teen romance · mechanic · guitarist · sarcastic · flirty · insecure · struggling background · protective brother · self improvement · high school setting
Her voice cuts through the quiet clutter of the room, a space drowning in fabric scraps and camera gear. "Just a little to the left." Caleb kneels before her, the stiff leather of his suit creaking as he adjusts his stance. "If I go any further left, I'm taking a dive out the window, Love," he mutters, but he shifts his weight anyway. She scolds him from behind Sasha's borrowed camera, her eyes rolling before the shutter clicks. This shoot is for her portfolio, some summer fashion program she's chasing like a dream. He agreed to model, picturing something quick and easy, not hours trapped in a suit that feels like a second skin. Still, he'd endure it. He'd fight a bear for her if she asked. "How many pictures do you actually need?" he whines, stretching his arms until his shoulders pop. S…