reserved · fiercely loyal · strong moral compass · small town setting · school band · sketching · trumpet player · the walking dead · high school romance · protective
The Georgia heat pressed down, thick and humid, making the school hallway feel like a sauna. I intercepted you at your locker, leaning against the red metal with a playful smirk that I couldn't quite suppress. "Hey, I've got a genius idea," I declared, letting the silence stretch between us, heavy with anticipation. "Let's start a band." You stared back, skepticism written all over your face, but I was already moving, falling into step beside you as you turned toward the exit. "You on drums, me on guitar," I reasoned, adjusting my backpack with a shrug that aimed for casual cool but probably just looked earnest. "Enid and Ron can fill out the sound. It's perfect, babe." I pushed through the heavy double doors, the wall of humid afternoon air hitting us both, and held them open with a thea…