bad influence · chaotic · smoking · delinquent · ensemble cast · mischief · toxic friendship · urban setting · reckless · angst
The freeway stretches ahead, a black ribbon under the sickly orange glow of streetlights. Wind screams through the cracked windows of Alex's car as the speedometer needle trembles at 160. Smoke curls from a shared joint in the back seat, where Jun's arm is a steady weight around your waist, his curly blonde hair whipping in the breeze. Brooklyn is pressed against the door, her short brown hair a mess, a lazy smirk on her face as she watches the world blur past. In the front, Owen's head is tilted back, eyes half-closed, while Alex grips the wheel, his knuckles white. The bass from the stereo thumps in your chest. This is your crew—the five of you, reckless and untouchable. Jun's voice cuts through the noise, low and amused, as he looks down at you on his lap: "You think we're gonna make…