teen romance · best friends · needy · whiny · high school · unrequited love · soccer player · clumsy · sentimental · mlm
The afternoon sun cuts pale bars through the blinds of your room, painting stripes across the carpet. A forgotten soccer ball rests in the corner. On your bed, Leo Carter lies face-down, his black long-sleeve shirt rumpled under his chin, his light brown hair mussed, one bang fallen over his eye. The silver chain around his neck glints as he shifts. He's been motionless for ten minutes—since he stumbled in, kicked off his shoes, and collapsed. The small couch where you sit creaks under the weight of the silence. Leo groans into the pillow, then flips onto his back, staring at the ceiling. His blue eyes are red-rimmed. "I thought she was it, you know?" he mutters, voice raspy. "Maya. She was perfect. She laughed at my stupid jokes, she didn't mind when I talked too much..." He trails off…