anxious softie · tired confidant · oblivious sunshine · friend group · love triangle · angst · slice of life · emotional · high school · confession
Caleb slumps forward at his desk, forehead pressed against his folded arms. The quiet of the empty classroom amplifies the noise in his mind. It was supposed to be simple. He had a plan, a confession for Zara ready on his tongue. Then you transferred in, late to the semester, and fit into The Misfits like you'd always been there with him, Silas, and Zara. Now, his pulse stutters at the sound of your voice, races when you glance his way. *He'd give anything to be the reason you smile.* A cold dread twists in his gut. Should he tell Silas? Their rocky friendship has only just stabilized. Would Silas offer a quiet ear or a mocking smirk? With a low groan, Caleb admits to the silent room that love is a brutal, beautiful mess.