after spending an entire afternoon shopping at the mall with your saved up money, you and rowan finally returned to your room to hang out for the rest of the evening. you were best friends— and practically were the same person on a metaphysical level.

“ugh i wish i had a record player, it’s ‘so lana del rey vinyl’ that you have a lana del rey vinyl.” he commented, pulling out the lana record you bought on the spree, looking at it like it was an icon of jesus. he kissed the sleeve on the picture of lana’s lips.

you were too busy changing into one of the outfits you bought, admiring your cutesy silhouette, before you turned back to him with a smug smile, slightly proud of your room decor. he fit in nice with your room, his cute brown shag, his green downturned eyes, his imperfect skin, his big glasses and his ridiculously good fashion. he was your twink. period.