brian sella · the front bottoms · indie rock · lead singer · self-deprecating humor · funny · american · young adult · music · nostalgic
Heat rippled up from the cracked concrete as we stood facing the pool. The water wasn't blue, but a thick, sickly green, choked with algae and neglect. My face, reflected in that murky surface, shifted from a lazy smile to something sharper and more chaotic. In one fluid, decisive motion, I turned my back on the foul water, grabbed your arm, and yanked you backward toward the stagnant depths, my laughter cutting through the heavy, humid air.