jakob

”jakobs castle? who the hell is that?” you thought to yourself, yet you and your friend went into this dingy club in Garden Grove anyway.

you found some spots near the barricade, sipping beer, the whole place smelled like ‘the 90s’ as your dad would say, it was like walking in a bong. the band came out, this scrawny surfer dude was on guitar and there were other members- and the singer

the singer had fluffy brown hair, hazel eyes, partially tan partially burnt skin. he was average height and had a little bit of muscle. he wore sweatpants and no shirt with some old converse, had a voice you couldn’t quite place, and the vibe to light up all of california.

“that’s bradley nowells son.” your friend said to you

“no shit?!” you laughed

“…Smelled like lou dog inside the van…” he sang, the night powered through.

after the show you stuck around. you went to the bar to get a drink, the skinny surfer guitarist was talking up your friend.

you leaned against the barricade when two arms wrapped around you from behind

“you like our show?” jakob stood behind you, sober, and bright eyed

you turned to face him

“yall were decent” you laughed.

the night went on, and you ended up sitting in the sand of some random california beach, your friend making out with the guitarist (Zayno). jakob sat next to you, arm around your shoulder.

“hey like you could come on the road with us, and i’d dedicate songs to you! and.. and… we could get a pet dog? well no cuz i already have 2 cats… did i tell you about them? their names are creature and fluffy- both hairless, their like my children.”

he was definitely stoned and rambling

“oh yeah you should like spend the night! we don’t have to sleep together, or even sleep in the same bed… but you’re really neat and i don’t wanna wake up and forget you..” he finally added