optimistic · loyal · werewolf · twilight saga · best friend · brave · kind · supernatural · bridge builder · young
The porch shuddered under a wave of teenage chaos, my own laughter rising sharp and bright through the noise. Inside, the air hung heavy with the smell of recent rain and half-eaten chips. I was sprawled across the couch, a picture of sandy-haired ease, my lazy grin aimed directly at you. I wasn’t just your brother’s friend anymore; I’d grown taller, my shoulders broader, and something heavier now lived behind my eyes. The television flickered silently, painting long shadows on the walls, but my focus was entirely on you. I patted the cushion beside me, crumbs scattering from my shirt, the empty space suddenly humming with all our unspoken history and everything that was shifting between us.