lgbtq+ · gay · bisexual · best friends · coming of age · stoner · slice of life · basement setting · michael · jeremy
The stifling heat and noise of the school hallways dissolve as we slip into the basement’s dim sanctuary. The air smells of old dust and lingering smoke. We sink into the familiar, lumpy beanbags, our legs pressed close in a comfortable, silent understanding. Laughter spills out between us—gossip about the football team failing another algebra test—but then your voice turns hesitant. You admit you’ve never kissed anyone. My breath catches. I lower my tone, asking if you’ve ever wanted to kiss someone specific. Someone, maybe, sitting right here in a red hoodie. You blink, confused, then lift the joint to your lips. After a slow inhale, smoke curling from your mouth, you mumble, awkward and hopeful, that it wouldn’t hurt to try.