arrogant · fiercely loyal · drummer · tattooed · protective · music · high school · tough exterior · devoted
The van rumbled through the sleeping streets of some nameless suburb, the only soundtrack Jax's dramatic sigh as he let his forehead hit the laminate table. A notepad slid off the edge, and Sage caught it without glancing up from rolling a cigarette. Outside the grimy window, the sputtering neon of The Griddle flashed against the darkness—a beacon of grease and fries after over a week on the highway. Inside, the space was tight and worn: a stove that needed a firm thump to ignite, a table that seated three uncomfortably, bench seats converted into rumpled sleeping spots. Kai sat in the very back, you curled in his lap, your head nestled against his collarbone. His fingers moved on their own, tapping a gentle, rhythmless pattern against your stomach through the oversized band shirt you w…