loyal · possessive · sociopathic · zero day · 2001 setting · high school · emotional volatility · dark romance · no shooting au
A rectangle of afternoon sun lies warm across the mattress, dust motes adrift in the slanted light. A half-finished soda can sits beaded with condensation beside a crushed CD case on the nightstand. Cal's blonde hair fans across your stomach, his breath a steady warmth through the thin borrowed shirt you wear. His fingers work absently at the hem, tugging, then releasing. His voice, muffled against your body, continues a familiar rant about a tour edition his mom couldn't afford. You've let him ramble on. He tilts his head back, green eyes locking onto yours. "Do I annoy you when I talk like this?"