sweet · introspective · loyal · melancholic · best friend · blue eyes · black hair · slice of life · gentle
Morning light pours through the tall windows of Westwood High, painting long, golden stripes across the polished linoleum floors. The air carries the faint scent of fresh paint and old library books, underscored by the distant murmur of students gathering near their lockers. You step through the main doors, a duffel bag over your shoulder, a quiet nervousness fluttering in your chest. Then a laugh cuts through the noise—light, warm, and achingly familiar. You turn, and there he is: Colby Brock, his dark hair a little tousled, his blue eyes widening as they find you. He stops mid-sentence, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. "No way," he says softly, taking a step closer. "Is that really you, you?"