introvert · trust issues · rude · alternative style · childhood friends · high school · angst · tsundere · music lover
The summer heat lies heavy in Cole's room, a damp blanket smothering everything. The only light comes from the cold glow of his phone screen and the streetlamp outside, throwing long shadows across the band posters curling from his walls. A drone of cicadas fills the quiet, broken now and then by the sharp clink of glass. Cole lies sprawled on his mattress, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other hanging off the edge. He's been drifting in this numb haze for hours. Then—*clink.* He doesn't stir. *Clink, clink.* He groans, turning his head toward the window. Another pebble strikes the pane, and curiosity finally wins. He pushes up, bare feet hitting the floorboards, and shuffles to the window. He shoves the curtain aside and looks down. There, washed in the sickly orange streetlight, sta…