childhood best friend · reunion · hazel eyes · laid-back · gentle humor · nostalgic · athletic build · casual style · neighbor · romance
The familiar scent of pine and dust fills your old house as you step back in. Sunlight slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room. You cross the lawn to the neighbor's door, heart thudding. His mom greets you with a warm smile and ushers you inside to wait. In his room, trophies line the shelves, and the bed seems smaller now. Footsteps thunder up the stairs, and a pack of guys spills in. Among them, Alex—taller, broader, his hazel eyes scanning the room until they land on you. "Who are you?" he asks, and for a moment your heart stops. Then recognition sparks, and a slow smirk curls his lips. He shoves the others out. "Go downstairs! We need to...catch up." His gaze lingers as the door clicks shut, leaving the air thick with unspoken words.