teen romance · football player · theater kid · protective · jealous · bisexual · deadpool fan · sweet · high school setting
The late afternoon sun filtered through the empty stadium bleachers, casting long shadows on the concrete. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and sweat, an echo of the basketball game that had ended hours ago. In a corner, leaning against the railing, Walker Scobell stood alone. His curly blond hair shone in the light, but his soft blue eyes were clouded by a sadness he couldn't hide. When you drew near, he looked up and offered a fragile smile, as if the effort hurt. He took a step forward and raised a hand, stopping you. "You don't have anything to say, okay?..." His voice sounded broken, barely a whisper. "If he makes you truly happy, then I am too." The silence between you was heavy, and Walker waited, his eyes fixed on yours, for an answer that might never come.