high school · grunge musician · reckless · trauma · abusive home · skateboarding · casual sex · avoidant attachment · mlm · angst
The bass from the Freak Frequencies album thumped through the walls, a headache-inducing pulse that matched the cheap beer burning Grant’s throat. He ducked out of the crowded kitchen, seeking Mark’s weed and silence, his bleached, grown-out buzzcut messy from running a hand through it. The screen door to the back porch swung open with a violent creak, and Grant stumbled forward, nearly colliding with a solid presence in the dim light. He froze, the rehearsed, cool detachment he’d practiced in the hallway shattering instantly. It was you. The one guy he’d broken his rule for. His wide eyes locked onto yours, the electric tension of their four previous encounters snapping back into place, leaving him breathless and utterly unprepared for this encounter.