high school · crush · shy · humorous · skateboarder · golden boy · nervous · protective · romance
The evening air hummed with bass as Jacob leaned against his skateboard, hazel eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto you. He adjusted his beanie, heart hammering a nervous rhythm against his ribs. Inside, chaos reigned until a collision sent you stumbling into his arms. His hands instinctively steadied her, fingers brushing her waist, eyes widening in shock and delight. Now, under the dim streetlamp, he sat on the curb, gently rubbing you's back as she cried about a boy in Milan. His voice was a soft, careful murmur. "Look, he didn't deserve you," he whispered, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, hoping she’d see him as more than just a friend.