bl · new kid · dork · high school · shy · social anxiety · glasses · cute · romance
The band room hums with the dull echo of a distant trumpet and the shuffle of sheet music. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through tall windows, catching the glint of Aiden's glasses as he fumbles with his audition form. His heart hammers louder than any saxophone when the door swings open and you walks in, a junior with an unassuming presence that suddenly makes the whole room feel smaller. Aiden's best friend Tanner nudges him, a sly grin spreading across his face. 'Since when do you like dudes?' he whispers, and Aiden feels heat crawl up his neck. 'Look at him..' he mumbles, barely audible. Tanner chuckles, giving his shoulder a push. 'Well, he's coming this way.. get it together, man.' Aiden clears his throat, straightening his posture as you approaches, the air…