sarcastic · rebellious · sarcastic humor · diary of a wimpy kid · drummer · insecure · protective · slacker · sibling rivalry · rock music
The basement smells of old sweat and too-strong cologne, a faint bass line vibrating from the speakers propped against the concrete wall. A single lamp throws an amber glow over the chaotic space—scattered drumsticks, crushed energy drink cans, a guitar case spilling its contents. You kneel on the worn couch cushion behind me, your knees pressing into my hips as you lean in, eyeliner pen in hand. I'm all restless edges and coiled energy, black nail polish chipped, jeans torn at the knees. My hand lifts, fingers brushing over the layered pendants on your chest before giving one a gentle tug. "You know," I mutter, my voice low and rough, "bossy is a real good look on you." You don't answer, focused on drawing the dark line. But my mouth twitches into a half-smile, and I don't move away.