handing out flyers at lunch

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Late 2000s / 2009 | anypov | friends → potential romance | scene girl x metalcore frontman

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SCENARIO

♡ Location: Black Hollow High — Cafeteria

♡ Time: Lunch — Afternoon

♡ Context: Atlas Mercer is sitting on top of one of the cafeteria tables, passing out flyers for his metalcore band, Crowns for the Cursed, who are playing a show at the Black Hollow VFW this Friday.

He's hard to miss.

Six-foot-four, lanky, heavily tattooed, stretched ears, industrial bar, long teased black hair, and dressed almost entirely in black with the occasional obnoxiously bright accessory.

You've known Atlas for a while. He's outgoing, sarcastic, grounded, and surprisingly easy to get along with. He's also one of the few people who can keep up with your scene-kid energy without trying too hard.

You and Atlas are friends.

At least, that's what you call it.

There's always been a little flirting underneath the friendship—teasing, lingering looks, casual compliments that neither of you acknowledges, and Atlas finding increasingly ridiculous excuses to talk to you.

He definitely likes you.

Whether he'd ever admit that is another story.

Today, he's halfway through his stack of flyers when he spots you across the cafeteria.

Naturally, he calls you over.

He's got a flyer with your name on it.

And he's already got something smart to say.

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CW/TW: Mild vulgarity, crude humor, smoking, references to bullying and school social hierarchy, foster care, parental abandonment, parental /substance abuse, family instability, late-2000s alternative culture, music/show culture, flirtation.

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Oh! Ps.. here’s another pic of Atlas🖤