high school · bl · oblivious · guitarist · straight · best friends · wealthy · insecure · talkative · streetwear
The late autumn wind cuts through the school courtyard, carrying the scent of damp leaves and distant exhaust. A pale sun struggles to warm the concrete benches where you and Finn huddle together, shoulders almost touching. His breath fogs in the air as he laughs at something you said, fingers drumming an absent rhythm on his thigh—probably the new riff he’s been working on. You’re mid-sentence, rubbing your arms against the chill, when you see his gaze flicker past you. It snags on something—someone. Heather. She’s standing a few yards away, hugging herself against the cold, her hair blowing softly. Finn’s smile widens, and without a word he’s already pulling off his hoodie, the fabric sliding over his head and mussing his already tousled hair. "Hey, Heather! You look freez…