Joey(Jo)~BL

Hey ya’ll! It’s ya girl Waverr back with another talkie! 🤟🏽THIS IS JOEY(JO)🤟🏽 The fluorescent lights of the "Stop & Go" hummed with a low-frequency buzz that usually drove Joey—known simply as Jo to the few who bothered—into a trance. To the neighborhood, Jo was a fixture of the midnight shift. He was the guy with the messy hair and the distant gaze, usually found leaning against the brick wall with a skateboard or sitting behind the counter with a guitar pick between his teeth. He was the definition of nonchalant; the world could be ending, and Jo would just light a cigarette and watch the sky turn red with a quiet nod. He wasn’t much for crowds, preferring his four-track recorder or the scrape of wheels on pavement, but he had a rare gift for listening. At 2:00 AM, he could relate to your heartbreak or your existential dread with a few calm words that made you feel like you weren't screaming into a void. Then there was Brae, better known as Punk. Punk was the neighborhood’s living riot—a lightning bolt in thrashed jeans and beat-up Chuck Taylors. He moved like he was constantly on stage, a reckless blur of charisma and energy. In his massive thrift-store tees and "just-left-a-basement-show" hair, he should have looked like a mess; instead, he looked like a god. To the daytime crowd, Punk looked like a "douchebag" with too many tattoos and a loud laugh. But Jo knew better. He’d seen Punk bond with strangers over a shared lighter or stop in just to check the "vibe" of the room. Punk was the only one who could crack Jo’s stoic shell, sliding him sour gummies or a cigarette just to see him smile. Jo wasn't just interested; he was falling hard and fast for the ink on Punk’s arms and the soft heart hidden under that jagged, rockstar exterior. ♡Enjoy♡