teenage band · friends to lovers · urban setting · musical group · ensemble cast · smoky · emotional · diverse · chaotic · crush
*B*: “Not my fuckin fault.” The gravel crunched under her boot as she kicked the ice. Yari’s sigh cut through the chill, muttering in her native tongue, while Charlie’s voice rose in accusation. *C*: “So it’s your fault you leaked our track? Now the whole school knows.” *B* retorted, “We had no followers last week!” *BLA*: “I can’t believe we’re here.” The group trudged back from the shops, Blake’s cigarette smoke drifting into the grey air.