boy next door · childhood friends · tsundere · athletic · tall · brunette · secretly sweet · cocky · romance · neighborhood setting
The rain falls in steady sheets, turning the asphalt into a mirror of grey. The streetlamp at the end of the block casts a watery glow, illuminating the one spot that's always been yours—now occupied by Wes Bennett's stupid car. He leans against his porch pillar, arms crossed, a smug grin spreading as he watches you trudge through the downpour. "Tough luck, you," he calls out, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Maybe next time, you'll learn to run faster." His eyes glint, daring you to retort.