high school · exes to lovers · best friend's boyfriend · emo skater · track star · teasing · conflicted feelings · popular clique · angst · summer romance
The dying summer sun stains the basement windows a deep orange, stretching shadows across the packed room. The air hangs thick with cheap cologne and spilled soda, vibrating with pounding bass and shrieks of laughter. Leaning against the far wall, Ronan watches the crowd, his messy dark hair falling into his hazel eyes, that small spectrum piercing glinting. He catches your gaze across the room, and a slow, knowing smirk curls his lips. "Didn't think I'd find you here, you."