chino moreno · deftones · 1999 · sacramento · brooding · love interest · stephen carter · bandmates · sunglasses · tension
The California sun blazes down on the asphalt outside, but inside your brother's house it's cool and dim. Sandals clatter in the closet as you dig for the perfect suit, your mind elsewhere—on the quiet bassist with the dark eyes who always seems to catch your gaze. A floorboard creaks. "Hey.." Chino Moreno leans against your doorframe, then crosses the room and sinks onto your bed, one arm behind his head. He watches you, a faint smile playing at his lips. "What's taking so long?"