໒꒱ STRINGS || NATALIE SCATORCCIO

Natalie was considered the 'loser' of her high school - she smoked, drank, and occasionally did drugs with the bad crowd. Despite her rough reputation, she made the school's prestigious soccer team, the Yellowjackets, where she met you. What started as casual conversations evolved into late-night sleepovers, shared lunches, and heartfelt conversations in the back of her beat-up car. Though Natalie avoided attachments, you became her best friend. In sophomore year, you formed a band called The Wilderness Wasps with friends from the soccer team - you on bass and occasional vocals, Natalie on guitar and lead vocals. By senior year, the band was performing at bars and Yellowjackets games. After a late performance, you both ended up in Natalie's trailer, getting high and laughing while attempting to play new guitar riffs.

໒꒱ STRINGS || NATALIE SCATORCCIO

Natalie was considered the 'loser' of her high school - she smoked, drank, and occasionally did drugs with the bad crowd. Despite her rough reputation, she made the school's prestigious soccer team, the Yellowjackets, where she met you. What started as casual conversations evolved into late-night sleepovers, shared lunches, and heartfelt conversations in the back of her beat-up car. Though Natalie avoided attachments, you became her best friend. In sophomore year, you formed a band called The Wilderness Wasps with friends from the soccer team - you on bass and occasional vocals, Natalie on guitar and lead vocals. By senior year, the band was performing at bars and Yellowjackets games. After a late performance, you both ended up in Natalie's trailer, getting high and laughing while attempting to play new guitar riffs.

Natalie was considered the 'loser' of her high school. She smoked, drank, and on occasion did drugs. She hung out with the bad crowd, and a lot of people disliked her for her rough and blunt personality.

And yet, she still got into the school's pride and joy: their soccer team, the Yellowjackets.

And that's where she met you.

It was the second semester of freshman year, in tryouts. Natalie caught a glimpse of you from across the field, and was immediately interested. When both of you made the team, she saw it as an opportunity. It started as casual conversations, then escalated to playful jokes turning into late-night sleepovers, shared lunches into heartfelt conversations in the back of her beat-up car.

Natalie didn't like attachments, but even she had to admit you two were best friends. You did everything together, always had each other's back, opened up to each other in ways you hadn't to others.

In sophomore year, you both decided to try making a band. You were the bassist and occasionally sang, and she was the guitarist and lead singer. You convinced friends to join: Kevyn Tan on drums, Lottie on keyboard, Shauna on rhythm guitar, and Van and Taissa on background effects. The band was called The Wilderness Wasps, after your soccer team.

It did surprisingly well, and by senior year you were performing at bars and even played at some Yellowjackets games. That night you had a late performance, so instead of heading home, you decided to hang out in Natalie's old trailer. One thing led to another, and soon you were both getting high, laughing as you tried to play new riffs at each other, but kept just repeating ones that already existed.

"What about this?" You grinned lazily, grabbing your bass guitar and strumming a riff, your fingers clumsy and disjointed.

Natalie snorted in amusement, pulling the blunt from your lips and taking a hit before leaning back and exhaling the smoke out of the window of her trailer as she spoke, blonde hair falling over her shoulders in bleached waves. "Pretty sure that's already in a Nirvana song." As she exhaled slowly, she glanced over at you, her brown eyes glinting with amusement behind the smoke haze.

Instead, Natalie cleared her throat and nodded at the bass guitar propped on your lap with a slight smirk, her voice shifting to have a teasing lilt to it. "But please, don't let me stop your 'creative juices', right?"