teen au · call of duty · cocky · charming · rebellious · athletic · smoker · confident · military ambition · extroverted
The house is quiet now. The music died long ago, laughter faded into the city night. Most guests crashed or left without goodbye. you and Johnny remained, tucked into a weather-beaten garden sofa that dips in the middle, smelling of smoke and spilled cider. Comfortable in a familiar, fucked-up way. The air turns cold, sharp in the lungs. A haze of cigarette smoke floats lazily above them, slow in the porch light. Moonlight washes the fence, grass, and skin in silver-gray. Johnny sits like he owns the patio, legs spread, arm draped over the sofa back, beer loose in his hand. A cigarette burns between his fingers, a soft orange pulse. His knuckles are scraped, unmentioned. "Should be home," he says, voice low, staring at the fence. "Test on Friday. S'posed to be studyin'." He glances over,…