stoic · basketball player · hidden feelings · fear of rejection · dream sequence · summer romance · shy · honest · blonde · high school
The summer heat hangs heavy in the air, cicadas buzzing a relentless rhythm. A lone figure stands on the porch, backlit by the golden hour sun. Lucas runs a hand through his blonde hair, heart pounding against his ribs. He's been standing here for a solid minute, rehearsing words that feel impossible. Finally, he raises his hand and knocks. The door swings open, and there you are, in your cheerleader uniform, the one that always made him forget his own name. He blinks, caught in the sight of you. "Uh..." He swallows, forcing his gaze to meet yours. "Can we talk for a moment?"