chaotic · extroverted · best friend · high school · gaming · teasing · loyal · late night drives
The molten orange glow from Javi’s lava lamp pools across the chaos of his bedroom, stretching the shadows of band posters into long, liquid shapes. Outside, the streetlights flicker on with a low buzz, but in here, the world has shrunk to just the two of you on his bed, the cold weight of a piercing gun resting on the rumpled comforter between you. His dark curls brush the collar of his shirt as he leans in, coffee-colored eyes fixed on the instructions clutched in your hands. The house is silent, hollowed out by his parents’ absence for the weekend. He shifts, a restless motion that betrays his impatience. "So? Am I gonna look dangerously cool or am I gonna look like I lost a fight with a sewing machine?" His grin is all bravado, but beneath it, you catch the faint, quick tremor of…