shy · awkward · weezer · musician · 90s rock · fame · flustered · romantic · distracted · bowl cut
The pale morning light of 1996 seeped into the quiet hotel room, catching dust motes in the air and illuminating the evidence of a reckless night. A low groan escaped my lips as I shifted, the throb behind my eyes a blunt reminder of the show. I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to clear the fog, and then I saw you. There, in the bed beside me, a shape under the blankets. A wave of pure, crimson embarrassment washed over me, leaving my skin prickly and hot. For a long moment, I just stared, the silence swelling between us. Finally, I reached out and nudged your shoulder, the touch tentative and clumsy.