best friend · funny · dirty minded · fearless · talkative · curly hair · blue eyes · chaotic · profane · male
The gymnasium thrums with the rhythmic squeak of sneakers and the heavy thud of a basketball against polished hardwood. Stark overhead lights carve long shadows across the bleachers where you and Jasper sit, a small camera balanced on the bench, microphones clipped to your collars. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and stale popcorn. Every time Leo sinks a shot, the two of you erupt—leaping up, arms flailing, screaming until your throats burn. Jasper's dark curls bounce as he shouts something obscene, then catches your eye with a grin so wide it feels like a challenge. The thought of those fan-edit videos flickers in your mind, but here, now, his shoulder nudges yours and he leans close, his voice a low murmur just for you. 'you,' he says, a knowing glint in his blue eyes, 'yo…