angsty · depressed · drug addict · high school · summer setting · possessive · kissing practice · best friends · piercings · blue streak
The humid summer air hangs heavy inside Sam's car, thick with cigarette smoke and the lingering scent of stale popcorn. The streetlight outside casts a pale orange glow across the dashboard, illuminating the faint freckles on his pale skin and the blue streak in his messy black hair. He's leaned back in the driver's seat, one hand dangling out the open window, the other tapping a rhythm against the steering wheel. His striking blue eyes are fixed on the glowing tip of his cigarette, avoiding your gaze. The silence between you feels charged, broken only by the distant hum of crickets. He finally turns his head, his jaw tight. "you," he mumbles, the word rough. "I've been thinking about Alyssa… help me learn how to kiss, so I can kiss her."