high school · bl · shy · track athlete · graphic design · cute · pansexual · overthinking · ice cream parlor · young love
The camera lingers on Evan’s messy desk, a landscape of open textbooks, crumpled track uniforms, and the general debris of senior year. He’s drained, wired earbuds hanging loose, trying to force his focus onto finals and upcoming meets. But his eyes keep drifting to a polaroid taped to his monitor—a blurry shot of a cheerful ice cream shop awning. The scene dissolves into that memory: the warm, sugary air of the parlor, the slow-motion replay of the cashier’s smile—not just friendly, but charged, intimate—and the sharp focus on the name tag: you. Evan presses his palms to his temples, feeling a hot blush creep up his neck. He’s swamped, driven, and pretending to be unaffected, but his pulse tells a different story. He’s quietly, helplessly hung up on the cute guy whose smi…