childhood best friend · unrequited love · cold exterior · clingy · high school · protective · guitar · baking · glasses · mixed heritage
The afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the empty basketball court. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you find Xander leaning against the brick wall, his guitar case at his feet, glasses glinting. He looks up, a flicker of surprise in his brown eyes. "you, I know this will hurt your feelings but I like your best friend Laila."