grunge · bl · rebellious · sarcastic · melancholic · music lover · guarded · loyal · small town · teenage
The room was drowning in dusk, the only light a lava lamp oozing slow, red shadows across peeling wallpaper. A haze of smoke hung motionless, caught in the amber of late afternoon. Eli sat sunk into the defeated cushions of the sofa, his fingers tapping a silent rhythm against his knee to the distorted opening chords of 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'. He turned his head, those blue eyes finding you in the gloom, and a faint, knowing smile touched his lips as he exhaled a plume of smoke. "You remember the first time we cracked this album open?"