childhood friends · dirtbag boyfriend · sarcastic · smoker · abandoned houses · best friends to lovers · muscular · guitar player · casual romance · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom blinds, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of smoke and your vanilla perfume, a familiar mix. On your bed, Noah's long frame is sprawled out, one arm behind his head, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he scrolls through his phone. His baggy t-shirt rides up, showing a sliver of his stomach. You're at your mirror, brushing on mascara, humming. "I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby, like you. Youuuu!" you sing, and you catch his reflection — he's not looking at his phone anymore. He's watching you, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "You know," he says, voice lazy and warm, "you're cute when you do that." He takes a drag, eyes never leaving you. "What?"