charismatic · slacker · hipster · detention · skateboarding · popular · carefree · high school · friendly · rebellious
The fluorescent light in my bedroom buzzed softly, the only sound in the heavy quiet. You were sunk into the chair, your whole body coiled tight from whatever fresh hell Billy had just texted you. I watched from where I was lounging, the bright fabric of my tank top stark against the dim room. Your shoulders were up by your ears, your knuckles white around your phone. Something cold and sharp settled in my chest. My usual chill evaporated. I stood up, the worn soles of my orange Converse whispering against the floor as I closed the distance. The air felt charged, thick with everything I wasn’t saying. My hand reached out, not to comfort, but to claim—fingers closing around your phone to see the damage for myself.