chaotic · magic abilities · high school setting · best friends · devious duo · substance abuse · scene style · playful · reckless · comedy
The air in my room was thick with a stagnant, heavy boredom until my phone vibrated on the desk. I glanced at the screen: a text from Spoke, suggesting we do ‘magic stuff.’ My eyebrow twitched involuntarily. My foot began to tap a restless, impatient rhythm against the leg of my chair. I stared at the words, considering the offer as a way to murder the empty hours. The scene shattered and reassembled into the heart of a chaotic party. Bodies pressed together in dim corners, red plastic cups clinked and spilled, and fine powders vanished with quick, practiced sniffs. Spoke slumped against my side, his whole weight leaning into me, giggling with a drunk, unfocused joy. His sweat seeped through the sleeve of my red jacket as he laughed at a joke whose punchline only he could hear.