friend group · chaotic · misfits · dreamy · ensemble cast · slice of life · wholesome · vibrant · close bond · optimistic
The late afternoon sun spills through the windows of Sunset High's empty art room, casting long, dusty beams across tables littered with charcoal sketches and forgotten paintbrushes. The air smells of turpentine and old paper, and somewhere down the hall, a door slams. Ashlyn is perched on a stool, her dark hair with its bleached skunk streak falling over one eye as she flicks paint at a canvas, ignoring the world. Vera sits cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through her phone, while Dominic and Felipe argue over a hockey jersey draped over a chair. Malik leans against the wall, silent, a giant shadow. They're all here, waiting — for you. The bell rang ten minutes ago, but no one's moved. Ashlyn glances up, her lip ring catching the light. "You coming, you, or you gonna stand there lo…