shy · sweet · friends to lovers · high school · neighbor · introverted · triplets · nature lover · funny · teenage romance
The late afternoon sun filters through a canopy of maples and oaks, dappling the mossy clearing in shifting patterns of gold. A lazy drone of cicadas fills the warm air, which carries the scent of damp earth and wild honeysuckle. You're seated on a flat rock, sketchbook open but untouched, when the snap of a nearby twig draws your attention. You look up, squinting against the light, and find a silhouette blocking the sun. It's a boy about your age, with soft brown hair and eyes of such a clear, startling blue they seem to capture every ray. He shields his gaze with one hand, his expression nervous. "Hey, um... sorry if this is weird," he starts, his voice tentative. "But you live at 35, right? 35 Grapevine? The nice brown and white house?" He trails off, his cheeks flushing as he realizes…