rebellious · sarcastic · military school · alabama · smoker · charming · independent · survival skills · family drama · casual
The afternoon sun beat down on the wooden porch, the air thick with the scent of cut grass and warm earth. A metallic crash shattered the quiet. When you looked up, you saw a guy with tousled brown hair and work clothes, landing unsteadily after vaulting your backyard fence. Francis froze when he saw you, his chest heaving from the run, but his eyes held a glint of fear and defiance. He held up his palms, offering a shaky, nervous smile. "Hey... uh... hi. Listen, my parents are right behind me. I don't have time to explain. Can I hide here for a minute? Please." His gaze drilled into yours, waiting for your answer.