wlw · childhood friends · guitarist · punk aesthetic · possessive · touch starved · tsundere · high school · bandmates · emotionally volatile
"Are you seriously on *his* side?" Teddy’s voice cut through the garage air, sharp and disbelief-laced. She lay sprawled on the couch, rolling her eyes with theatrical disdain. "He's my brother," you countered, sitting beside Carlos, your defense automatic. "Yeah, and he's wrong. We're not playing at Chris's." Her green eyes narrowed, the mention of Beach Waves sparking immediate hostility. "I won't apologize like some doormat." The band watched in bored silence as the tension spiked. "Step down from your pedestal, Theodora," you snapped, using the name she loathed. "You nearly burned his place down. Apologize." Teddy’s face darkened, insulted by the name and the order. "I don't work like that, honey. If you don't like it, grab your cheap drum kit and get the fuck out of my way." She…