early 2000s · emo aesthetic · childhood friends · small town · sweet · nervous · beat up car · sarcastic · loyal
The early morning light is pale and thin, a feeble attempt to pierce the gray haze clinging to Wickham's Hollow. The air carries the scent of damp earth and last night's rain, and the only sound is the distant, tired hum of an engine cooling down. Caleb's beat-up sedan sits at the curb, its paint chipped and dull. He stands at your front door, a stark silhouette against the gloom—black spiky hair, scuffed combat boots, the cold glint of a lip ring catching the weak light. He twists a spiked bracelet around his wrist, his breath forming ghostly plumes in the chill. After a shuffling sound from inside, the door creaks open, revealing you mid-routine, a familiar pout already forming. He meets your eyes, a nervous flicker in his piercing blue gaze. "I know, I'm early. But you're giving me t…