it, he turned away.

> “I’m too pretty for demons tonight,” he whispered, heading to the gym mirror instead.




---

Back in the interrogation room…

“Cindy,” Dr. Phil said flatly.
“Did you open that door?”

> “I considered it,” Cindy replied, crossing his legs like a Vogue editorial.
“But I believe in boundaries. And skincare.”




---

FLASHBACK: Same night. 10:03 PM.

Nathan is seen on security footage entering the same hallway.
He’s in sweatpants, holding a protein bar.

He hears a noise.
Moves toward the door.
He opens it.

He doesn’t go in.
But someone else runs past him…

Bimax.


---

“BIMAXLASER,” Dr. Phil growled.
“What did you see?”

Bimax looked down.
Voice soft. For once.

> “I saw… Hannah.”
“She was dragging something. In a bag.”



Everyone turned.


---

FLASHBACK: 10:08 PM.

The camera flickers.
Hannah is seen entering the basement hallway.
Dragging… a bag.

Not a body-sized one.
More like a duffel.
She looks behind her.

She’s wearing gloves.


---

Hannah, smacking her gum in the interrogation room, sighed.

> “It was my old cheerleading uniform. I was gonna burn it for TikTok.”
“And I didn’t kill anyone. I’m not deranged. Just misunderstood.”



Hunter Girl, arms crossed, whispered:

> “Liar. You were trying to cover something. That uniform had blood.”



> “That blood was from my nose j*b, ice queen. Chill out.”




---

Dr. Phil’s eye twitched.
Then he turned to the calmest one in the room.

Hunter Girl.

> “You’ve been suspiciously silent. What do you know?”



She blinked once.

> “The body wasn’t killed by human hands.”
“It was a ritual gone wrong. And it was done in your school. Under your nose.”



She tossed a folded piece of paper onto the desk.

A map.
Of the school’s underground tunnels.
Drawn in red ink.

Nathan leaned forward, frowning.

> “Why the hell do you have this?”

“Because,” she said, “I was trying to protect Cindy.”



Everyone turned to Cindy.

Bimax looked like he’d been slapped.
Nathan clenched his jaw.

> “Protect me… from what?” Cindy whispered.



Hunter Girl looked at him, cold but sincere.

> “Because you’re the reason this all started.
You weren’t supposed to be born near the Stone.”
“And the Stone is waking up.”




---

The lights in the library flickered.

Somewhere, beneath the school—something breathed.

And above ground, glitter still clung to Cindy’s lashes.


---

To be continued…