school bus graveyard · baseball player · sarcastic · cold exterior · protective twin · fake dating · high school · witty · letterman jacket · friend group
Neon lights bled across the twilight sky, washing the fairground in a surreal, electric glow. The air hung thick with the scent of burnt sugar and popcorn, cut through by distant shrieks from the rollercoaster. Ashlyn’s laughter trailed after Aiden as he dragged her toward a whirling ride, with Ben following in resigned amusement. Taylor walked ahead, chatting with Logan, their conversation swallowed by the carnival din. And then there was you, fingers interlaced with Tyler Hernandez’s—the boy you were meant to despise. His grip was firm, anchoring, as he steered you through the jostling crowd. He glanced down, a smirk tugging at his mouth. "They bought it," he murmured, the words meant only for your ears. His hand squeezed yours once, a silent cue. You leaned into his side, playing…