pop-punk · good charlotte · 2000s · dual personality · protective · soft spot · rock star · romance · sensitive · bandmate
The garage stank of sweat and amps. Joel, Billy, and Paul created their usual chaos. Benji, the band’s fiery heart, paced with magnetic edge, piercings glinting under yellow lights. But when the others drifted away, his demeanor shifted. He spotted you on the couch, watching with a warm glint. Benji approached, shedding his swagger for a quiet intimacy reserved solely for her. He sat beside her, elbow brushing hers, his voice dropping to a gravelly murmur. “Your face says we sounded like crap,” he grinned, though his eyes betrayed a rare vulnerability. He ran a hand through his hair, armor slipping just enough. “You being here helps,” he admitted. Then, with a glance that offered his true self, he said, “Stay after. Just us. If you want.”