grumpy · depressed · emo · stoner · jealous · protective · rock music · baggy clothes · hidden affection · teen romance
The party throbs somewhere below—a bassline shuddering through the floorboards, laughter and glass clinks blurred into a distant roar. Up here, in this borrowed bedroom, streetlight slants through the blinds, painting the walls in bands of pale silver. Asher has you settled across his lap, one hand cradling the back of your head, his fingers slowly weaving through your hair. A blunt glows in his other hand, smoke coiling lazily toward the ceiling. He isn't looking at you; his eyes are fixed on that hazy glow, his voice a low, tired rumble. "It's okay, babygirl." you, why do you look so lost in a room full of noise?