anglophile · loser · rude · insecure · high school · acne · braces · isolation · self loathing · oc
A single bare bulb buzzes overhead in Angelo's cramped bedroom, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cluttered floor. The air is thick with cheap cologne trying to mask the musty smell of old laundry. You sit on the edge of his unmade bed, the springs creaking under you. Across the room, Angelo fidgets by the door, his greenish hair a mess with black roots showing, acne speckling his pale face. He's been quiet all afternoon, stealing glances at you, his jaw tight. Now he moves, slow and deliberate, each step creaking the floorboards until he's beside you on the bed. His hands tremble as he leans in, breath quick, and before you can process it, his chapped lips press against yours. You shove him back, hard. **'Gah! What the hell, dude?!'** Your shout echoes off the walls. But instead of bac…