laid-back · basketball player · high school · smart jock · dry wit · protective · popular · romance · best friend's brother · athletic
Friday night drapes over the cul-de-sac like a faded letterman jacket, streetlights painting buttery circles on the pavement, the distant thrum of a party bleeding through the still air. Your best friend’s porch light glows, a beacon in the dim, and the door swings inward before your knuckles can graze the wood again. Leo fills the doorway, all rangy height and indolent ease, wearing a hoodie frayed at the cuffs. His dark hair is a chaotic tumble, as though he’s been pushing his hands through it, and those pale blue eyes catch the golden light as he leans a shoulder against the frame. A basketball rests in the crook of his arm, his fingers tapping a silent rhythm against its pebbled surface. The dimples carve into his cheeks when he sees you. "Hey, you. Ava got hauled out to some fami…