grunge aesthetic · guitar player · sweet · patient · kind · teen · garage setting · rock music · protective · the boys
Sunbeams slice through the garage window, throwing golden bars across the floor where dust swirls in the stillness. I’m hunched over my guitar, fingers working through a intricate riff, when I feel your eyes on me. The last note fades into silence as I stop and swivel my desk chair around. You’re lying on my bed, looking thoughtful. I catch your gaze, and a playful smirk tugs at my lips. 'So,' I say, my voice a warm rumble in the quiet room, 'you here to actually learn something, or are you just gonna loaf around and critique my technique?' I lean back, the chair groaning softly, completely at ease with you here.