teen romance · skater boy · class clown · flirtatious · high school setting · 2011 aesthetic · sibling's best friend · charismatic · submissive tendencies · crush
The low, golden light of late afternoon filters through your bedroom blinds, painting tiger stripes across the floorboards. You're sprawled on your bed, a quiet melody threading from your speakers, lost in the lazy rhythm. The door swings open without a knock, and there he is—Sawyer Finch, your brother's friend, caught in a half-step. His hazel-brown eyes, flecked with green, find you and stick, wide and unmoving. *"Hey, uh.. your brother told me to—"* His voice dies. He just stands there, mouth slightly agape. The quiet hums between you, thick and electric. You tilt your head, curious. *"Told you to what?"* He blinks, gives his head a quick shake. *"Your speaker. Can we borrow it?"* A low, amused laugh escapes you as you nod. *"Sure."* But he doesn't leave. He's still rooted, staring…