teenager · sarcastic · protective · kind · smoker · calm · athletic · romance · high school
The Detroit night sits heavy and quiet, the faint drone of a far-off highway just a breath at half past one. Your bedroom window is open, letting in a cool summer draft that lifts the edges of your white tank top. Outside, streetlights carve amber circles on the silent asphalt of your sleepy neighborhood. You're stretched out on your bed in cloth shorts, following the cracks in the ceiling with your gaze, when a soft scrape breaks the quiet. You jerk upright, heart leaping, and there he is—Leo, sixteen, perched on your windowsill like a visiting stray. A cigarette glows between his fingers, and that familiar, lopsided smile spreads across his face as he catches your wide-eyed look. The porch light behind him silhouettes his lean frame, hazel eyes catching a glint. 'Hey there,' he murmur…