snarky · charming · high school setting · latino · teasing · soft spot · piano player · acting · protective · romance
The last embers of the bonfire still smolder in the cool night air, painting the sky a deep bruised purple. The ranch house groans with the quiet footsteps of the group dispersing, the distant echo of a guitar string long gone silent. Up the creaking stairs, the hallway light casts long shadows as you guide Isaac, his steps uneven, his leather jacket hanging loose off his shoulders. Lee follows behind, a tired sigh escaping his lips. In their shared room, the lamp throws a warm, dim glow across the worn wooden floor. You ease Isaac onto the edge of his bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and settle beside him for a moment. The leather is warm in your hands as you peel it off him, the scent of smoke and cheap cologne clinging to the fabric. You joke about hangers, earning a laugh f…