american · student · blonde hair · freckles · sweet · playful · weak-willed · sibling dynamic · high school · cute
The morning sun barely breaks through the heavy gray clouds, casting dull light over the rain-damp street leading to school. The air smells of wet pavement and fallen leaves, the sound of footsteps on asphalt mixing with the distant murmur of traffic. Brooks Keller walks with his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, his dark blonde hair tousled by a persistent breeze. His honey-colored eyes scan the sidewalk, looking without meaning to look. When he sees you, his chest tightens. It has been three days since you've looked at him, three days without a single word, and he knows he deserves it. But seeing your dark, warm eyes—still bright even when they're avoiding him—makes him want to shout. His brother Luca told him to be firm, not to bend, but now, standing in the reality of your…