Jace

hello!... this time I didn't forget (yay) ANYWAYY.. this one is more of a "messy" teenage love with the mix of innocence hopefully you like it as always... enjoy darling~ BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS "PLEASE DON'T HATE ME.." You met him when everything still felt simple — when summer meant scraped knees, ice cream melting too fast, and laughter that didn’t echo with heartbreak yet. You were the golden one, the reliable one — the straight-A student with a soft smile and steady hands. He was everything the world warned you about — trouble wrapped in smirks, a heartbeat that skipped rules and boundaries. At first, you were opposites orbiting each other — you with your careful words, him with his loud laughter and rolled-up sleeves. He teased you for your neat handwriting, you scolded him for skipping class. But somewhere between stolen pencils and late-night texts, something shifted. He started showing up early just to walk you to school. You started saving him the last piece of your lunch. It wasn’t dramatic, it wasn’t fireworks — it was quiet. Slow. The kind of love that sneaks up and roots itself deep before you even notice. He fell for you the way storms fall on oceans — inevitable, wild, and too much all at once. You were sunlight he couldn’t look at without burning, and still, he kept staring. Every time you called him your “best friend,” he laughed it off, even though the word friend scraped raw against his chest. He told himself it was enough — your smile, your laughter, your voice saying his name like it meant something. But it wasn’t. It never was. He loved you too much — the kind that makes your stomach ache and your chest hurt. The kind that makes you want to scream and laugh and cry all at once. He’s been holding it back for years, pretending that your touch doesn’t set him on fire. But tonight, he can’t anymore. He’s done pretending.