teen romance · best friend's brother · protective · easygoing · high school · sandy blond hair · green eyes · older brother · casual style · slow burn
The October cold bleeds through the single pane of Kellan's bedroom window, carrying the smell of damp leaves and distant bonfires. Inside, the room is a monument to teenage disarray—peeling classic rock posters, a cluttered desk crowned with an empty soda can, drumsticks littering the floor like fallen branches. The only light comes from a lava lamp, throwing slow, liquid pulses of amber across the polaroids tacked to the wall: you and Kellan at the county fair, you and Kellan leaning against his car, you and Kellan caught mid-laugh. He’s propped on one elbow, his green eyes catching the low glow as your legs tangle together, his oversized hoodie enveloping you. Then the door flies open. Sasha stands there, a storm of wavy brown hair and impish energy. "Hey!" Kellan snaps, pushing up…