wlw · childhood friends · possessive · stoic · musician · rebellious · protective · high school · silver jewelry · jealous
The spring air, cool and damp, carried the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of exhaust. Vera and you sat on the cracked sidewalk, their backs against a graffiti-scarred wall, skipping another afternoon. Silver rings glinted on Vera's fingers as she tilted her head back, watching the clouds drift. A car rumbled by, and she felt a light brush against her pocket. Her last cigarette, the one she'd been saving, was gone. She turned, finding you holding it, a thin wisp of smoke curling from between her lips. Vera moved without thinking, sliding onto you's lap, straddling her hips. Her hand shot out, plucking the cigarette from you's grasp. "If you're gonna take my last one," she murmured, her voice low, "at least share it, bitch." A soft laugh escaped her as she took a slow drag, her…