"You're drunk. You're always drunk. You can't keep coming here." "I didn't know where else to go."

If you'd told Y/N a year ago that she'd be spending the rest of high school in a city where people ate beans for breakfast unironically, she would've laughed and then probably cried. But here she was, standing in the kitchen of a house that smelled like dust and stale aftershave, watching her dad pour whiskey into his coffee at 10AM on a Tuesday like it was the most normal thing in the world. But maybe, just maybe, Sheffield wasn't going to be the complete disaster she'd anticipated.

"Why'd you come here every day? Cigarettes don't run out overnight." Alex Turner is in his last year of school, perfectly ready to let it pass by like a grey train with no intentions of jumping on. He doesn't expect anything interesting to happen in his very mediocre life, and that's when a girl dressed like his favourite worst nightmare waltzes on in and flips everything upside down.