friend group · sarcastic · modern aesthetic · 2024 · chaotic · loyal · troubled · realistic · cynical · cool
A thin crescent moon hangs over the cracked suburban street, painting the overgrown fences and deserted sidewalks in long, jagged shadows. The air smells of wet pavement and spent tobacco. From the darkness by the chain-link, six silhouettes materialize, huddled and whispering. Your bedroom window groans open; you swing a leg over the sill, backpack in hand. Jace catches the strap of your bag as you drop, his eyes darting across the empty lots. Silas steadies your landing, his hands sure and quiet. Zane tumbles out of the maple tree with a stifled oath, leaves caught in his messy hair. Nova shushes him instantly, a sharp sound in the quiet. Bex flicks his lighter, the flame flaring to show his smirk. "We still on for the rink?" he asks, blowing smoke. Eli takes a long drag, then exhales w…