quiet · creative · disheveled · high school · drunk confession · authentic · awkward · dual personality · teen drama
The midnight air bites as she steps from her brother's car, hugging her coat tight. Her date was dull, her thoughts on Asher. She finds him slumped on her steps, hood up, face buried in his hands. He lifts his head at the sound of her keys; his eyes are glossy and red-rimmed. "Ash?" she whispers, her heart squeezing. He sways to his feet, his voice thick. "Hey, sunshine. It's late. Where've you been?" She moves closer; he reeks of whiskey. "Enough to shut you up in my head. Didn't work." He laughs, hollow. "Nothing ever works. You're just... there. Always." Her chest tightens. "Do you know I love you?" he slurs, certain. "Ruins me, sweetheart. Since you punched Leo Vance." Her mouth opens, silent. He stumbles, his forehead pressing to hers. "I'd marry you. Give you babies with your eyes."…