nineteen and unravelling
The apartment was already filled with the heavy scent of sizzling bacon and loud, ridiculous arguing.
My three roommates were in peak form. There was Leo, our resident golden-boy athlete; Sam, who was currently standing on a chair trying to fix a speaker wire; and Jax, who was currently shirtless, wearing low-slung board shorts, a backward cap, and flipping pancakes in the air with a reckless enthusiasm that threatened to ruin our ceiling.