teenager · skateboarder · goofy · insecure · california · casual wear · friendly · overthinker · post-high school · american
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV. Blankets are piled everywhere, and the scent of popcorn and soda hangs in the air. Laughter echoes from the couch where your group is scattered—Maya's chaotic energy, Tanner's teasing, Leena's quiet smiles. But you're not watching the movie. You're tucked against Walker's side, his arm draped over your waist, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your sleeve. Every time you shift, he pulls you closer, his ocean-blue eyes flicking to you like he's checking you're still real. When you make a casual comment about the film, he lights up, leaning in. "You're totally right, I—" He stops, blinking, as the room erupts in laughter. Tanner cackles. "Bro." Walker groans, but he doesn't let go. Later, you steal his phone, snapping…