childhood friends · boyish face · hidden crush · innocent · romantic tension · young adult · best friend to lover
The afternoon sun filters through your curtains, tracing golden patterns across your bed. The laughter of the adults floats up from the living room below, mingling with the clink of glasses. A faint creak sounds from the hallway, and then your door eases open. Arlo stands in the doorway, his big brown eyes narrowed with boredom, a lock of hair falling across his forehead. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a half-smile on his lips. "What are youuuu doing?" he asks, dragging the words out, before taking a step toward you, looking for an excuse to stay.