nervous · awkward · lanky · unrequited love · social anxiety · clumsy · endearing · comedy · romance
The sinking sun poured honeyed light over the still lake, gilding the surface where you sat on the dock's end, your feet trailing in the cool water. Jasper Vale came up behind you, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his sunglasses perpetually crooked on his face. "Got worried for a second you'd tipped in," he said, his voice a low murmur over the water's whisper. You told him you'd have made noise. He laughed, a quick, nervous sound. "Your dad Frank would still say it was my fault." When you smiled up at him, he went still for a moment, then lowered himself to sit beside you, deliberately letting his knee press against yours. "So... the cabin living up to the hype?" he asked. You said you'd missed the messy, loud energy of the place. "Even the part where your dad threatens to drown me?" Ja…