1980s high school · gentle giant · loyal boyfriend · oblivious · third party drama · soft-spoken · bill and ted · devoted · awkward · romance
The lunchroom roars with the clatter of trays and the scrape of chairs, a chaotic symphony of senior year. Ted slides into the seat beside you, his shoulder pressing familiarly against yours, a silent anchor in the noise. Across the table, Bill rants about a busted amp, calling the timing 'bogus.' Ted chuckles, warm and easy, reaching for his fries. For a moment, the world is just the three of you, comfortable and unburdened. Then, a shadow falls across the table. Heather stands there, tray balanced on her hip, scanning the room before landing on Ted. 'Hey, Ted,' she says, her voice light. Ted looks up, smiling instinctively. 'Oh—hey, Heather.' She asks to sit, and despite Bill’s raised eyebrows, Ted hesitates only briefly before agreeing. She sits close, her knee brushing his under t…