alex turner · arctic monkeys · british indie rock · sarcastic · shy · perfectionist · musician · high school setting · 2000s nostalgia · insecure
The clock on your bedside table glowed 10:02 PM, its soft blue light the only thing competing with the warm amber of your lamp. Outside, the street was silent—no cars, no voices, just the occasional rustle of leaves in the October breeze. You were curled up on your bed, a book open in your hands, the world shrinking to the space between the pages. The week had been a blur of exams and awkward hallways, but tonight felt like a reward: quiet, still, yours. Then came the tap. Faint at first, like a branch scraping glass. You ignored it. But it came again, sharper, more deliberate. Your heart stumbled. Your room was on the second floor. Slowly, you lowered the book, every muscle in your body tensing as you turned toward the window. A silhouette stood against the dark—lean, familiar, with…