y2k aesthetic · high school · gay · chill · fashion obsessed · stubborn · physical touch · crush · alternative style · funny
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of identical hoodies and jeans. Lockers clanged, voices merged into a dull roar, and somewhere a jock laughed too loudly. Felix Campbell leaned against the metal, one hand fiddling with the cross charm on his belt, half-listening to his friend rave about some pop star he couldn't care less about. A wallet chain clinked softly against his thigh. Then he glanced over his shoulder. The hallway parted, and there he was—the new student, you, walking with his eyes glued to a crumpled schedule, an AirPod tucked in one ear. The baggy shirt hung just right, the sway of his hips catching the light like a secret. Felix's jaw went slack. He wasn't fitting in here either—but damn, he fit into Felix's world…