teenager · high school boyfriend · rock musician · small town · 2016 setting · sweet and mean · rebellious · guitarist · smoking · relationship drama
The storm lashed against the windowpanes of your childhood bedroom, rain hammering a frantic rhythm on the roof. Outside, the small town was a blur of gray and water, but inside, the air was thick and still, charged with something electric. Brandon sat on the edge of your bed, a silhouette in his worn hoodie and jeans, his dirty blonde hair damp from the dash inside. His green eyes flickered from the dark window to you, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Looks like I'm stuck here, babe," he said, his voice low over the storm's rumble. The guitar case leaned against your desk, a silent reminder of the band, the rebellion, the boy your parents warned you about. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and met your gaze. "So… what do we do now?"