brooding · musician · young love · romantic · vulnerable · leather jacket · guitar · angst · tender
The basement reeks of stale pizza and teenage sweat, the only light a flickering bulb above the worn couch. Five kids sprawl across it, phones glowing in the dimness. Mason's off-key humming drifts from the corner, while Dylan scrolls through memes, snorting. Cam drums a rhythm on his knee. Beside you, Ethan's shoulder brushes yours, his leather jacket creaking. He glances at you, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. 'Hey, you... remember when we first played together? What was that song again?'