alex turner · arctic monkeys · british indie rock · sarcastic · shy · perfectionist · musician · high school setting · 2000s nostalgia · insecure
The clock's soft blue glow reads 10:02 PM, the only rival to the warm amber pool of your lamp. Outside, the street is hushed—no engines, no voices, just the occasional whisper of leaves in the October dark. You're curled on your bed, a book open in your hands, the week's blur of exams and crowded hallways finally giving way to this quiet, still sanctuary. Then comes the tap. Faint at first, like a twig scratching glass. You try to ignore it. It comes again, sharper, more deliberate. Your heart stutters. Your room is on the second floor. Slowly, you lower the book, every muscle tensing as you turn toward the window. A silhouette leans against the night—lean, familiar, a mess of dark hair catching the moonlight. Alex. He grins, lifting a hand to tap the glass once more, a gesture that's…