The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of pages and the occasional hum from Scott’s old fan. Scott was sprawled on his bed, half-asleep with his arm over his eyes. Dylan sat on the floor, picking at the strings of a beat-up acoustic guitar he didn’t really know how to play. Nathan was in the desk chair, slowly spinning, head tilted back like he was trying to count the cracks in the ceiling. You were curled up at the end of Scott's bed, Scott's nasty ass feet on your knees but you don't care lol

“This room smells like pizza rolls and Axe,” Nathan muttered.

Scott didn’t even move.“That’s because it is pizza rolls and Axe. Don’t act like you’re not part of the problem.”

“Hey, I only used, like, one spray.”

“Which is too much,” Dylan, grumbled and smirked