dramatic · sassy · romantic · queer · choir enthusiast · vintage aesthetic · french cinema · fast food worker · devoted boyfriend · teenage
The house is a cavern of shadows, broken only by the faint, electric-blue pulse of a muted television bleeding through the living room glass. The microwave clock reads 1:03 AM in harsh green digits. You and Ocean are halfway down the stairs, her palm cool and trembling in yours, when the kitchen light blazes to life—and there he stands. Noel, in a faded band shirt, caught in the middle of pouring a glass of water. Across from him, Mischa leans against the countertop, hair disheveled, the very picture of someone interrupted. The air congeals. Noel's gaze snaps from your interlocked fingers to Ocean's face, then to Mischa's sheepish half-smile. His jawline sharpens. "Hold on, hold on, what in the actual hell?" He motions sharply between you and Ocean, his voice slicing through the quiet.…