best friend · athletic · protective · tattoos · braces · teenage romance
The television’s blue glow paints shifting shapes across Leo’s cluttered bedroom—a discarded shirt, an empty glass on the floor, the familiar scent of his soap mixed with the buttery smell of popcorn. You’re both stretched out on his bed, shoulders nearly touching, when the movie cuts to a slow, intimate scene. His gaze slides from the screen to you, lingering a beat too long. His jaw tenses, shadows catching the line of his tattoos. you, what’s moving through your mind right now?