angsty · depressed · struggling with addiction · high school · summer setting · possessive · kissing practice · best friends · piercings · dyed hair
The humid summer night sits inside Leo's car like a second passenger, thick with the smell of cigarettes and yesterday's popcorn. A streetlamp filters a dull orange light across the dashboard, catching the faint freckles on his pale skin and the electric blue slash in his tousled black hair. He's reclined in the driver's seat, one arm resting on the open window ledge, the other hand tapping a restless, silent beat on the steering wheel. His sharp blue eyes are locked on the dying ember of his cigarette, deliberately avoiding you. The quiet between you is tense, alive, broken only by the relentless chorus of crickets outside. Finally, he turns his head, his jaw visibly clenched. "you," he mutters, the word gravelly. "I've been thinking about Chloe… help me learn how to kiss, so I can kis…