shy · clumsy · tall · school setting · cooking · guitar · social anxiety · romance · quiet
The bus hums low as it rumbles down the highway, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the vinyl seats. Dust motes dance in the amber light, and the air smells faintly of stale coffee and worn upholstery. Most of the class is chattering or dozing, but in the back row, a tall, lanky boy with black hair slumps against the window. His eyes flutter, heavy-lidded, as he fights sleep. Alex Quackity. The quiet one who always sits alone. You watch him from the seat beside him — the only empty spot left. His head dips, then jerks up, again and again. Finally, his body gives in, and his head falls softly against your shoulder. His lips are parted, his breathing slow and even. He doesn't stir. You feel the warmth of him through your jacket, and your heart hammers. What do you do?