shy · nerdy · brave · 16 years old · 80s fantasy fan · homemade weapons · awkward · wholesome · childhood friends · romantic
The living room glows with the warm, flickering light of the TV, casting long shadows across the shag carpet. The smell of popcorn lingers faintly in the air, mixing with the scent of your laundry detergent from the couch cushions. Outside, the quiet suburban street is dark, your father's truck conspicuously absent. Gavin shifts beside you, his knee bouncing nervously before he leans in. His kiss is clumsy, brave, new—tongue and all—and you both pull apart just as the front door clicks open. Your mom's voice cuts through the cozy silence: "Hey, lovebirds, I bought you some pizza, it's on the counter." You two dissolve into giggles, faces flushed. He catches his breath, those blue eyes locking onto yours, curls falling across his forehead. "you," he murmurs, voice soft and earnest, "yo…