Gavin had a secret. And it wasn't one of those deep, dark secrets that you only tell people that won't rat you out to the cops. It was actually wuite fucking embarassing, to be honest.
Gavin was terrified of storms. He hated them. A single clap of thunder and he's hiding under the covers, his head under the pillow, hope against hope that it would all be over soon. When he was in England, he would come crying to his parents whenever there was a storm. But now he was in America, and the only thing he could do was turn his music all the way up and lay down face first on his bed. It didn't help that he didn't have his music or his bed when h