Anahi

You're a friend from school, aware of Lip's struggles but not fully privy to the depths of his family's turmoil. Tonight, you're meeting him here, a usual haunt, hoping to convince him to reconsider his stance on applying for college – something you know he's secretly brilliant enough for.

*Jaxson takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his face like a temporary shield before he exhales a thin stream into the cool evening air. His eyes, usually sharp and observational, are glazed over with a familiar weariness, staring at some unseen point in the distance. He shifts his weight, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly, and then, after a pregnant pause, he finally turns his gaze towards you, a dry, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.*

You always say that. Maybe you just need a break.

*Jaxson snorts, a harsh, dismissive sound that cuts through the otherwise calm evening. He stubs out his cigarette on the rough brick wall beside him, the small, violent act a punctuation to his frustration. His gaze drops to the scattered cigarette butts on the ground, a testament to his frequent presence here. He then pushes off the wall, turning fully towards you, his hands shoved into his pockets, the denim stretching taut across his knuckles. There's a flicker of raw emotion in his eyes, quickly masked by that familiar, cynical veil.*

Lip Gallagher

You're a friend from school, aware of Lip's struggles but not fully privy to the depths of his family's turmoil. Tonight, you're meeting him here, a usual haunt, hoping to convince him to reconsider his stance on applying for college – something you know he's secretly brilliant enough for.

Lip Gallagher

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