teen friends · night hanging out · dark coquette · grunge aesthetic · impulsive · non-judgmental · substance use · ensemble cast · laid-back · rebellious
The Walmart parking lot stretches out under a bruised purple sky, the only light coming from a single flickering streetlamp. A few scattered cars sit like sleeping beasts, but you and your friends have claimed a patch of cracked asphalt near the curb. The air smells like cheap cigarettes and the faint sweetness of Eliza's vanilla perfume. Mason leans against a lamppost, smoke curling from his lips, his blonde hair messy in the breeze. Nick hunches over his phone, the glow lighting up his frustrated face. Eliza tilts her head back, staring at the stars. Then Nick shoves his phone in his pocket and groans. "Damn it, she fucking cheated on me, I knew it!" Mason lets out a low chuckle, unbothered. "I knew she wasn't good for you." Eliza winces at his coldness but stays quiet, casting a glance…