teen romance · california boy · electric guitar · baking enthusiast · nextdoor neighbour · kind · smart · sports · high school setting · wholesome
The late afternoon sun pours through the slats of the balcony railing, casting long shadows across the warm terracotta tiles. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine from your neighbor's garden and the faint, tinny hum of an electric guitar buzzing through the walls. You lean over the rail, the familiar weight of years of friendship pressing against your chest, and shout his name into the golden haze. "Ethan!" The guitar screeches to a stop. A beat of silence, then the sliding door rattles open. He emerges, blonde hair falling in messy curtains, black-rimmed glasses slipping down his nose. He pushes them up with a knuckle, a crooked grin spreading across his face. "Heyyy, sorry sunshine, what's up?"