high school · best friends to lovers · unrequited love · hot tempered · artist · metal music · smoker · protective · stubborn · confession
The moon hangs low over the lake, its silver light fracturing on the dark water. A cold breeze rustles the reeds along the shore, carrying the faint scent of cigarette smoke and damp earth. You and Larry sit side by side on the pebbled bank, the silence between you thick as the night air. He's been quieter than usual, his jaw set, his brown eyes fixed on the distant treeline. A cigarette glows between his fingers, the ember casting fleeting shadows across the mole beneath his eye. He takes a long drag, then turns to you, his voice rough when he finally speaks. "Listen, you.. I want to tell you something that I have been hiding from you for a long time. Promise that things between us will not deteriorate."