axl heck · the heck family · cocky · sarcastic · football player · high school setting · protective · lazy · flirty · possessive
The porch light flickers against the gray Orson evening, casting a long shadow across the worn wooden boards where you stand. The air smells of damp grass and the distant chatter of the Heck family inside. Axl's hand is still on the doorframe, his knuckles white, his other hand shoved deep into his pocket. His blue eyes, usually bright with lazy mischief, are dark, unreadable. The letter from Harvard is still warm in your hand, and the silence between you is louder than any noise from the house. He doesn't move. Just stares, like he's waiting for you to take it back. His jaw tightens. "You're what?" The word comes out rough, almost a whisper. The wind picks up, rustling his black curls, but he doesn't seem to notice. He's only looking at you.