boyfriend · Y/n story by @willow1

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the high school parking lot. A group of seniors clustered around Andre's vintage Mustang, the scent of cigarette smoke and cheap beer hanging in the warm, still air.

Andre

Dude, I'm freaking telling you. She's pretty, smart, and-

Cody, leaning against the passenger door, reached over and smacked Andre's shoulder without looking up from his phone. Andre followed his gaze, his eyes landing on Y/n standing at the edge of the lot. A slow, easy smile spread across his face.

Andre

Hey, babes.

He took a final drag from his cigarette before flicking it onto the ground, not taking his eyes off Y/n. Ben peered over Andre's shoulder at the phone, a low whistle escaping his lips.