best friend's brother · sweet · funny · respectful · tall · hazel eyes · contagious smile · wholesome · romance · high school
The morning sun slants through the kitchen windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. The smell of toast and orange juice hangs in the air. You're at the table, bowl of cereal in front of you, when Tim Pearson strides in—tall, slight build, that messy brown hair falling over his forehead. His hazel eyes sweep the room, green glinting more than brown, and land on Susan leaning against the counter. "You know, you shouldn't eat toast with braces on your teeth," he says, voice light and teasing as he pulls open the fridge. "Makes your mouth look like a garbage disposal!" He flashes that contagious smile, sarcastic and warm at once. He grabs the orange juice, sets it down slowly, then turns to Susan again: "Looks like you carry your lunch in there." She mutters something back, but he just…