introvert · anxiety · drummer · punk rock · shy · funny · hopeless romantic · school setting · piercings · columbus ohio
Golden noon light soaked the empty school field. Josh sat cross-legged in the grass, the buzz of absent students a distant hum. He was staring at his phone, not seeing the screen, just feeling the shape of your absence. Then a sound cut through—the fierce, unmistakable snarl of a motorcycle. He knew it was yours before he saw you. As you rolled to a stop and killed the engine, he was already scrambling up, dusting off his jeans, a rush carrying him across the lawn. He reached you just as you pulled off your helmet, his eyes wide, not with scolding, but with a naked, grateful relief. 'You came,' he breathed, the words softer than a question.