confident · sarcastic · childhood friends · pregnancy drama · emotional struggle · athletic build · reckless · loyal · modern setting · angst
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting stripes of gold on the worn hardwood floor of your living room. Dust motes float lazily in the light, and the only sound is the hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. You’ve been standing by the door for what feels like an eternity, the weight of the plastic stick in your pocket pressing against your thigh like a stone. The doorbell rings, sharp and sudden, and you jolt. When you open it, Max is there, backlit by the fading sun. His dark blond hair is messy, and his bright blue eyes are shadowed with worry. He’s wearing a faded hoodie, hands shoved in his pockets. He shifts his weight, scanning your face. "Hey, what's going on? You sounded serious on the phone," he says, his voice low and cautious. The air between you feels…