aged-up (they're about 19-20)
WARNING: drug mention
it was another saturday night where max found herself sitting on the fire escape of her apartment building. it wasn't as if she had anything better to do. after all, she was pretty much alone in chicago.
she guided the black sharpie marker along her white adidas, making another long swirl. it was supposed to be a rose but she got lost in the process. max groaned and considered throwing her ruined shoes down the flight of stairs. suddenly, she heard a bang from the apartment window next door which caused the redhead to jump.
"shit." a voice said. max turned around.
a boy about her age with shaggy hair fell out into the fire escape, colliding against the metal railing.
max bit her lip, trying not to laugh at the boy's dismay but ultimately failed. he met her eyes and knit his eyebrows. "what's so funny?"
max shrugged her shoulders and turned away. "i dunno, you almost died."
the brunet scoffed and sat a few inches away from her. "masochist much?"
"maybe." she said.
the boy didn't reply. "is this seat taken?" he asked.
"i mean you're already sitting, so.."
"good point." the mystery boy leaned back against the brick wall, sighing loudly. max rolled her eyes. why the hell is he so close, she thought. max tried to ignore the figure next to her and kept her eyes forward. it was a dark, calm night and all the lights were off in each apartment. she sighed trying to calm herself. from the corner of her eye max could see him reach into his pocket. he pulled out a rolled paper and a lighter. max's eyes widened, you've got to be kidding.
"dude." she said.
he looked at her, confused. "what?"
"you're smoking."
"health conscious aren't we? where you from, california?" he asked laughing.
max cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably.
"i'll take that as a yes." he muttered, putting the joint between his lips. he brought the dark blue lighter up, flicking the flame on. he took a long drag before blowing it out his soft pink lips in a small o shape. the boy eyed max up and down and settled his eyes on her white adidas that were covered in long black marks.
"what the fuck happened to your shoes?" he asked.
max shrugged. "it's called art."
"they look like shit." he put it simply, taking another drag. max inhaled the bitter scent of the dope and scrunched her nose.
"i could fix them for you." he suggested.
the girl raised an eyebrow.
"i'm an art major, i'm pretty talented."
and obnoxious, she thought.
he reached out for her hand and took the black marker. she felt goosebumps run up her arm. "give me your foot." he said. max thought for a moment, not entirely sure about offering her body part to a random stoner on the stairs. although max wasn't the type to trust people, especially ones that she just met, he didn't seem that dangerous. she raised her leg over his lap and he smiled at her. he had a really nice smile she'd give him that.
he held out his joint for max to hold which she hesitated but took it anyway.
"so hollywood, what brings you to chicago?" he asked, taking the cap off the marker and began drawing.
