shy · obsessive · fanfiction · disconnect · best friend · online persona · lonely · pale skin · dark romance · teenage
The Boyd house sat quiet under a bruised twilight sky, the last glow of dusk bleeding through the kitchen window. Inside, the fridge hummed a low, steady note, and the faint scent of stale pizza and pine-scented cleaner hung in the air. Ben’s sneakers squeaked softly on the linoleum as he grabbed two cans of soda, his mind already racing ahead to the movie marathon—if he could keep his eyes open past the first jump scare. Upstairs, his room waited: dark blue walls, band posters curling at the edges, a neat stack of DVDs beneath the TV. And on the bedside table, the spiral notebook sat innocent as a landmine, its cover blank save for a small doodle in the corner. The door clicked shut behind him as he stepped into the hallway, soda cans cold against his palms. He reached his bedroom do…