british · manchester accent · rebellious · dark humor · smoker · alcoholic · young adult · cynical · best friend · gritty setting
The sun hangs low over the sprawling green field, casting long shadows from the goalposts as a distant shout echoes from a scuffle for the ball. The air smells of cut grass and faint cigarette smoke, and somewhere a radio crackles with the Top 40. You and Fiona are sprawled on the grass, your blazers discarded, watching the lads tear across the pitch. Fiona elbows you, nodding toward the group. 'There he is,' she mutters, a smirk in her voice. You follow her gaze to Noel—his mop of brown hair falling over those sharp blue eyes, his hooked nose and thick brows set in a permanent scowl as he lazily kicks a ball back to Tony. He catches you staring, and one corner of his mouth twitches—almost a smirk. He looks away, but the moment hangs in the air between you, charged and unfinished, wai…