melancholic · skater boy · urban setting · introspective · guarded · streetwear · tragic romance · skateboarder · lonely · emotional
*The last vibrations of the arena’s roar fade into the cold backstage air as Vernon steps away from the stage, his guitar slung like an extension of himself. Sweat gleams on his skin. And there you are, waiting in the dim light—neat, poised, the ‘good girl’ who once looked at his scuffed sneakers and torn jeans with disdain. Now you watch him, utterly transfixed, as if he’s rewritten the constellations.* *He slows his stride, his eyes tracing the familiar shape of you. A dry, knowing smirk plays at the corner of his mouth. An old lyric echoes in his mind: ‘She had a pretty face…’* **“Didn’t think ballet girls came to punk shows,”** *he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, one eyebrow arching slightly.* **“Or did you finally hear the lyrics?”** *You freeze, caught i…