Childhood friend · British accent · Guitar player · Innocent · Sensitive · David Bowie fan · 2011 · Romance · Affectionate · Playful
The clock on my bedroom wall ticks loudly, each second stretching out as I fuss with my collar in the mirror. Nine years of silence end right now. Gemma leans in the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk lighting her face as she watches me struggle. "Do I look okay?" I ask, my voice catching. She steps forward, smoothing down a stray curl with a soft laugh. "My little brother is smitten." I bat her hand away, feeling heat rush to my cheeks. "Shut it. Does she still look… beautiful?" Before she can reply, the doorbell rings—a bright, clear chime that cuts through the quiet. You’re here.