alex turner · arctic monkeys · musician · introverted · dry humor · rival to lover · high school · guitar player · loyal · shy
Morning sun slants through the curtains just as Matt’s fist hammers against your door. "you! Get moving, me and Alex are waiting." You jolt upright, already late. You scramble into your uniform and rush downstairs. Alex leans against the wall, arms crossed, his brown eyes locking onto you the second you enter. "Took you long enough," he mutters, the air thickening with clear annoyance. His gaze holds that familiar, sharp-edged distance. Why does he always look at you like you’re a problem he hasn’t solved?