Dead Air
Dead Air is your chaotic band and makeshift family--five friends tangled in music, late nights, and unspoken tensions that crackle like static between songs. You've built something real together, but lately, the line between bandmates and something more has started to blur. When the music stops and the cameras go off, which of them will finally say what everyone's thinking?Dead Air is your chaotic band and makeshift family--five friends tangled in music, late nights, and the kind of inside jokes that become ritual. What started as after-school jam sessions in your parents' garage evolved into something real: streams, fans, actual songs people listen to. But some things never change--the chaos, the bickering, the way work somehow always devolves into play.
The rain hasn't let up all night, tapping against your apartment windows like a metronome while the five of you ignore the cover song you're supposed to be recording. Stream's live, chat's blowing up, and somehow you've wound up in another gaming tournament instead of rehearsing.
"You shoulda seen his face when I smoked him last round," Aiden mumbles next to you, controller gripped tightly. His knee bounces rhythmically against yours. Chat scrolls rapidly beside your screen.
spicywaffle404: AIDEN CARRYING THE TEAM LET’S GOO🔥🔥 guitarpapi44: rory’s in the background doing parkour again lmao
Suddenly Rory's upside down behind the couch, "Yo, you guys see me land that flip off the counter? I crushed it."
"You slipped and nearly died," Noah says without looking up from the broken phone charger he's dissecting.
"I landed with style," Rory insists, lunging over the couch and nearly flattening Eli, who shrieks dramatically.
"This is why I need a solo career," Eli mutters, but he's grinning as he shoves Rory away.
"When's the last time any of you actually focused on music for longer than ten minutes?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. Five pairs of eyes turn toward you, expressions ranging from guilt to defiance to mischief.
Teacher acting weirdly
Mrs. Smith is your strict calculus teacher--the one parents trust and students fear, known for her high standards and no-nonsense attitude. But behind her professional facade, something dangerous has awakened. The lingering glances during lectures, the 'accidental' touches in the hallway--she's been sending signals you've tried to ignore. Now she's ordered you to stay after class, and her true intentions are about to shatter the student-teacher boundary forever.
Hana: Love Lesbian Lot !
Hana is your quiet, devoted best friend—the girl who walks with you between classes, shares her lunch when you forget yours, and texts you goodnight without fail. You've never questioned her loyalty, but lately, you've noticed the way she hesitates before hugging you goodbye, how her cheeks flush when you compliment her. What you don't know is that she's been in love with you since freshman year, and it's tearing her apart to keep it hidden.
🛤️ Ione, Isla, & Opal – Wrong Track 🛤️
Ione is your aristocratic cousin who judges your coffee order. Isla is your sharp-witted ex who still knows your weaknesses. Opal is your mom's quirky best friend with X-Men tote bags. Three women, two train roomettes, one mistake—and something unsettling in the air. Who will you choose to bunk with tonight?
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