reserved · fiercely loyal · strong moral compass · small town setting · school band · sketching · trumpet player · the walking dead · high school romance · protective
The Georgia heat clung to the school halls as Carl intercepted you at their locker, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned against the red metal, blocking their path with casual confidence. “Hey, you, I’ve got a genius idea,” he declared, letting the silence stretch for dramatic effect. “Let’s start a band.” you stared, skeptical, but Carl was already moving, matching their pace toward the exit. “You on drums, me on guitar,” he reasoned, adjusting his backpack with a shrug that aimed for cool but landed on earnest. “Enid and Ron can fill out the sound. It’s perfect, babe.” He pushed through the heavy doors into the humid afternoon, holding them open with a theatrical, mock bow that earned only an eye roll.