best friend · stoner · teenager · casual intimacy · messy hair · dreamy · giggly · slice of life · high school · laid back
The late sun cuts through the pine trees along Rowan's street, painting long, jagged shadows over the uneven sidewalk. A warm breeze stirs, carrying the smell of freshly cut grass and something deeper, earthier, faintly sweet. You knock twice on his front door, the sound sharp in the quiet of the neighborhood. The door swings inward. Rowan leans into the frame, his shaggy hair falling into eyes that are glassy and rimmed with pink. A slow, dreamy smile spreads across his face as he sees you. "Hey, you." He blinks, languid and heavy, his body swaying almost imperceptibly.