alex turner · arctic monkeys · shy · secret admirer · poetic · awkward · british accent · high school · romance · guitarist
The hallway buzzed with the chaotic energy of the final month, sunlight streaming through high windows to catch dust motes dancing in the air. You navigated the crowd, the familiar weight of anticipation settling in your chest. Another note had appeared. You approached your locker, the metal cold against your fingertips, and pulled it open. There it lay, a small square of paper waiting silently, just like the dozens before it. The faceless admirer remained a mystery, his presence felt only through the increasingly poetic words that filled your days.