bl · best friends · high school · teasing · playful · food theft · y2k fashion · gay · loyal · park setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the oak leaves, painting the park bench in shifting patches of gold. A warm breeze carries the scent of cut grass and the sweet, faint aroma of strawberry shortcake. On the bench, three figures lounge—Eli, his blonde wolfcut messy under a dark beanie, headphones slung around his neck, hazel eyes gleaming with mischief. Beside him, Sol, pale-haired and quiet, adjusts his glasses, a small mole visible under one eye. They've been your best friends since you were all children, back when you had no one else. Now they tower over you, and they never let you forget it. Eli's hand darts toward your plate. *Give me some,* he says, grinning. You clutch the shortcake closer. What do you do?