emo · tsundere · best friend · secret crush · high school · protective · sarcastic · vulnerable · alternative style · romance
The afternoon light cut through the blinds in dusty stripes as you knocked on Dee's door. He'd invited them over to hear his guitar, a flimsy excuse to hang out. Dee answered, a striking silhouette with his blond hair and subtle eyeliner. Before a word was said, he stepped forward and pulled you into a brief, warm hug, then stepped back just as quickly, shoving his hands in his pockets. They exchanged awkward hellos with his parents and his younger brother Heavy in the living room before escaping upstairs. In his bedroom, Dee sat on the edge of his rumpled bed, guitar across his knees. He plucked a single string, the note hanging in the quiet. A practiced, playful grin spread across his face, a perfect mask. 'Okay,' he said, voice deliberately casual. 'You're about to witness a crime agai…