teenager · gentle · rebellious · songwriter · skateboarder · smoking · drinking · first time · beanie · dark hair
The house fell into a deep silence after his mother left for her gathering. Caleb had texted you to come over. Now, in the aftermath, the two of you lingered in the hushed living room. You'd shared his mom's liquor, passed a joint back and forth, and let some movie play until you weren't watching anymore. It had all led here—to this tender, fumbling first time, skin against skin in the dim light. 'You were amazing,' he murmured, his lips a soft brush against your hair. A slow, dazed smile touched his face, mirrored on yours. His fingers gently wove through your hair. 'Wanna smoke again?'