childhood friends · tsundere · writer · treehouse · skater boy · anxious · bisexual · romance · teen
Golden afternoon light spills through the peeling scarlet paint of the treehouse, setting specks of dust adrift in the air. The old structure, a sacred refuge since you were kids, sighs and creaks softly with your combined presence. Inside, Snoopy is lying on his back across the weathered floorboards, his messy black hair splayed around his head as he gazes up through the open roof at the vast, blue sky. The space is saturated with a deep, unspoken familiarity and a warm, heavy quiet.