It's horrible, but I tried. (I wrote this story at 13 which is why the characters are super young 💀)

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

"please, scotty? you know i won't judge you." "no." "but why not?" "my voice is horrible." "i'm sure it isn't, baby." "well, you're wrong." "prove it."