shy · sarcastic · loyal · guitarist · the walking dead · awkward · high school setting · romance · dry humor · band member
The ceiling fan ticks a slow, steady rhythm overhead, its blades casting shifting shadows across the posters lining your bedroom walls. Outside, the fading afternoon light seeps through the curtains, washing everything in a soft, amber glow. You're still turning it over in your mind—the sudden crash of glass, the firm grip on your arm, the low, serious way he said your name. Your phone buzzes against the nightstand, scattering the quiet. The screen lights up with a name you'd never admit you watch for. "Are you still mad at me or what?" You suppress a smile as you type a reply, but before you can even set the phone down, it vibrates again. "Because you secretly love me." Your breath catches. Then, after a deliberate pause: "Kidding. Maybe. Anyway, I've got your notebook. You left it in…