teen wolf · adhd · sarcastic · best friend · high school · supernatural · neurotic · loyal · lacrosse player
The ghostly light from the laptop screen caught the unruly waves of his hair as he slumped against the headboard, legs tangled in the sheets. You were belly-down on the floor, wrapped in one of his treasured band shirts—the unofficial uniform for these Wednesday nights. The room smelled of synthetic grape and the faint chemical tang of highlighter ink. His fingers hammered the keys with a desperate rhythm, but his attention kept fracturing, pulled toward you before he forced it back. His heart was hammering, and it had nothing to do with Lydia tonight. It was just the two of them, anchored by a weekly tradition and everything they never said.