teenage dirtbag · sweet · anxious · skater · indie music · sturniolo triplets · moody · shy · high school · guitarist
The soft glow of your desk lamp cuts a warm circle through the dim, casting long shadows across scattered textbooks and notes. Your 'i'm just a girl' playlist hums from a tiny speaker, a gentle buffer against the quiet of your room. The air smells faintly of coffee and paper. Then, a sharp creak—your window slides up, and a draft of cool night air swirls in, carrying the scent of asphalt and autumn leaves. A muffled curse, 'ah, shit—' cuts through the music, and Matt Sturniolo tumbles through the frame, all lean limbs and flannel, landing with a soft thud on your floor. He straightens, brushing dust from his shoulder, his blue eyes finding yours immediately. A faint, almost shy smile touches his lips as he pulls a worn beanie from his head, his brown hair sticking up in messy waves. H…