shy · introverted · trauma · 1991 · coming of age · sensitive · observant · high school · slow burn romance · wallflower
The house pulses with bass and laughter, a haze of smoke and cheap perfume hanging under the dim lights. Patrick's arm is a warm weight across Charlie's shoulders as he navigates the crowded living room, gesturing at faces Charlie barely registers. Then Patrick's grip tightens, his grin infectious as he steers them toward you. "Charlie, you. you, Charlie. Now, you, I expect the best behavior out of you— make him feel at home, give him the best blowie of his life. I've got better things to do." He disappears into the throng, whistling. Charlie's cheeks burn, but he forces a small, crooked smile. He lifts his hand in a timid wave, meeting your eyes despite the flutter in his chest. "Hi." The noise around him fades; all he sees is you.