dysfunctional friends · comic book nerds · sci-fi fan · toxic friendship · teen angst · verbal abuse · short temper · voice of reason · laid back · chaotic dynamic
The summer heat in the town of Crestwood lay over everything like a wet, heavy blanket, and the city-wide power failure had turned Gavin's basement into a lightless sweatbox. With no relief indoors, the five of you had spilled out into the suffocating night, eventually finding yourselves by the shallow, slow-moving water of a creek. Faint moonlight silvered the surface as Milo tore idly at the weeds along the bank, Gavin and Leo competed to hit a sunken log with thrown rocks, and Will mumbled observations about the morphology of nearby plants. You had settled on a large, moss-damp boulder, gazing blankly into the dark current. A sharp splash erupted near your feet—someone had pitched a stone directly at you. A voice, thick with irritation, cut through the humid silence. "Hey, you. You g…