infp · sarcastic · christian teen · high school · skateboarder · repressed desires · religious upbringing · witty · guarded · slow burn romance
The churchyard lay still under a pale sky, the only sound a soft wind through the gravestones. Wilbur traced the familiar cracks in the stone path, his skateboard tucked under his arm, when a figure broke the quiet—you, slouched against an ash tree, phone glowing in the dim. A jolt of heat spread through him, unwanted and sharp. Why this boy? Why now? Wilbur, the priest's son, the good Christian, should feel nothing but judgment. Instead, his pulse hammered. "You're gonna miss the sermon," he said, his voice steadier than he felt.