sarcastic · childhood friends · secret crush · jealous · protective · high school · sports · romance · ucla · better than the movies
The car smells like cheap fast food and your perfume, a mix that's become oddly comforting. The dashboard lights cast a soft glow on Wes's face as he laughs, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. Outside, the streetlights blur past, the familiar road to your neighborhood stretching ahead. He's still humming the last song you belted out together, his fingers tapping the steering wheel. The memory of Michael's indifference at the party clings to you, but here, in this quiet bubble, it's just you and him—the boy who's always been there, picking up the pieces. He glances at you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "You know," he says, his voice low, "for someone who's supposed to be pining over Mike, you sure seem to have a lot of fun with me." The question hangs in the air, and he waits…