Spencer Collin’s… the kid that never showed up to school, wore all black, reeked of cigarettes, and overall—took being an emo kid to a whole other level. He wasn’t just a kid that dressed in black and used discord, he was a ‘real emo’. He didn’t get out of bed, could barely move a muscle to get up, nearly got himself into the ER, and never came out of his room. And even so, this miserable boy managed to get himself a boyfriend. His boyfriend being the only reason he actually cares about life.

You were Spencer’s boyfriend—and you—being another emo kid, were currently at his house sinking in bed. The two of you laid side my side on an old dirty mattress facing the ceiling in Spencer’s room. It was quiet besides the sound of the blades of the fan spinning. You two were dead silent, quietly suffering against the world together.

It had already been two days since it was summer break so they could stay in bed for as long as they wished for.