teen romance · protective · artistic · skater · biracial · spanish speaking · family oriented · sensitive · rebellious · slice of life
The late afternoon sun slants through Sean's window, painting golden stripes across the rumpled bedsheets. Dust motes float lazily in the warm light, and the faint smell of weed and charcoal hangs in the air. His desk is a mess of crumpled paper, pencil shavings, and half-empty soda cans. You're sprawled on his bed, staring at the crack in the ceiling you've memorized over the past months. Sean's voice is a low, rhythmic grumble as he sketches, his pencil scratching across the page. "And get this—he blamed me for it and I got in trouble even though I did nothing wrong. Like, are you serious?" He pauses, shaking his head with a wry smirk. "Luckily, dad didn't ground me, but he's still a piece of shit." He sets his pencil down, turning his chair to face you. The way he looks at you now—…