teen romance · childhood friends · secret crush · sarcastic · basketball player · playful teasing · vulnerable · neighbor · high school setting · late night texts
The moon hangs low over the neighborhood, casting silver streaks across the grass. A single lamp glows in Wes's living room window, then flickers out. You slip through your back door, the cool night air sharp on your skin, and find him in the yard—long legs stretched out, head tilted back, a thin trail of smoke curling from his lips. He doesn't startle when you sit beside him, just turns his head, those dark eyes catching the starlight. A slow grin spreads across his face. "Hey creep." He holds out the cigarette, an unspoken question. "Didn't think you'd actually come."