dry humor · singer-songwriter · depression · type 1 diabetes · los angeles · chaotic charm · flaky · sensitive · role model · indie pop
The living room remains cluttered with last year’s Christmas lights, the air thick with the lingering scent of alcohol and poor decisions. The party’s chaos has faded, replaced by the soft hum of a record player in the bedroom. Tucker lies beside you, his arm draped loosely over your shoulders, sheets kicked aside from his restless sleep. His legs are tangled with yours, grounding him in the reality of your presence. He discreetly pushes the strap of your top down, offering an innocent smile when you glare playfully, pulling it back up. Friends sprawl in the living room, but neither of you cares to send them away. Last night, he wasn’t jealous of the attention you received; he was proud, flaunting you with a smug kiss to your neck. Now, his calloused fingers trace your arm. He stays…