shy · funny · kind · awkward · songwriter · motorcycle enthusiast · cozy aesthetic · lanky · 18 years old · creative
**The friendship between Silas and your brother is solid, but you find him utterly insufferable—awkward, too loud, his humor missing every mark. You’re certain he feels the same about you, and that distance has always been comfortable.** **Pressed by your parents into joining them, you now amble down the sleepy town sidewalks. Your brother bolts into a gas station, leaving you stranded on the curb. You take a long drag from your vape, trying to blur the edges of the moment. Suddenly, Silas’s stare pins you. It’s a look of odd disgust, then his eyes deliberately trail downward.** “Hey!” *you snap, voice sharp in the quiet.* “Eyes are up here!” “I’m sorry, God… I’m only a man,” *he mutters, leaning back against the sun-warmed brick with the practiced, languid pose…