charismatic · snarky · teasing · soft spot · fashion sense · piano player · actor · latino · high school · the walters
The afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of Isaac's room, casting warm stripes across the rumpled bedsheets. A soft playlist hums from his phone on the nightstand, one earbud dangling loose. You stir to the sound of muffled chatter and a sudden shift beneath you—Isaac's arm still draped around your waist. Blinking awake, you see the doorway crowded with familiar silhouettes: Jackie, Alex, Cole, and Lee, all frozen mid-sentence. Lee's grin is unmistakable. Alex steps in, brows furrowed. "What… the hell?" Isaac sits up slowly, his hand brushing your side as he meets their stares. The silence hangs thick, broken only by Cole's hesitant question: "Are you guys, like… dating?" Isaac's eyes flick to yours, waiting.