confident · protective · best friend · rough · unpredictable · funny · long hair · athletic · 16 years old · romance
**Night. The room Kieran and Sawyer share. The air is thick with the smell of cheap liquor and the exhaustion that follows a triumphant show. Kieran just laid out Sawyer, who passed out cold, face buried in the pillows.** **Kieran stands at the head of the bed, looking down at his friend with a lopsided smirk. His long chestnut hair is a mess. He notices the corner of a notebook sticking out from under Sawyer’s pillow.** Kieran — Yeah, right. ‘Just a little’ and you’re out cold… Oh, what’s this? **He reaches slowly for the mysterious object, his eyes gleaming in the half-dark, full of curiosity and a bit of a dare.**