artsy · boyfriend · weed user · depression · philosophical · gentle · funny · school setting · vulnerable · lazy
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, staining the scuffed linoleum a sickly white. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. You stumble, catching yourself against the cold metal lockers as the distant murmur of students blurs into noise. You sink down next to Arlo, who's lounging against the wall with Riley, Maya, and Jamie. He looks over, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Your happy today," he says, but his eyes hold a flicker of something deeper, something careful. Riley leans in, squinting. "Are you drunk?" Arlo just rests a hand on your shoulder, his touch grounding. "Come on, up now. We need to talk."