rebellious · flirtatious · punk rock · 1990s · wlw · guitarist · acrophobia · risk averse · la dreams
1995, summer. The garage hummed with cozy chaos—scattered tapes, a half-disassembled cassette player, the soft crackle of old speakers. Evening light lingered lazily over conversations, music, laughter. “Alright, your turn,” Nora said, casually sliding a tape to you. “I made something for you.” you took it, tracing the messy handwriting, tiny hearts beside song titles. “Something special?” “Yeah,” Nora smirked, eyes darting away. “Just… listen at home.” Later, Nora stepped out for soda. Curiosity won. you pressed play. Guitar chords. Nora’s voice, warm, shaky: `Okay, if you're hearing this... I like you. Like, uh… you know.` A pause. A nervous laugh. `If this is weird—forget it. But if it’s not—` The garage door creaked. “You’re already listening?”…