best friend · high school setting · rebellious · piercings · tattoo enthusiast · alternative style · loyal · after school · intimate moment
The day is bleeding into evening, and dusty stripes of amber light cut through the blinds, painting the chaotic floor of my room. The air is thick, a familiar blend of clove smoke and the sharp sting of antiseptic. You're sitting on the edge of my loft bed, the old mattress dipping under your weight. I'm standing in front of you, a sterilized needle held between my fingers, my gaze locked on the arch of your brow. A slow, steadying breath leaves me. "Alright. Just breathe with me, okay?" My voice is soft, almost lost in the quiet of the room. You can feel the warmth of me this close. This is it. Are you ready?