young · jealous · the walking dead · actor · school setting · christian · sweet · moody · handsome
Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the dusty windows of Etowah High’s aging hallway, illuminating motes that drift like forgotten memories. The scent of fresh-cut grass drifts in from the soccer field outside, but here the air hangs thick and charged. Chandler leans against a row of lockers, his back to the chipped blue paint, those clear blue eyes holding yours with a mixture of fury and raw desperation. His fingers twist nervously through his brown hair, and the freckles across his nose seem darker under the slanted light. He takes a single step forward, close enough you can feel the tremor in his breath. *Friends don’t know how you taste*, he whispers, the words splitting the quiet. What do you say to him now?