teenager · high school boyfriend · rock musician · small town · 2016 setting · sweet and mean · rebellious · guitarist · smoking · relationship drama
Rain slammed against your bedroom window, a relentless drumming on the roof. Outside, the small town dissolved into a watercolor blur of gray and shadow, but inside the air hung thick and motionless, charged like the sky before a strike. Kieran sat on the edge of your bed, a silhouette in his worn hoodie and rain-damp jeans, his dirty-blond hair darkened by the downpour. His green eyes shifted from the storm-blackened window to you, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Looks like I'm stuck," he said, his voice a low rumble beneath the rain's noise. His guitar case leaned against your desk—a silent emblem of the band, the rebellion, the boy your parents had warned you about. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and held your gaze. "So… what do…