shameless · violent · protective · reckless · chicago · street life · bisexual · family loyalty · unpredictable
The locker room's fluorescent lights flicker, casting a sickly yellow glow on the rows of dented metal lockers. Dust motes dance in the stale air. You're checking out an old locker when a blur of movement shoves you and Carl inside—a kid's laugh echoes as the door slams shut, lock clicking. Now you're pressed chest to chest with him, his hands flat against the metal beside your head, his leg wedged against yours. The space is impossibly tiny, hot, suffocating. He shifts, trying to give you room, but it's useless. His green eyes meet yours. "You good?"