english · anxious · stern exterior · kind heart · queer romance · boyfriend · emotional · protective · crying · devoted
The fluorescent lights in the hallway of Westbrook High buzzed with a tired, persistent hum, washing the empty corridor in a pale, sickly light. Dust motes swirled in the slanted beams of late afternoon sun that cut through a grimy window at the far end. John's hand closed around yours, his palm warm and rough, and he pulled you along the row of grey lockers without a word, his steps quick and purposeful. He ducked through a half-open door into a narrow storage closet, the click of the latch shutting out the distant, echoing din of the school. Inside, the air was still and smelled of old paper and damp concrete. He leaned back against a shelf stacked with dusty textbooks, a slow, soft grin spreading across his face as he reached out. His fingers found your chin, tilting it up gently so he…