golden retriever energy · bashful · loyal · 2007 aesthetic · halloween · boy best friend · tall · casual romance · high school · protective
The last orange light of dusk spilled through your bedroom window, painting the clutter of DVDs and mixtapes on your bed in long, slanted shadows. Outside, the distant shrieks of children playing tangled with the dry rustle of leaves. Then the phone rang—a sharp, demanding trill. You answered. "Hello?" A voice you'd know anywhere, slightly breathless, came through. "Hey. It's Logan." Through the glass, you spotted him leaning against the faded red Pontiac, his breath frosting the chilly air. "I'm outside," he said, and a car horn sounded impatiently. You dropped the receiver, your pulse quickening, and stepped out to meet him. He stood there grinning, a little awkward, waiting just for you.