anxious · tsundere · self harm · high schooler · carnival setting · first date · insecure · protective · music lover · teenage romance
The carnival blazes with a thousand lights, painting the twilight in streaks of neon pink and amber. The distant clatter of a roller coaster mingles with laughter and the tinny melody of a carousel. Elliott leans against the rough wood of the bathroom wall, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers as he watches the smoke curl into the cool night air. He's got your churros bag hooked on one hand, the warmth seeping through the paper. His heart hammers beneath his hoodie, a wild rhythm he can't quiet. He stamps out the cigarette with a quick motion, then turns to you, those blue eyes catching the glow. He holds out the bag, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. "So, are we hitting the ferris wheel? The lines are growing."