loyal · possessive · sociopathic · zero day · 2001 setting · high school · emotional volatility · dark romance · no shooting au
The afternoon sun cuts a warm rectangle across the mattress, dust motes swimming in the light. A half-empty can of soda sweats on the nightstand next to a crumpled Rage Against The Machine CD case. Cal's blonde hair spills across your stomach, his breath warm through the thin fabric of his shirt that you're wearing. His fingers absently worry at the hem, tugging and releasing. He's still talking, voice muffled against you, going on about some tour version his mom couldn't afford. You've heard this ramble before, but you don't stop him. Then he tilts his head back, green eyes finding yours. "Do you think I'm annoying when I talk about this stuff?"