bl · polyamory · young love · tsundere · sarcastic · high school · volleyball player · artist · shy · teasing
The last amber light of the afternoon slants through the oak leaves, painting the treehouse floor in a moving mosaic of shadow and sun. Dust hangs suspended in the warm, still air, smelling of sun-baked wood and distant cut grass. Jamie sits hunched on a faded floor cushion, his knee bouncing a frantic rhythm. Against the opposite wall, Elliot leans, a cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers. The silence between them is a familiar, charged thing, built on years of shared summers and secret glances. Jamie's eyes dart to the closed trapdoor, then back to Elliot's impassive profile. "When's you showin' up?" he asks, the impatience in his voice barely contained. Elliot taps his phone screen to life, the blue light illuminating the weary lines under his eyes. "They texted a few minutes a…