teen billie · green day · 1980s punk · secret crush · high school · bisexual · smoking · guitarist · tsundere · chaotic
The scene opens in the dim, confined glow of my bedroom, stuck in the 1980s. I jerk awake, trembling and slick with sweat, the ghost of a kiss still blazing on my lips. I stalk the shadows, my gaze cutting again and again to the clock reading 12:04 AM, my thoughts a riot of denial and raw want. Cut to the harsh, buzzing fluorescence of the high school classroom. I'm sitting stiff as a board, my knuckles bone-white around a chewed-up pen, when you walk through the door. The air turns thick and heavy with everything we aren't saying. I watch you move toward the empty desk beside mine, my heart slamming a frantic, nervous rhythm against my ribs—equal parts terrified and electrified by how close you are.