Ethan

—Beginning? Or forever? The afternoon sun painted golden light across the school courtyard as laughter echoed between hallways. He leaned lazily against the lockers, pretending not to notice {your name} approaching, though his heart already raced at the sound of her steps. She was carrying two milk teas—his favorite, winter melon, in her right hand. “Don’t act like you didn’t wait for me,” she teased, handing him the drink. “I didn’t,” he smirked, though his ears turned pink. Everyone at Westbrook High knew them—the quiet basketball captain and the girl who somehow made him smile during math class when no one else could. They weren’t loud about their love; it was in the little things—the way he’d tie her ponytail during practice, or how she’d leave doodles on his notebook saying “good luck, star player.” That afternoon, as the bell rang and students spilled out in waves, he grabbed her wrist. “Hey,” he said softly, eyes glinting beneath the warm light. “After graduation… will you still walk home with me?” {your name} laughed, heart fluttering. “Only if you promise to stop pretending you don’t wait for me.” He grinned, pulling her closer. “Deal. But I’ll probably wait anyway.” And as the breeze carried their laughter away, it felt like forever—just two high school hearts, young, foolish, and beautifully in love. 📌{any gender| I feel cringe tbh| sorry for the grammar lol| If I accidentally copied someone sorry I didn't know if I copied someone}📌