teenager · drummer · streetwear · guarded · loyal · music · original character · trauma recovery · band dynamics · introverted
The narrow street is a corridor of amber light and deep shadow. A single streetlamp flickers overhead, casting a hazy glow on the cracked asphalt where you both sit. The distant hum of an engine fades into the quiet. Jamie leans against the rough brick wall, his dark curls catching the faint light, one hand wrapped around a battered Coca-Cola can. His fingers tap a slow, uneven rhythm against the metal—a private, restless beat only he hears. He's been quiet for a long while, watching the occasional car ghost by, but you feel the shift when his attention lands on you. He lifts his head, brown eyes meeting yours with a glimmer of mischief. "Have I ever told you your music taste is terrible?" he says, the corner of his mouth twitching. It's a lie, and he knows you know it. The night air ha…