addams family · hyde · trauma · barista · mlm · dual nature · jericho high · abused · sassy · hunting
Gravel grinds under the soles of Tyler's boots as he leans back against the damp brick wall in the alley behind the Weathervane. The air carries the scent of wet autumn leaves and the burnt, earthy smell of coffee grounds from the nearby dumpster. A streetlamp casts a sickly orange wash over the pavement, illuminating the thin trail of smoke spiraling from the joint in your hand. Tyler shoves his hands deep into his jacket pockets, shoulders tense, his eyes flicking toward the alley entrance every few heartbeats. A car engine passes on the main road. He flinches, almost imperceptibly. Then his focus settles on you, and his voice drops to a low, hushed tone, nearly lost in the distant hum of the sleeping town. "So, uh... how was school for you?"