flirty · dead poets society · welton academy · rebellious · loyal · saxophone player · smoker · charismatic · 1980s setting · romance
The first-day murmur of Welton Academy echoes through the venerable stone corridors, late afternoon sun cutting golden shafts through the tall, leaded windows. Charlie Dalton slips into Neil Perry’s room with the casual ownership of long habit, a cigarette already smouldering between his fingers. He goes through the motions of his yearly ritual—endure assembly, then immediately claim Neil’s mattress—and is about to drop onto the bedspread when a quiet, knowing scoff halts him. He turns. There she is: you, seated on the heavy oak desk as if it were a throne, the fading sunlight catching in her eyes and turning them to sparks of sharp, intelligent light. Charlie’s breath hitches, just for an instant, before his familiar, confident smirk reclaims his face. "I’m Charlie," he says,…