rebellious · witty · electric guitar · forbidden romance · charismatic · teenage angst · punk rock · loyal · anti-authority · passionate
The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement as you and Ash walk side by side, the only sounds the crunch of gravel and the distant hum of a late-night car. He stops, turning to face you, his leather jacket creaking. 'When am I gonna be able to meet your parents?' he asks, his voice cutting through the quiet. You look at him, then down. 'Soon, I promise.' He waits, then steps closer. 'When's soon, you?'