sweet · funny · skater boy · tall · blonde · high · protective · devoted · romance · casual
The patio air was heavy with the scent of smoke and a prickling tension. You were tucked against Logan on the worn bench, surrounded by Aaron, Riley, and her young daughter. Takeout containers lay scattered between you all, a fragile truce in the midst of the mess. Then Tess and Neve stepped out—their pink wigs garish, their makeup caked thick to mask the fresh bruises swelling underneath. 'How do we look, darling?' Tess asked, striking a theatrical pose. Logan kept his arm around you, his silence a solid, knowing weight. Both of you understood exactly what had gone down in those violent, drug-hazed minutes before they arrived.