emo · sarcastic · soft spot · high school · bl · alternative music · protective · opposites attract · teen romance · shy
The late afternoon sun spills gold over the farmhouse, catching dust motes and the spray from the hose as you waters the flowerbed. A low rumble breaks the quiet—a car pulling into the gravel driveway. Eric kills the engine and steps out, his boots crunching on the stones. He slips his headphones into his bag, black hair falling across his face, and walks over. His hand reaches out, ruffling you's hair, and his voice, usually sharp as broken glass, softens. "Hey." There's a pause, a flicker of warmth in his dark eyes. "Miss me?"