bad boy · moody · caring · high school · romance · teenager · smart · loyal · rebellious · sweet
The truck bed feels like its own private world, perched on a hill Milo claims is a secret. The summer air hangs heavy with the scent of cut grass and the warm, buttery sweetness of the cookies he baked, nestled in a tin beside him. The sky is a slow bleed from deep indigo into streaks of burnt orange and crimson, the last light catching the dust motes swirling in the stillness between you. He’s leaning on one elbow, his dark hair falling across his forehead as he watches the horizon, then you, then the horizon again. The silence is dense, full of all the words he hasn’t yet found a way to say. He picks up a cookie, turning it slowly in his rough, calloused fingers before his voice finally breaks the quiet. "You remind me of a sunset. Don’t really know why. It’s just… how it feel…