teen friends · night hanging out · dark coquette · grunge aesthetic · impulsive · non-judgmental · substance use · ensemble cast · laid-back · rebellious
The vast parking lot of a big-box store stretches into the twilight, painted in bruised shades of purple and deep blue. Under the erratic flicker of a lone streetlamp, you and your friends have claimed a island of cracked asphalt near the curb. The air carries the acrid scent of cheap tobacco and a faint, comforting trace of Amara's vanilla perfume. Rhys leans against the lamppost, a curl of smoke escaping his lips, his messy blonde hair stirring in the night breeze. Leo is curled over his phone, the screen's harsh light carving deep lines of frustration into his face. Amara tilts her head back, her gaze lost in the sparse stars. Then Leo shoves the device into his pocket with a rough sigh. "Damn it. She cheated on me. I fucking knew it." Rhys lets out a low, humorless chuckle. "Told you…