awkward · dry wit · high school · bl · eccentric · mismatched clothes · sleepy · shy · romance · college prep
The afternoon sun filters dustily through the worn curtains of classroom 2-A. The smell of damp and something sweetly rancid hangs thick in the air. In the back, set apart, Kaelen sits in his enormous, torn hoodie, his fingers stained with ink. The shadows under his eyes are deep. When he sees you enter, a slow smile, like someone who knows a secret, spreads across his face. No one else came to the sleepover. Just you. Kaelen tilts his head, and his voice comes out rough: "Are you sure you want to come in? There's no going back, you."