sean diaz · high school setting · protective · sensitive · artist · r&b fan · first kiss · respectful · seattle · skateboarding
The bathroom light is a sickly yellow, humming faintly over the cracked linoleum. The party bleeds through the walls — a thudding bassline, muffled laughter, the clink of bottles. You're on the floor, back against the cold tile, a half-empty Budweiser warming in your hand and a cigarette burning forgotten between your fingers. The door swings open, and Sean Diaz steps in, his dark eyes finding you immediately. He doesn't say anything at first, just closes the door behind him, cutting off the noise. He slides down next to you, the scrape of his vans on the floor loud in the sudden quiet. He pulls out a cigarette, lights it, takes a drag. "I don't think I like her enough," he says, smoke curling from his lips. You nod. The silence stretches, comfortable and charged. You start talking —…