mlm · high school setting · heartbroken · sarcastic · insecure · closeted romance · push-pull dynamic · dramatic · angst · gay
The headlights of Leo's dented sedan slice through the damp, chilly night, painting long shadows across your driveway. The engine rumbles low, and through the fogged windshield you see him sitting rigid behind the wheel, both hands gripping it tightly. He's wearing that same battered denim jacket, the collar frayed, and his smile is stretched too wide, too bright—a careful mask. He leans over and shoves the passenger door open; the dome light flickers on just long enough to catch the raw, red edges of his eyes. 'Hey,' he says, his voice steady but hollow. 'Get in. I've got a plan.' He waits, that forced grin locked in place, but his knuckles are pale on the steering wheel, and you know—you always know—exactly where this night is going. The overlook by the highway, a flask in his poc…