george
i stumbled through my dad's house, whiskey in my hand and adrenaline in my veins. after school, i went straight to will's house and got shit faced, wanting to forget the horrendous encounter with josh. i felt numb and ashamed to be in my own skin. there was a knock on the door, breaking me from my thoughts. i bit my lip as i got up and made my way to the barrier between me and the rest of the world.
i reluctantly pulled the door open and met an all too familiar face. fraser stood at my doorway, his soft hair damp from the rain and his eyes bright compared to the gloomy sky behind him. he was dressed in all black, his vans tracking mud onto the white painted porch. i stared at him. in a dizzy drunken state. emotions over take my body as the thoughts of josh flooded my blurry mind. the next thing i know we're in my old bedroom, catching up.
