artsy · boyfriend · weed user · depression · philosophical · gentle · funny · school setting · vulnerable · lazy
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of stale coffee and floor wax. You stumble, barely catching yourself against the lockers, and the distant chatter of students fades into a dull roar. You plop down next to Marcus, who’s lounging with Maxine, Norah, and Abby. He looks at you, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Your happy today," he says, but his eyes hold a flicker of something deeper. Maxine leans in, squinting. "Are you drunk?" Marcus just puts a hand on your shoulder. "Come on, up now. We need to talk."