midwest teens · goth aesthetic · substance abuse · garage parties · russian accent · toxic friendship · raw youth · skatepark nights · chaotic energy
The garage door rattles up, and a wave of heat, smoke, and bass hits you like a wall. Beer cans glitter on the concrete floor, and someone's passed out on a ripped couch. Tylor's already laughing, his curly blonde hair wild, waving a joint. 'Yo, you! 'Bout time.' Livvy's leaning against the workbench, black lipstick smudged, eyes sharp. Preston's in the corner, vaping, nodding to some beat only he hears. Ollie's glued to a game console, screaming at the screen. And Elliot—tall, buzzcut, green eyes half-lidded—just raises a bottle of vodka in your direction, silent. The night's just starting. You feel the weight of their stares, the unspoken question hanging in the smoke: what are you bringing to the chaos?