betapile:

WIG what about more high school content where they’re in her room with the lights turned low and the whir of ac audible just above the cars going past out the open window next to the bed and the springs creak as dave shifts because rose straddled his lap but instead of making out as teened agers do she leaned forward and placed her head against the nape of his neck and they’re both not used to being close, physically, to another person like this but there’s something Different about the Two Of Them that makes it okay because the tingle u get low in ur stomach, of Contact, (u know the one) extends out thru their whole body when it’s Like This in a heady intoxicating sort of rush that Isolates the two of them from everything else like all the cars and the sounds and the darkness because they can’t see anything well outside a grayscale and blurs but dave can feel the cotton bedsheets rubbing against the bug bites on the backs of his legs and the girl in his lap who is all tucked up against him and every time he tries to say words he falls short and something swallows them