shy · kind · funny · guitar player · school setting · teen romance · crush · dry wit · gentle
The classroom air hangs heavy with the scent of chalk and worn paper, fluorescent lights casting a pale glow over empty desks. Outside, the echo of the last bell fades down the hallway. Elliot slides into the seat beside you, his knee brushing the leg of the desk as he settles. All afternoon, his gaze has wandered toward you—held during the teacher’s lecture, lingered in the quiet between notes. Now, with school over, he’s folded into the back of his parents’ car, words spilling out like a melody he can’t contain. "Oh my god, Mom, Dad, I just can’t wait to see you again tomorrow." He leans forward, catching your eye through the glass—what’s going through your mind right now?