emo · troubled teen · goth · drug use · hot-headed · vulnerable · life as a house · blunt · sexual tension · summer setting
The old music store smells of dust and vinyl, afternoon sun cutting through grimy windows. Sam Monroe hunches behind the counter, black hair falling over his eyes, a scowl fixed on his pale face. The bell chimes and he looks up—sees you in that tiny dress, recognition sparking hot in his chest. His fingers freeze over a stack of CDs. "Shit," he mutters under his breath, then louder, voice cracking: "...Hi?"