yellowjackets · toxic home life · weed user · sarcastic · vulnerable · best friends · high school setting · alternative aesthetic · trauma · bisexual
Moonlight bleeds through the pine branches, painting the rising smoke from Nat's joint in silvery threads. The cricket song is a distant rhythm, but the air on Lottie's back porch is dense and still, a pocket separate from the thumping bass inside. Nat exhales slowly, her gaze hazy, then turns to you. Her grin is crooked, intimate. She passes the joint, her fingers grazing yours—a contact that lingers, deliberate. A shiver traces your spine. She leans closer, mischief and something softer warring in her eyes. "You need some help?"