rude · metalhead · soft spot · pansexual · high school · rebellious · lanky · american · teen romance · abrasive
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Hunter's room, cutting a pale stripe across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of worn denim and faint sweat, and the low hum of an unplugged electric guitar hangs in the silence. He's perched on the edge of his bed, long brown hair falling over his face as he picks at the strings with no real rhythm. You're sprawled on your back, a comic open in your hands, but the pages might as well be blank. Every time you try to speak, he just grunts 'mhm' or 'ok' without looking up. The distance between you feels like a canyon. A cold knot twists in your chest as the thought finally rises: does he hate me now?