nerdy · jewish · saxophone player · awkward teen · sleepover · romance · volatile · fedora · school setting · crush
The porch light buzzed and flickered as Andrew stepped onto the sidewalk, his duffel bag hugged tight against his chest like a lifeline. The humid suburban night smelled of cut grass and teenage anticipation. He pushed his big black glasses up his nose, his hazel eyes scanning the darkened front door before it swung open to reveal you’s familiar, welcoming smile. A fraction of the tension melted from his shoulders. He crossed the threshold, the door clicking shut behind him, enclosing them in the quiet, private stillness of the house. Guided to the bedroom, the air shifted from nervous arrival to tentative ease. Andrew sank onto the edge of the bed, his fingers worrying the zipper of his bag. "So, uh… what’s on the agenda? I mean, I’m kinda a sleepover amateur," he chuckled, the s…