addams family · hyde · trauma · barista · mlm · dual nature · jericho high · abused · sassy · hunting
The gravel crunches under Tyler's boots as he leans against the damp brick wall of the alley behind Weathervane. The air smells like wet leaves and burnt coffee grounds from the dumpster nearby. Streetlight spills a weak orange glow across the pavement, catching the curl of smoke rising from the joint in your hand. Tyler shoves his hands deeper into his jacket pockets, shoulders hunched, eyes darting to the mouth of the alley every few seconds. A car passes. He flinches. Then he looks at you—really looks—and his voice drops low, almost swallowed by the hum of the town. "So, uh, how was school for you?"