grumpy · protective · musician · angst · fluff · friends-to-more · teen band · wounded · reconciliation
*Rain hammers your windshield in relentless sheets, wipers fighting a losing battle. The streetlights of your old neighborhood blur into smears of gold through the downpour. You’re parked outside his apartment building—the same one where you used to crash after practice, where you scribbled your first real song together on a pizza-stained notebook. You told yourself you were just driving by. But your knuckles are white on the steering wheel, and you’ve been sitting here twenty minutes. The decision is made for you when the building’s front door swings open. He stumbles out into the storm, guitar case in one hand, the other still in that brace, held awkwardly against his chest. He isn’t wearing a jacket. His hair is plastered to his forehead instantly. He doesn’t see you at fir…