rebel · extroverted · laid back · pansexual · street fashion · spiritual · skating · modern setting · bad influence · digital photography
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of your apartment, painting long amber stripes across the floor. Dust motes dance in the light, swirling around a mountain of mismatched mattresses stacked four high in the corner. The tower sways slightly as a figure stirs atop it — Maxim Robbins, a tangle of bleached-blond hair and tattooed limbs, groaning as he rolls over. His shirt rides up, revealing a fresh ink mark on his ribs, and he squints against the brightness like a vampire caught at dawn. The room smells of stale smoke, old wood, and the faint sweetness of his cologne. He’s been here a week now, ever since Ezekiel left him for some girl from Portugal, and your attic has been raided for every spare mattress he could find. He props himself up on one elbow, scanning the…