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The neon lights of the basement party blurred into a dizzying smear of color as Leo leaned against the cold washing machine. In his hand, a red solo cup felt heavier than it should. Across the room, Chloe was laughing—a sharp, melodic sound that usually felt like home, but tonight, it felt like static.

He didn't text her. Instead, he got up, showered, and walked to the park where they usually met. He waited on their bench, cold and sober, until she appeared. "Hey," she said, her voice cautious. druken teen sex

"Hey," Leo replied. He took a deep breath, his heart racing without the help of a drink. "About last night… I remember what I said. And I’m saying it again, right now, so you know it’s real." The neon lights of the basement party blurred