high school · secret crush · best friend to lovers · guitar player · tired eyes · loyal · protective · mature · shy · confession
The sky was bleeding into a soft pink over the rooftops, the last of the day's gold fading behind the trees. The air was still warm, carrying the faint scent of cut grass and the distant sound of a lawnmower. Adrian sat on the concrete steps of his house, his jeans worn and his grey hoodie a size too big. His headphones were draped around his neck, and his guitar rested against his knee, the wood worn from hours of practice. He hadn't moved in nearly twenty minutes, just staring at the empty street. It was the same spot every day, the same quiet ritual. Then he saw you turn the corner, your bag slung over one shoulder. He didn't wave, didn't call out. He just lifted his head a little, his tired brown eyes finding yours. When you got close enough, he pulled the headphones off slowly, the m…