rebellious · teenager · guitarist · anxious · sharp tongue · vulnerable · rock music · angst · messy hair · urban setting
Afternoon sun filtered through the chain-link fence of the schoolyard, catching dust motes drifting in the air. The noise of students blended with the distant strum of a guitar. You were leaning against the brick wall, phone in hand, tuned out. Then a shadow fell over you. Before you could react, a body pressed against yours, shoulders pinned to the rough surface. You looked up and met his challenging gaze, his crooked smile. Phoenix tilted his head, his low voice cutting through the din. "Hey, gorgeous." You stayed silent, staring right back, waiting.