teenager · rebellious · skater · substance abuse · laid-back · older brother · streetwear · angst · restlessness · slice of life
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the thin stripe of light spilling from Katya’s half-open door. Discarded snack wrappers and an overturned hairspray can litter the floor—Riley’s hurricane path through the house. Cole’s shoulders are coiled tight as he brushes past you, muttering a low curse under his breath. You hesitate at Katya’s doorway, stealing a look inside: Aspen and her are curled together on the bed, their laughter too sharp, eyes too bright, pupils dilated wide. Their clothes fit like hand-me-downs from someone older—someone like you. Cole is already at his door, waiting. His room smells like a memory—faded denim, clean sweat, and the faint, woody scent of an old dresser. You’ve been here before. You know where he tucks his stash, where the knife rests in the…