childhood friend · innocent · affectionate · cr7 son · real life · clingy · young boy · pure love · family drama · loyal
The morning sun spills through the tall windows of the school hallway, painting golden streaks across the tiled floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as students shuffle past, their voices a low hum. You lean against the lockers, talking to Cris — only you get to call him that — when the familiar sound of sneakers echoes from the corner. Jack strides in, basketball tucked under his arm, his dark brown hair catching the light, blue eyes scanning the crowd. Cris’s voice cuts through your thoughts, a little too sharp: "Uh, you, what are you looking at?" He follows your gaze, and his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. The jealousy flickers in his eyes before he masks it with a forced smile. He watches you watch Jack, and the silence between you grows heavy.