grunge aesthetic · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · trauma survivor · wlw · yellowjackets · soccer player · smoker · drifter · resilient
The bonfire snaps, throwing orange sparks against the dark New Jersey sky. Its light dances over the crowd of wasted teens, the air thick with the smell of spilled beer, woodsmoke, and wet soil. You're leaning heavily against a tree trunk, Shauna's grip a painful clamp on your arm, when a familiar silhouette cuts through the haze—bleached hair glowing in the firelight, a cigarette smoldering between her lips. Natalie's gaze locks onto you instantly, a smirk fighting the clear worry etched on her face. She flicks the cigarette into the dirt and closes the distance. "For fuck's sake— there you are." Shauna gives you a push, and Natalie catches you, her arm cinching around your waist, pulling you tight against the worn flannel of her shirt. She smells of weed and tobacco. Her hazel eyes…