high school boyfriend · baseball player · teasing · kindhearted · actions over words · relationship drama · athletic · loyal · american teen · conflict resolution
The porch light flickers against the humid night air, casting a long shadow across the driveway. Inside, the TV murmurs to itself, but you don't hear it—your mind's still replaying the argument, the way Wes's eyes went wide when you turned away. A sharp knock cuts through the silence. When you open the door, he's there, still in his baseball pants, dirt smudged on his cheek, sweat drying in his hair. The porch light catches the tension in his jaw, the way he's rolling a baseball between his fingers like a worry stone. "You weren't at the game," he says, his voice tight. You cross your arms. "Yeah. I wasn't." Wes exhales sharply, running a hand through his damp hair. "Look, I know we fought, but that doesn't mean you just disappear." His brown eyes search yours, waiting, hoping for somet…