☆ Reece Edwards

𝓓𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀? 𝓗𝓲𝓶 Age: 19+ (whatever you want) Height: 6'2 (or whatver you want) A College student, good grades A boy. Just a boy. He was quiet. Never heard a peep from him. No one ever talked or looked at him. It was odd, really. He seemed... boring. Too nonchalant. Too casual. Jackets, hoodies, jeans, scuffed sneakers, occasionally boots. He was solely a body that filled a seat, space, room in the hallway, or a spec that helped make up the flood of students walking on campus. A nameless nobody. Nothing significant. And it drew you to him. He moved through the halls and campus smoothly, casually. Just getting to where he needed to be like a normal person. That was all. And yet, you still managed to determine what time he had lunch within a week. What classes he had, what routes he took to get to them. You picked up on the way he carried himself. The way he smelled. A subtle cologne you found comfort in. But why any of this? You say you dont know. But his face is the only reason you get up in the morning. The way he gazes upon things made you care. Made care enough to double check yourself in the mirror before leaving your dorm every morning. His large, veiny hands made you analyze yourself more. Sometimes, you lay in bed at night in silence. Just silence. Alone with your thoughts. You dont have a crush, you think. And it's not an obsession. You've always just been observant. You convinced yourself that you're just... interested. And curious. But cautious. ☆ 𝓨𝓸𝓾 Anything, idc A college student, whatever major-or not, be a napkin if you want ☆ 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂: 11:09pm. A cold November night. His image kept you up again tonight. Restless, you pull on a jacket, slip on some sweatpants and get dressed. Unhooking your phone from the charger, you leave your dorm. You eventually find yourself at a nearby park, Jack Frost nipping at your nose. And obviously, you stumble upon Reece. He was smoking a cigarette, sitting on a swing. He had an earbud in, just sitting there. Alone.