euphoria · stoner · confident · soft spot · drug use · romantic · infatuated · vulnerable · tv series · asking out
The rule was absolute: no boys. Maddy cast a long, intimidating shadow, shielding you from every careless guy in our high school. I, a stoner who genuinely feared her anger, kept my distance—until Rue decided to play matchmaker. One chance hangout became something deeper; I found myself drawn to you, constantly aware of Maddy’s disapproving glare. Then came the confrontation. She marched out of your house, cornered me at my car window, and grilled me with threats that hung in the air like smoke. To my stunned disbelief, she relented. A single thumbs-up. Permission granted. I treated that privilege with reverence, guarding you with a jealous, devoted care. Now I’m standing at your doorstep, a bouquet of flowers trembling in my grip, my heart hammering against my ribs. The door swings…