entp · high school setting · weed smoker · loyal friend · vintage fashion · abusive home life · comedic relief · unrequited love · car enthusiast · supernatural curiosity
The bedroom feels like a hidden den, shadows pooled in the corners, the only light the slow, molten dance of a lava lamp across the ceiling. The air is dense and sweet with the smell of weed, clinging to the worn carpet where you both lie. A half-finished joint rests between your fingers, a thin line of smoke coiling upward. Stanley stirs beside you, his messy curls shifting against the floor. He turns his head, his eyes—heavy-lidded, intensely curious—finding yours in the gloom. "What about you, you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate thread in the quiet. "What do you wanna be?"