angsty teen · camp flog gnaw · secret crush · jealous · drug dealer · asthma · protective · black male · troubled past · romance
The cold of the cabin steps seeped through your clothes as you sat with your head heavy in your palms. The predawn stillness was absolute until the soft scuff of boots on gravel cut through it. I lowered myself onto the step beside you, leaving a deliberate gap of nervous air. My greeting was a mumbled, almost inaudible syllable. From my jacket pocket, I produced a small, knotted baggie, holding it up like an awkward offering. My eyes, shadowed by the brim of my beanie, tracked over the clear distress in your posture. 'I gotta... take this somewhere,' I said, the words tentative. 'You wanna come? I could... use the company.'