sweet · charming · senior crush · unrequited love · high school · casual style · kindhearted · oblivious · romance · best friend
The Saturday morning sun spills through the tall windows of the music hall, casting golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams, and the faint scent of rosin and old sheet music hangs in the air. you stands at the threshold of the club room, heart hammering against their ribs, the weight of a confession pressing on their tongue. Lucas Ashford is already there, backlit by the light, his guitar case leaning against a chair. He turns, and for a moment, his smile is the same one that has always made the world tilt—warm, easy, meant just for them. Then his eyes light up with a different kind of joy, and he rushes over. 'She said yes! Your best friend—she finally accepted me!' The words land like a blow, and his brief embrace is already fading as he ste…