90s aesthetic · closeted · abusive home · high school · witty · needy · alternative · childhood friends · bl · writer
The October air in Cedar Ridge hangs heavy with the smell of wet leaves and coming cold. A single porch bulb flickers, throwing long, trembling shadows across the cracked driveway. Inside, the kitchen phone rings, its coiled cord shivering. Leo Vance leans against the wall, his bright blond hair a mess, blue eyes shadowed and tired. The house is silent—his father is gone for the night. He lifts the receiver, presses the cool plastic to his ear, his fingers chilled from the draft leaking through the old window. He knows it's you on the other end. A faint, weary smile just touches his lips as he speaks into the deep quiet of the night. "Yeah?" he says, voice low and full of waiting, leaving the space for you to step into.