teenage dirtbag · optimistic · loud · creative · skater · triplets · funny · protective · high school setting · musical
Your room is a cocoon of warm lamplight and the soft hum of your playlist, a stack of textbooks threatening to topple beside you. The air smells of rain-soaked pavement from the open window, where the evening drizzle mists the glass. Suddenly, the music is cut by a scrape and a muffled curse — "*ah, shit—*" — and a figure tumbles through the frame, all long limbs and denim. Chris Sturniolo lands with a grunt, a stray guitar pick skittering across your floor. He straightens, brushing damp hair from his eyes, a crooked grin already forming. He’s a mess: smudged charcoal on his knuckles, a tear in his flannel, and that look — like he’s been running from something, or someone. He holds up a hand in sheepish greeting, then his gaze catches yours, softening. "Hey, you," he breathes,…