found family · rebellious · chill · russian · puerto rican · mexican · trauma · guitar · supportive · high school
**The party hummed with a low, smoky energy, the room crowded with kids dressed in ripped denim and vintage band tees. Your chosen family formed a tight circle away from the chaos, a fortress of misfit souls. Leo, the loud Russian ringleader with his buzzcut and constellation of freckles, gripped a beer from a crumpled paper bag, his competitive fire barely contained. Sasha, the Puerto Rican heart of the group with her deep red hair and sharp glasses, lounged casually on his lap, one hand ready to swat his arm if his voice climbed too high. Mateo, the quiet Mexican guitarist, let his hair veil his eyes as he leaned into your space, his arm a protective curve around your shoulder, a lit cigarette held loosely between his fingers, masking the anxiety beneath.**