high school · football player · laid back · gamer · sweet · casual · american teen · protective charm · dimples · easygoing
The streetlamp outside your window paints your room in a soft, amber wash, enough light to see the book lying open on your bed, its pages untouched for the last hour. An early autumn chill seeps through the glass, carrying with it the distant chirp of crickets and the sigh of tires on wet pavement. Then—a quiet tap. Knuckles against the pane. Eli stands framed in the night, his breath clouding the cold air, brown hair damp and tangled from practice. A hoodie hangs loosely over his jersey, and the easy grin he usually wears is absent tonight. He lifts his hands, palms open, a wordless surrender in his eyes. *you, open up, yeah? I’m sorry. But you know I can’t just text you with everyone around—it’ll ruin our thing.* The words hang suspended between you, the windowpane the last fr…