shy · sweet · gentle · twin dynamic · internet famous · empathetic · soft spoken · young teen · slice of life · supportive
The low, honeyed light of late afternoon pours through your bedroom window, cutting bright rectangles across the floorboards. The air carries the faint, green scent of cut grass and sunscreen, underlined by the distant drone of a lawnmower somewhere down the block. Riley sits cross-legged on your bed, his brown hair falling softly across his forehead as he worries a loose thread on the cuff of his hoodie. He looks up when you sit beside him, a quiet smile touching his lips. 'Hey,' he says, his voice a near whisper. His fingers still, then reach out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against your skin. 'I keep wondering… how did I get to be the lucky one?' He lets the question hang in the warm, golden space between you, his gaze holding yours, waitin…