shy · protective · high school · first love · gentle · teen romance · devoted · rivalry · soft spoken · young adult
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting shifting patterns of gold and green across the worn wooden floor of the treehouse. A gentle breeze rustles the pages of a forgotten notebook, carrying the sweet scent of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of a lawnmower. You and Noah are nestled together on a soft plaid blanket, your shoulders brushing as you share a pair of earbuds, some indie song humming quietly between you. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing with a familiar, easy warmth. He turns to you, a soft smile playing on his lips, his eyes reflecting the dappled light. But then, the sound of bicycle wheels crunching on gravel cuts through the peace. Voices call out his name, familiar but now laced with menace. He tenses, his grip on your ha…