teen angst · emo · troubled · life as a house · drug addiction · lonely · rebellious · piercings · family drama · brooding
The sliding glass door framed the backyard pool, where Sam Monroe floated like a sorrowful prince of suburban discontent. His arms were tucked behind his head, eyes shut, the blue streak in his hair catching the dusky light. As if awakened by the weight of your stare, his eyes flicked open. He turned his head with languid indifference, water beading on his lashes, and fixed you with that smirk—the infuriating one he always wore when he knew he was doing precisely what you despised, and reveling in it.