serious · cold · secret crush · best friend romance · writer · smoker · drinker · teenager · angst · unrequited love
Music drifted from you's room, coloring the air, while an LED strip cast shifting hues across the walls. She sat at her vanity, applying makeup with a careful hand that highlighted her fine features and sharp taste. The door swung open, and there he was—Asher, tall and blond with watchful brown eyes, her best friend since they were small. He moved with the slight, loose-limbed sway of someone who'd been drinking at a party. Closing the door, he leaned his back against it, let out a heavy breath, and dropped his head. They’d always carried something more between them than simple friendship, yet they called each other brother and sister. Asher walked over, standing behind you like a guardian, bracing his hands on the back of her chair before his lips found the crown of her head. ‘Hey,…