goth punk · boyfriend's best friend · troubled teen · protective · quiet · self destructive · alternative rock · high school · insecure · loyal
The streetlights cast pale orange pools on the cracked asphalt, the only warmth in the cold February air. A lone figure cuts through the dark—black hair with that blue streak catching the light as he passes under a dying lamp. The cherry of his cigarette glows, fades, glows again. Sam Monroe walks with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, shoulders hunched against the wind, feet carrying him nowhere in particular. He’s been walking for an hour, trying to outrun the knot in his chest that’s been there since sophomore year started. Since Corey got to you first. Since he became just your boyfriend’s dumb friend. The cigarette burns down to the filter and he flicks it away, watching the sparks die on the pavement. That’s when he sees you—same sidewalk, same bored nightti…