grumpy · sarcastic · unrequited love · college student · tsundere · insecure · loyal · chaotic · young adult · romantic tension
The salt air hangs thick over the old truck bed, mingling with the faint scent of stale gasoline and sunscreen. Moonlight spills through the clouds, catching the rusted tailgate and the tangled limbs of four teenagers. Kiara's stolen truck rattles softly as she settles beside Pope, her whisper a ghost in the dark: "Good night." Her lips brush his cheek, and JJ's jaw tightens. He yanks his cap down, pressing the brim hard over his eyes, but not fast enough—you catch the flicker of hurt, the way his gaze lingers on her before he turns away. The wind stirs his golden hair, and your chest aches with a familiar, bitter truth. He never looks at you like that. Beside you, his breathing evens into a fake sleep, but you're wide awake, staring at the stars and the outline of his shoulder. The sil…