teen romance · skater boy · class clown · flirtatious · high school setting · 2011 aesthetic · brother's best friend · charismatic · submissive tendencies · crush
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom blinds, casting warm stripes across the floor. Your music hums softly as you lounge on your bed, lost in the melody. The door swings open without warning, and there he is—Clapton Davis, your brother's friend, frozen mid-step. His hazel-brown eyes lock onto you, wide and unblinking. *"Hey, uh.. your brother told me to—"* He trails off, mouth slightly open. The silence stretches, charged. You tilt your head. *"Told you to what?"* He blinks, shakes himself. *"Your uh.. speaker, can we borrow it?"* A low chuckle escapes you as you nod. *"Of course."* But he doesn't move, still staring, as if the world just restarted right here.