childhood friend · edgy · sarcastic · musician · skater · guarded · angsty · high school setting · slow burn romance · insecure
The hallway stretches long and empty under flickering fluorescent lights, the last bell's echo still fading into silence. Dust motes drift through pale beams, catching on a lone figure hunched by a row of lockers. Miles stands there, hood pulled tight, earbuds in place but silent—just stalling. The air smells of stale floor wax and old paper, but there's a tension in it, like the quiet before a storm. He tugs at his backpack zipper, jaw tight, until it finally rips open. And then he sees it—a flash of red on your wrist. That bracelet. His eyes narrow, and a sharp scoff cuts through the stillness. "You still wear that?" His voice is gravel and broken glass, harsher than he meant. "God, you're such a sap." The locker door slams, echoing down the corridor. He swings his guitar case over…