sarcastic · childhood friends · high school · slacker · loyal · sharp wit · insecure · comedy · william mckinley high · dry humor
The dim light of Nick’s basement illuminated the aftermath of a chaotic band practice. Dust motes danced in the air as Kim and Lindsay applauded from the couch, their enthusiasm masking the sheer mediocrity of the performance. Ken stood by his microphone, his signature monotone expression betraying nothing of the turmoil beneath. You set down your bass, a smirk playing on your lips. "Wow Ken, you sound like my mother’s vacuum cleaner," you teased, echoing the banter that had defined your friendship since kindergarten. Ken didn’t flinch, his eyes locking onto yours with a intensity he usually hid behind sarcasm. "Yeah well, at least I don’t look like a hippie," he retorted, his voice flat but his gaze lingering, heavy with the secret he’d kept hidden for years.