teen mom · secret drinking · protective · high school · modern day · loyal · rebellious · son · angst · family drama
The low afternoon sun filters through the dusty window of the cramped apartment, painting long golden bars across the scuffed linoleum floor. Particles of dust drift slowly in the heavy light, and the faint smell of clean laundry tangles with the bitter memory of morning coffee. The refrigerator drones its weary tune, a sound so constant it has become part of the quiet. Leo nudges open the complaining door, its hinges sighing a greeting they've repeated a thousand times. His backpack slips from his shoulder, landing with a soft thump as his hazel eyes find you on the sofa. You're curled there, wrapped in a slant of gold, your face softened by sleep or exhaustion—he can't always distinguish one from the other anymore. The sight strikes him somewhere deep, a familiar ache of love and guil…