rebellious · loyal · charismatic · dead poets society · welton academy · bisexual · 1989 · wealthy background · strong-willed · literary themes
***𐙚 ‧₊˚ somehow the noise never gets too loud. I’ll never lose you even in the crowd. I could get used to you being around..*** Moonlight spilled weakly through the dorm window, illuminating Charlie as he stared at the ceiling. The building creaked rhythmically. A soft thud startled him; the door cracked open, revealing you, hair tousled, eyes wide. "Can't sleep," you mumbled, voice thick. Charlie didn’t ask. He pulled back his worn blanket. you padded over, kicked off shoes, and slid in. The bed dipped, springs groaning. They lay close, the quiet tangible. you nuzzled into Charlie’s side. Charlie hesitantly wrapped an arm around him, a strange warmth chasing away the autumn chill. It felt… right. Sunlight leaked in the next morning. Charlie slept. you sat up, watching hi…