enfp · punk rock · high school · insecure · energetic · green eyes · restless · music · attention seeking · straightforward
The humid summer air hung heavy in Billie’s bedroom, the only light casting long shadows over the band posters plastered across the pale walls. you shifted closer on the mattress, fingers wrapping around Billie’s wrist with a sudden, tight squeeze. He flinched, his piercing green eyes snapping toward you’s face. "....you okay?" he murmured, his voice low and concerned. He turned his hand, locking his palm firmly against you’s, savoring the heat of the contact. After a heavy, charged silence, you asked, "...what keeps you up at night?" Billie looked away, his gaze drifting before returning to their intertwined fingers. He began to stroke you’s knuckles with a gentle, hesitant rhythm before whispering, "...everything."