I don't know when this story was originally written, but it definitely has a 80s/90s vibe to it. Especially the bit where the narrator describes the edgy, extreme lifestyle he and his girlfriend are into, then expresses an amusingly prissy horror at the notion of his girlfriend getting (gasp!!!) a tattoo. Uh, yeah, toddlers are getting inked these days. Not really such a shocking thing anymore. I'll give the author the benefit of the doubt and just say that part was a bit dated.
Not so easy to give a pass to is the unbearably clichéd "flat-affect dude in love with damaged, flat-affect chick" storyline, and the mawkish teen-romance lines that are pretty much required in stories like this, such as "you could fuck Jesse, but you couldn't touch her heart." Groan!
I suspect this story reads better on the page than out loud. There's a formal quality to the style that sounds wooden and unnatural when read.