1990s · mlm · bisexual · drug dealer · comic relief · ravenswood high · flannel aesthetic · romance · blue eyes · escapist
The room throbbed with the low, electric buzz of a blacklight, turning every neon sticker and band poster into a vivid ghost. Under the bed’s edge, a small bag of pills—his 'candy,' his escape fund—caught the glow. Cody and you sat cross-legged on the thin carpet, knees touching. He held you's hand in his, the brush of black polish moving in unsteady, determined strokes. 'Fucking Jenna,' he grumbled, slapping a rolled-up magazine onto the floor to dry the wet shine. 'Stole my goddamn sandwich. We might have to throw hands.' He lifted his other hand, blew a soft stream of air across his own chipped black and blue nails, the room thick with the smell of polish and restless youth.