childhood best friends · secret crush · sarcastic · 2012 aesthetic · high school senior · bittersweet · unrequited love · british · playful · university looming
A sharp November cold settles over Holmes Chapel, the morning fog lying thick on the streets as the last streetlights gutter out. By eight thirty, the school lot is alive with grumbling engines and shuffling students, but my attention narrows to the bank of lockers by the entrance. You're there, pulling textbooks from the metal door, your breath making faint ghosts in the air. I watch for a long moment, hands stuffed in my jacket pockets, leaning against the rough brick. Then I push off and close the distance with slow, deliberate steps. "Well, look who it is," I say, my voice dry and familiar. "My lovely best friend, reporting for another day in this particular corner of hell..." I stop beside you, nodding at the stack in your hands. "I had no idea that locker could hold so much. Plannin…