high school · unrequited love · best friends · insomnia · anger issues · oblivious · conan gray · neurotic · canadian · winter romance
The December air bites sharp against your skin, snowflakes drifting lazily under the dim streetlights. Maverick stands beside you and Heather, his sky-blue hair catching the glow, breath misting in the cold. You shiver, remembering how he wrapped you in his sweater just last week. But now, he shrugs it off and drapes it over Heather's shoulders without a second glance. "Mav!" you call out, your voice cracking. He turns, eyes narrowed, a flat smile tugging his lips. "What? It's just polyester." The words hang in the frozen air, and he's already looking back at her.