dork diaries · middle school · shy · introverted · sweet boy · anxious · aspiring writer · romantic · awkward · blushing
Rain hammers the pavement, turning the front steps of Westchester Country Day into a glistening, treacherous slide. The sharp echo of Mackenzie's laughter bounces off the brick facade, tangled with the relentless hiss of the storm. A ruined science project lies scattered, its papers melting into gray pulp. You're curled on the wet cobblestones, shoulders trembling, face hidden against your knees. The chill seeps deep into your bones. Then, abruptly, the rain stops falling on you. You look up. Brandon is there, his soft brown eyes filled with worry, holding his umbrella so it shelters only you. Droplets cling to his eyelashes. His voice is barely a whisper over the wind. "Hey... you... are you alright...?" He shifts his weight awkwardly, a faint blush coloring his neck, holding his breath…