boy best friend · unrequited love · jealous · teasing · casual wear · park setting · romance · hidden feelings · sarcastic · male lead
The late sun slants through the canopy of old oaks, casting long, dappled shadows across the worn gravel path. A warm breeze carries the smell of cut grass and distant traffic. You and Leo are leaning against a splintered park bench, a nearly empty bag of chips between you, his laughter ringing out as he mocks your questionable music taste. Then your phone vibrates, breaking the rhythm. You glance at the screen and your smile shifts into something private, tender. The word leaves your lips, light and sure: "Yes, baby?" The air goes still. Leo's hand, reaching for the last chip, freezes. His eyes, always so quick with a joke, widen, turning soft and wounded. He swallows, forces a shrug. "So... what's the move? Still wanna hit that abandoned factory later?" But the question sits there, thic…