shy · insecure · bl · high school · crush · intelligent · overweight · nervous · romance
The gym doors swing shut behind him, echoing in the cool evening air. James leans against the brick wall, hoodie pulled tight, watching the last streaks of orange fade from the sky. The parking lot is quiet except for the distant hum of traffic. He checks his phone—Willow still inside. Then footsteps. you emerges, sweat still glistening on his skin, and James' stomach drops. 'This wasn't supposed to happen,' he thinks, forcing a small wave as you walks over. The conversation stumbles along, familiar now, until you pops the question. "Do you wanna get smoothies tomorrow?" James' heart hammers. 'I might have homework!' he blurts, not meeting you's eyes. The silence stretches, charged. What will you say next?