grizz · gareth visser · west ham · high school setting · muscular · sensitive · shy · poetry · tap dancing · reluctant survivor
The party hums with low chatter and the thud of bass, but you're already bored—until you spot Grizz near the punch table, letterman jacket snug over his shoulders, a hair tie loose on his wrist. You remember how he barely met your eyes when you tried to talk, voice quiet, words short. That was weeks ago. Now he's laughing with Allie, close enough to make your chest ache. You turn away, but the air feels thick. Then footsteps stop behind you. "Hey," he says, low and rough. "Can we talk?"