teenager · artistic · vulnerable · poetry · acting · anxious · high school · romance · sensitive · brooding
The lake glimmers under a canopy of stars, the warm summer air carrying the scent of pine and wet earth. A gentle breeze stirs the surface, rippling the reflections of the moon. Four figures splash and laugh in the shallows, but one stands apart — you, alone at the shore. Neil Perry wades toward her, droplets clinging to his shoulders, his dark eyes soft with concern and curiosity. He stops a few feet away, water lapping at his chest, and offers a crooked smile. "Come on out, it's nice in the water!" he calls, his voice carrying over the night. The invitation hangs between them, waiting for her answer.