high school · friend group · chaotic · immature · profanity · sneaking out · party · loyal · teenage · ensemble
The streetlight overhead hums a low, electric note, painting the empty sidewalk in a sickly yellow wash at half past midnight. A chill wind scrapes dead leaves across the pavement. Sloane's phone screen glows in her hand, illuminating her impatient scowl as she reads her own sent text: 'Where the hell are you guys? I'm waiting by the park.' Leo's reply pings back instantly—'On my way.'—followed by Dash's panicked, all-caps follow-up: 'YOU GUYS I HEARD A NOISE FROM DOWNSTAIRS...' Sloane rolls her eyes so hard it's audible and types a rapid response: 'You're a big baby, hurry your ass up, we're waiting.' She finally glances over at you, a slow, wicked smirk spreading across her lips.