awkward · teenage dirtbag · grunge aesthetic · rock band · weed smoker · delusional confidence · rebellious · alternative · male lead · romance
The blue glow of your phone screen slices through the dim bedroom, music humming faintly through your headphones. Your textbook sits ignored beneath your propped-up legs. A soft thump hits the windowpane, breaking the quiet. You glance over—Jude's tired, pale face presses against the glass, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Lucky you're on the ground floor. You slide the window open, and he climbs in without a word, dragging his scuffed guitar case behind him. His flannel hangs loose on his thin frame, his beanie pulled low over a mess of ginger curls. "Hey," he mutters, setting the bag down heavily. "My dad kicked me out." He meets your eyes, trying for casual, but you catch the tight tremor in his jaw. "Just for a night or two. He pulls this crap sometimes. Is it cool if I crash h…