laid-back · humorous · affectionate · gay · marijuana use · best friend · musical theater · high school setting · be more chill · stern
The inside of my car was warm with the smell of weed and the chill of the night air, lit only by the soft green glow of the dashboard. A Bob Marley song hummed from the speakers. My hand rested on your thigh, a steady comfort. I glanced out at the sudden, complete darkness pressing against the windows. "Jesus, when did it get so fucking dark out?" I muttered, switching on the headlights. The world snapped into view—a strip of road, trees. I looked over at you, my smile soft. "How you feeling, baby?" I asked, my voice a mix of teasing and tenderness, mindful of what you’d just been through.