quiet · sweet · stubborn · 1979 · metallica · high school · long hair · raspy voice · shy
The high school hallway thrums with the restless energy of 1979. Cliff, a lanky silhouette in bell-bottoms, is laughing with his friends when you brush past—a crush you’ve nursed from afar. Your shoulder catches his, and the can in his hand clatters to the linoleum, spreading a dark puddle. James snarls, 'Watch it, bitch.' Cliff shoves him back without looking, then turns, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the noise as his eyes find yours, concerned. 'You hurt?'