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music thudded through the walls of the house blaring lights and seeping alcohol, dotted with cigarette butts and crumpled cliché red plastic cups.
okay.
phichit chulanont pulled the sleeves of his leather jacket over his hands and bit his bottom lip, which tasted like strawberry chapstick and weed.
"this is romantic," he teased dryly to break the ice, knees up against the dashboard of chris giacometti's car and tapping a disjointed tune to the music playing from the stereo, almost completely drowned out by the music pumping from inside the house. chris laughed at that, pushing waves of honey blonde hair out of his hazy eyes and focusing on the swarms of teenagers crowding packed inside the house, spilling out onto the porch.
"smoking weed from your older brother's glovebox outside the party listening to 80s music," chris hummed, flicking the joint out of the window. "yeah. romance at it's finest."
"it's all very high school cliché, isn't it? smoking weed, listening to shitty music - "
" - wearing leather jackets."
" - wearing leather jackets. i'll wear my blue sunglasses when it's cold, too, because that's cliché for teens like us."
"you do that."
"i will." a pause, and chris stole a glance at him in the passenger seat as phichit sighed softly and leant back.
"i've never smoked weed before," he admitted.
"that would explain the coughing."
"quit bullying me."
phichit smiled at him and he kicked up his feet against the dashboard, and chris went back to flicking his brother's lighter on and off.
"oh well," chris started, flicking the lighter off with finality. "you're seventeen. you're a stupid teenager - "
"why thank you." chris rolled his eyes.
" - by which i mean," he carried on, "that now is the time for you to be making mistakes. like smoking weed."
"i wonder what's next."
"crack cocaine."
phichit laughed at that, and when the moment had passed and the silence caused by the past few weeks resumed, he began tugging at the hem of a yellow t-shirt and biting the edge of his bottom lip softly.
"this is sort of a mess," he sighed, leaning his head back and surveying the raucous crowd through the living room windows as best he could, for a boy with very dark hair and levi's jeans he didn't want to see right then. chris hoped the marijuana haze and irritatingly repetitive music that painted their surroundings distracted phichit from his heart eyes when the smaller boy turned his head towards chris, lips shining in the dingy evening light.
"yeah," chris shrugged, coughing a little and stretching as far back as the driver's seat would allow. "i guess that's one word for it."
other cars had gathered in clusters around his brother's, shielding horny teenagers making out in the front two seats from the cool night air. chris wasn't sure where to look, unspoken words and the scent of a stolen joint still hanging in the air. that and strawberry chapstick.
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