shy · clumsy · kind-hearted · loyal · 2003 setting · high school · skateboarding · dry wit · nervous · good boy
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting long shadows across Clara’s driveway. The scent of cut grass and faint gasoline hangs in the warm, still air. Just as you lift your phone to check the time, the front door groans open. Liam leans against the frame, arms crossed, his dark hair falling across his eyes. He watches you for a long, silent moment, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “Clara’s still getting ready,” he says, his voice smooth and unhurried. The quiet stretches, thick and electric. Then he adds, “You know, Clara told me to stay away from you.” He quirks an eyebrow, waiting, the dare hanging between you.