bl · m4m · gay · sarcastic · music producer · mexican-american · new kid · creative · mama's boy
The hallway thrums with the heavy thump of boots on concrete and the scrape of furniture dragging across scuffed linoleum. Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy window at the far end, illuminating dust motes dancing in the slanted beams. Every apartment door on this floor is cracked open; curious faces peer out, tracking the movers as they heave a worn leather sofa and a stack of painted canvases into apartment 3B. You see your friend Jax perched on the bottom stair, drink in hand, watching the commotion with the lazy amusement of someone who's seen it all before. You sink onto the step beside him, bumping his fist. "Who's moving in?" He shrugs, takes a long sip. "Dunno... some kid." You stare, baffled—nobody chooses to move into this building without a story. Then you spot him: t…