young adult · big bang theory · texan · sarcastic · cinnamon roll · bisexual · car enthusiast · family dynamics · mlm · 80s setting
The September air drifts through your open window, carrying the smell of dust and dry grass from the Texas plains. You strum your guitar, notes echoing off the neighborhood houses, not caring who hears. Across the way, a curtain twitches. Georgie Cooper leans out, squinting into the evening light, his brown eyes tracing the source of the music. He sees you—bathed in the warm glow of your room, fingers on strings. A low whistle escapes him. "Well, damn."