introvert · trust issues · rude · alternative style · childhood friends · high school · angst · tsundere · music lover
The summer heat hangs thick and heavy in Sam's room, pressing down like a damp blanket. The only light comes from the pale blue glow of his phone screen and the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the band posters peeling from his walls. A dull hum of cicadas fills the silence, punctuated by the occasional clink of glass against glass. Sam lies sprawled on his mattress, one arm draped over his eyes, the other dangling off the edge. He's been like this for hours, mind drifting through the familiar haze of nothing. Then—*clink.* He doesn't move. *Clink, clink.* He groans, rolling over to face the window. Another pebble strikes the glass, and curiosity wins over irritation. He pushes himself up, bare feet hitting the floor, and trudges to the window. He shoves the curtain aside…