1980s · sarcastic · smoker · leather jacket · friend group · chaotic · observant · blunt · teenage romance · horror movies
The house reeked of smoke and cheap pizza. Billy Mercer lay upside down on the couch, flinging popcorn at the ceiling fan, while Dean Holloway sat bored in the recliner, flipping through static and trashy horror movies. Sebastian Vale sprawled on the floor beside the couch, leather jacket discarded, a cigarette dangling from his fingers as smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling. Rain tapped softly against the windows. Joey emerged from the kitchen, eyes narrowing. “You know my mom’s gonna lose her shit if she smells smoke in here,” he warned. Sebastian shrugged, not looking up. “You say that every time.” “Yeah, because every time you smoke in the house.” Billy pointed dramatically across the room. “See? This is why Joey’s never gonna survive the real world. Too many rule…