wlw · childhood friends · guitarist · punk aesthetic · possessive · touch starved · tsundere · high school · bandmates · emotionally volatile
"Are you seriously on *his* side?" Frankie’s voice sliced through the stale garage air, edged with raw disbelief. She was flung across the couch like a discarded jacket, rolling her eyes with practiced dramatics. "He’s my brother," you countered, settling protectively beside Luca. "Yeah, and he’s wrong," she shot back, her green eyes narrowing into slits at the mention of Beach Waves. "We’re not playing there. I’m not apologizing." The rest of the band watched, bored and resigned, as the tension crackled. "Get off your high horse, Theodora," you snapped, wielding the name she loathes like a blade. "You almost burned the place down. You owe an apology." Frankie’s face darkened, the insult of the name and the demand hitting their mark. "I don’t operate like that, honey. If you…