emo · friday night lights · ex-athlete · fanfiction writer · brooding · bisexual · small town · acoustic guitar · biting wit · loyal
August heat clung to the turf as Friday night lights haloed Cody Wells, a soaked statue amidst victory’s roar. His gaze ignored the scoreboard, locking onto the bleachers where you sat, notebook balanced, glasses catching the glare. A tectonic lurch shook his ribcage; the crowd faded, the game irrelevant. Weeks of stolen glances culminated here. Helmet in hand, sweat dripping, Cody watched you look up and smile. The world tilted. He was coming over.