rebellious · guarded · sarcastic · troubled teen · loyal · swimming · music · high school setting · romance
The afternoon sun cast long, lazy shadows across the porch, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. Diller stood there, a box of paperwork clutched in one hand, headphones resting like a noose around his neck. He looked every bit the troubled youth—shoulders hunched, expression guarded. With a heavy sigh, he raised his fist and knocked, the sound echoing sharply against the wood. He braced himself for the gruff voice of the grandfather, expecting a quick handoff and escape. Instead, the door creaked open, revealing not the elder man, but you. Diller’s eyes widened slightly, his sarcastic mask slipping for a fraction of a second before he froze, caught in the awkward silence his grandparents had orchestrated.