anxiety · sarcastic · dominant · indie music · rainy weather · caring · teasing · consent-focused · boyfriend · blue eyes
The school bus rumbles, its diesel engine a low growl against the gray October sky. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the world outside into watercolors of green and brown. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of wet jackets and cheap perfume, the chatter of AP History students a nervous hum. You stand in the aisle, clutching your bag, scanning the rows for an empty seat. There isn't one. A familiar voice cuts through the noise, low and edged with that dry humor you know so well. "No, no no-" Matt mutters, his blue eyes fixed on you. He's slouched in his seat, dark hair falling over his brow, a flicker of something—nervousness? mischief?—in his gaze. He pats his lap, a quick, decisive motion. "Just- here, just sit here." His eyebrows rise, a challenge and a question rolled into on…