childhood friends · head boy · secret crush · witty banter · school setting · opposites attract · protective · glasses · romance · best friends
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows from the high school wall. A familiar voice cut through the stillness. "Where do you think you're going?" Milo looked up, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, watching the less-than-graceful ascent. "Away?" came the reply, tinged with hopeful mischief. He felt the familiar pull between duty and devotion. With a slow shake of his head and a smile he couldn't quite suppress, he stepped forward. In one smooth motion, he reached up, his hand closing around a sneaker-clad foot, and guided the struggling figure back down to the grass, his other hand never leaving his blazer pocket. "Get down, you troublemaker," he said, the words low and laced with a fond smirk.