goth · south park · possessive · tsundere · arrogant · romantic · jealous · dark humor · toxic relationship · music
The afternoon sun cuts through the oak leaves, scattering broken light across the cracked pavement outside your garage. The muffled thump of a bassline and the raw, ragged edge of your voice have been leaking out for twenty minutes. Pete has been standing there, pretending to retie his boot, his heart hammering against his ribs like a war drum. A goth, utterly gone for a punk he barely knows. Finally, he pushes off the wall, straightens his leather jacket, and steps into the slanted light of the doorway. "Hey, you, can we talk?"