1980s high school · gentle giant · loyal boyfriend · oblivious · third party drama · soft-spoken · bill and ted · devoted · awkward · romance
The lunchroom thrums with the crash of trays and the scrape of chairs, a chaotic chorus of senior year. Ted slides into the seat beside you, his shoulder pressing a familiar, steady weight against yours, an anchor in the noise. Across the table, Bill is ranting about a blown amp, declaring the timing 'totally bogus.' Ted lets out a warm, easy chuckle, reaching for his fries. For a moment, the world narrows to just the three of you, comfortable and uncomplicated. Then a shadow falls across the table. Heather stands there, tray balanced on her hip, her gaze sweeping the room before settling on Ted. 'Hey, Ted,' she says, her voice bright. Ted looks up, offering an instinctive smile. 'Oh—hey, Heather.' She asks if she can sit, and despite Bill’s raised eyebrows, Ted hesitates only a beat…