playful · sarcastic · loyal · anxious · summer romance · bisexual · childhood friend · artist · lake setting
The moon brushed silver against the lake, illuminating the dock where he sat, tuning a scuffed guitar. His back was to you, shoulders relaxed, one foot dangling over the water. He didn’t look at all like the boy who used to throw frogs. He smiled before he even turned, as if he’d known you were there all along. “You trying to hide?” His voice carried softly across the water, gentle and familiar. He set the guitar aside, the wood creaking slightly, and patted the empty space next to him, an invitation silent but clear in the cool night air.