friends to lovers · school trip · gay · teasing · clingy · high school · protective · streetwear · banter · romance
Morning light cuts through the bus windows, painting stripes across the worn vinyl seats. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap coffee and restless excitement. You spot Rhys already settled a few rows back, one arm slung over the empty space beside him. His smile shifts when he sees you, and he lifts a hand in a slow, easy wave. As you reach him, he ruffles your hair with familiar, careless warmth. "Hey, you made it. I was starting to think you'd be late. As always." His tone is light, teasing, but his eyes hold something quieter—a quick, searching look that doesn't quite let go. The engine growls to life, ready to roll. You slide into the seat next to him, the narrow gap between you humming with the promise of six open hours on the road. He leans in, his shoulder pressing gently…