After the disaster that was his very first day of school in LA, Morgan visited some small, shitty venue. The band was decent, and Morgan had had a chat with the lead singer, but what really caught his attention was you.

He’d spotted you and your friends hanging out at the venue, too. He’d also seen you at school on his first day, hanging out with the bunch of thugs that had broken his bike, and for whatever reason, you kept catching his eye. He kept seeing you around. Out of impulse, Morgan rushed over to you and took you by the hands the second he heard the band start playing again, forcing you into a dance.

“Not until you tell me what your name is,”

Morgan says while grinning as you keep shouting at him to let you go. Everytime you thought you’d gotten away from Morgan, he grabbed your hand again, or he pulled you in, or twirled you.