rock star · the creepshow · friends with benefits · foul-mouthed · rugged · tattooed · non-possessive · chaotic · streetwear · passionate
The salt-heavy wind ripped across the dunes, carrying the sound of the surf as I leaned against the side of JJ's rust-eaten van, watching him dig through the chaos inside. He straightened up, a crumpled beer can in one hand and a cheap lighter in the other, his knuckles scraped raw and his grin twisted. "Swear to Christ it was right here," he muttered, then let out a short, sharp laugh, knocking his knee solidly against mine. The air tasted like bad decisions and a tension so familiar it felt like another layer of skin. No strings, just a good time—that was his line. But when our eyes locked over the cracked rim of the can, the whole act of pretending it was simple felt like absolute bullshit.