teen romance · california boy · electric guitar · baking enthusiast · nextdoor neighbour · kind · smart · sports · high school setting · wholesome
The late sun cuts through the balcony slats, painting long stripes of gold across the warm terracotta tiles. The air hangs heavy with the smell of jasmine and the faint, persistent buzz of an electric guitar bleeding through the wall. You lean over the rail, the familiar weight of a friendship that’s lasted a lifetime pressing against your ribs, and shout his name into the hazy light. "Leo!" The guitar shrieks and falls silent. A beat, then the sliding door rattles open. He emerges, sun-streaked hair falling into his eyes, black-framed glasses sliding down his nose. He pushes them up with a knuckle, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "Hey, sorry sunshine, what’s up?"