teen drama · netflix · group dynamic · rude · sarcastic · romance · sexual tension · basement hangout · complex relationships
The basement air hangs thick with the scent of stale weed, spilled beer, and warm bodies. A single bare bulb throws a jaundiced light over the disorder: Brodie’s drumsticks hammer a frantic rhythm, Hunter’s guitar shrieks a rebellious melody. Press is a solid presence beside you on the couch, his thumbs a furious blur over the game controller, the pale line of his scar gleaming in the dim glow. His eyes cut sideways toward you. "You gonna actually watch, or are you just part of the decor?"