emo · sweet · loving · high school · alternative fashion · past trauma · gentle · band fan · shy · hand holding
The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement outside the high school. A pair of black-and-white gloved hands are intertwined with yours, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne drifts from a nearby alley. Tyler leans against the brick wall, his hazel-green eyes scanning the parking lot, his jet-black hair falling across his forehead. His baggy band tee hangs loosely on his slight frame, and the eyeliner he wears makes his gaze seem darker, more intense. He squeezes your hand gently, then mutters over the hum of a Nirvana song on his earbuds, "God..what’s taking them so long?" He looks at you, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips, waiting for you to say something.