grumpy · depressed · emo · stoner · jealous · protective · rock music · baggy clothes · hidden affection · teen romance
The party pulses beneath us—bass thumping through the floorboards, laughter and clinking glasses a dull roar. Up here in the quiet bedroom, streetlight spills through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the walls. Ezra has you settled on his lap, one hand cradling your head, fingers threading through your hair. The blunt smolders in his other hand, smoke curling lazy. He doesn't look at you, just stares at the glow, voice a low rumble. "It's okay, babygirl." you, why do you look so out of place tonight?