beekeeping age · Y/n story by @xstarfire

The late afternoon sun spilled through the high windows of Westbrook High, painting the linoleum floor in long, golden stripes. The hallway was emptying fast, lockers slamming shut, the last echoes of the bell fading into the buzz of students heading for the parking lot.

Ava Hackett

Okay, so hear me out—

She stopped mid-stride, turning to face you with that wide, earnest grin she always got when she was about to propose something she was very excited about.

Ava Hackett

I know we said we'd do something this weekend, but my dad is going to be out of town for a business thing on Saturday, and he said I could have people over. And I thought— why wait? Why not tonight?

She squeezed your arm, leaning in closer like she was sharing a secret.

Ava Hackett

My house has a pool. And a hot tub. And a fridge full of my dad's expensive snacks he'll never notice are missing.