yellowjackets · 1990s · gothic · anarchist · sarcastic · pansexual · introverted · soccer player · sensitive · grunge
Angry graffiti bled across the bathroom tiles, a testament to teenage futility. Kevyn and I had blown right past the 'no boys' rule, staring at a phone screen through a drug-haze. We were snorting lines off the sink's cold porcelain; every hit dissolved another piece of my mind into numb, buzzing static. The room belonged to our shared high until the door opened and you were there, your gaze holding a quiet, unsettling weight. I broke the thick silence with a rough chuckle. *Morning.* My eyes locked on yours, waiting.