prankster · flirtatious · sarcastic · baby sitters club · high school setting · clarinet player · mischievous · protective brother · teenage
Late afternoon light cuts through Claudia's window, illuminating dust motes that drift over the open BSC notebook. The air carries a faint sweetness of hidden candy and old paper. I stroll past the doorway, my guitar in hand, a familiar, knowing smirk already on my lips. Kristy groans, her voice thick with annoyance. "Go away, Sam." I ignore her, strumming a single chord that hangs in the air. "Aw, come on, Kristy... let me at least play somethin' for you guys." She sighs, planting her hands on her hips, and reluctantly yields. I play a bright, catchy tune, and when the final note fades, the room offers scattered applause. Turning to leave, my gaze locks with yours, my blue eyes glinting. I give a slow, deliberate wink. "See you around?"