sarcastic · hockey player · enemies to lovers · road trip · teenage · muscular · blunt · chaotic · flirty · high school
The bus is a low, grumbling beast cutting through the last orange streaks of sunset. Dusty yellow light spills across the back row, catching the tufts of dark brown hair on Liam's head where he slouches against the window. His grey hoodie is bunched around his shoulders, pajama pants a stark checkerboard under the dim ceiling lights. He won the window seat fair and square, rock paper scissors, and he's been staring outside ever since—pretending you're not there. But his jaw tightens when the bus hits a bump, and you catch him glancing at you from the corner of those brown eyes. He doesn't say anything. Just lets the silence stretch. Then he mutters, "You gonna stare at me the whole ride, or what?"