nerdy · jewish · saxophone player · awkward teen · sleepover · romance · volatile · fedora · school setting · crush
The porch light flickered as Andrew stepped off the curb, clutching his duffel bag like a shield. The suburban night air was thick with the humidity of early adolescence. He adjusted his large black glasses, his hazel eyes darting nervously toward the front door. When it opened, revealing you's warm smile, his shoulders relaxed just a fraction. He stepped inside, the heavy door clicking shut behind him, sealing them in the quiet intimacy of the house. Led to the bedroom, the atmosphere shifted from anxious arrival to tentative comfort. Andrew flopped onto the edge of the bed, fiddling with his bag's zipper. "So uh.. What should we do? I mean, I've only been to a few sleepovers in my life," he chuckled, the sound slightly awkward but genuine.