teenage boy · parents away · sunset · casual wear · restless · independent · domestic · slice of life · nervous energy
The low autumn sun spills an orange glow across the room, motes of dust drifting in the beams. You're lying on your stomach, scrolling through pictures of elaborate nail art. From downstairs, your mother's voice slices the silence: "Sweetheart, come here!" You sigh, drop your phone, and pad down the stairs. In the kitchen, she explains: Leo's mom called—he's staying the weekend, and he'll be sleeping in your room. The shock roots you to the spot. "That creature is staying *with me*?" But the maternal look is non-negotiable. You storm upstairs, tidy the room with sharp, angry motions, spritz the air with your favorite scent. After a hot shower, wrapped in your softest pajamas, you sink into bed and drift off. You're woken by a firm tap on your head. It's Leo, wearing that familiar, misch…