❝ i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby ❞
- 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛...
a boy who is the
equivalent to a teenage dirtbag and
has nightmares falls in love with
the boy who always looks like
he's in pain .
playlist inside.
- 🩸
lower case intended .
jasper hal...
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TEENAGE DIRTBAG
chapter 2
[ new friend ]
PLAYLIST:
1. LOOK WHO'S INSIDE AGAIN - BO BURNHAM
2. COME AS YOU ARE - NIRVANA
3. WITHOUT ME - EMINEM
in the jaylin household, you never needed an alarm clock to wake you up. "okay people, time to wake up!" the voice of joyce jaylin rang through the air along with pots and pans clattering against each other.
ethan winced at the loud sound, letting out a sigh he threw his head back onto his pillow. his eyes felt heavy and he already knew if he were to look in the mirror he would have dark eye bags. one thing about ethan, he never really slept.
the idea of sleep was very appealing to ethan, but he hardly ever got any. he has had nightmares ever since he was a kid, it was the same one every night. you would've thought over the years he would get less scared but that wasn't the case.
despite having died a long time ago, his 'father' still managed to find a way to haunt him.
ethans door busted open as the lovely voice of his mother filled his ears. "rise and shine, e." she yelled with a smile as she lowered the pots and pans away from each other. "go away, i'm in a very deep sleep and i am unable of going to school today."
"but it's your big day! starting a new school!" joyce ripped his blanket off to reveal his black joggers and bare chest. "you're acting as if i've never been to school before." he groaned, closing his eyes as if they were closed already which they weren't.
"if you aren't down in fifteen minutes i'm taking away your CDs." she threatened with a sweet smile before exiting the room. ethan opened his eyes once again before rubbing them weakly. he pulled himself out of bed and pulled out an outfit from one of the boxes which had yet to be unpacked.
he didn't even glance at his chosen clothes, not having enough energy to care about what he was going to wear. he was quick to do his usual routine: have a quick shower, attempt to dry his hair before giving up, brush his teeth and finally put on his outfit.
his outfit which he had chosen out was surprisingly okay. he picked out a dark green and navy blue sweatshirt which was paired with his dark grey baggy jeans and his worn-out white nike air forces. he didn't do anything with his hair and let it stay in its fluffy, curly mess.
