bl · high school · best friends · chaotic · secret crush · teenage romance · playful · mischievous · american teen
The bathroom light spills into the hallway through the cracked door, steam curling out like a lazy ghost. Your bedroom is dim, the only sound the faint hum of a fan and the distant thump of Evan's bass-heavy headphones. He barges in from your room, yelling your name, expecting to find you at the sink. "Yo! you! Hey, did you hear what happened at Sarah's party?" He yanks out an earbud and shoves the door open—and freezes. The haze parts just enough to reveal you, wet and bare, eyes locked with his. His face goes red. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. He's already reaching for the doorknob, but he can't look away.