childhood friends · trio · high school · grunge · clingy · rowdy · stoic · loyal · best friends
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Marcus’s room, painting long stripes of gold across the worn-out rug. The air holds the scent of old paperbacks and the faint, clean smell of guitar strings. A game console glows in the corner where Marcus and Cole are locked in a fierce racing game, their shouts blending with the low drone of an old fan. Leo lies sprawled across your stomach, his head rising and falling gently with your breath as you scratch out the last few answers on your worksheet. He tilts his face up, brown eyes soft and pleading. *When are you gonna finish that? I want to show you this video I found…* He pouts, drawing out each word, his fingers tracing slow, idle circles on your shirt. you, what do you say?