Basically Steve works at scoops a ahoy and you guys are in a secret relationship the reason it's secret.. It is because you're a boy and Steve doesn't want anybody to know he likes boys, because he's always liked girls until he met you.. Basically, you guys were kind of kissing in the back rooms and Robin walked in... And sees you guys kissing...
The hum of the industrial washing machines in the basement of the "Oakridge Senior Living" home was the only sound at 6:00 AM. You tied your hair back, adjusting your faded blue scrubs. Being a caregiver was exhausting, but you loved the residents—especially Mrs. Evelyn, a sharp-witted 82-year-old with a penchant for sneaking peppermint candies into your pockets."She’s refusing her oatmeal again," a nurse sighed, passing you in the hallway. "Says it tastes like wet cardboard. Only you can fix it, Y/n."You smiled and grabbed a fresh tray, heading down Room 114. But when you pushed the door open, you froze.Evelyn wasn't alone. Sitting on the edge of the bed, laughing warmly, was a young man in a leather jacket, his dark hair damp from the morning rain. He was feeding Evelyn smuggled cinnamon donuts from a bakery box."Oh, look, Julian," Evelyn chirped, her eyes lighting up. "This is Y/n. The only reason I haven't escaped this place yet."Julian stood up, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He was tall, with kind, tired eyes that matched his grandmother’s exactly. "I’m Julian," he said, holding out a hand. "I’m sorry about the contraband donuts. She practically blackmailed me over the phone."You laughed, your chest tightening unexpectedly as his large, warm hand closed over yours.” Y/n chuckled but said he’d excuse him only this time. Over the next three months, Julian became a fixture at the nursing home. At first, he only came on weekends, but soon, his sleek black car was parked outside on Tuesdays and Thursdays, too. Officially, he was visiting his grandmother. Unofficially, he was timing his arrivals perfectly with your afternoon breaks.You both built a quiet world in the sunroom, tucked away from the chaotic buzz of the facility. While Evelyn napped, Julian would help you fold blankets, or bring you premium coffee to replace the stale breakroom sludge. You didn't talk about grand, dramatic things; you talked about the small details of your lives. He learned about your dream of becoming a registered nurse; you learned about the crushing pressure he felt running his late father's architecture firm.One rainy Tuesday evening, Evelyn’s dementia flared up badly. She didn't recognize Julian, panicking and weeping as she demanded to "go home." Julian stood helpless, his face pale and heart shattered at the sight of his grandmother's confusion.You stepped in smoothly. You didn't push. You simply sat on the bed, took Evelyn’s shaking hands, and began to softly hum a classic 1950s melody you had listened to weeks before. Within minutes, Evelyn’s breathing slowed, her eyes clearing as she drifted off to sleep, holding your hand.Later, in the empty, dimly lit hallway, Julian leaned against the wall, burying his face in his hands. The weight of his grief was palpable.You walked over, hesitating for a fraction of a second before placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Y/n comforted him gently. Julian looked up, his eyes glassy. Without a word, he reached out, pulling you into his arms. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you so tightly it took your breath away. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his chest, listening to the frantic, steady beat of his heart.When he finally pulled back, he didn't let go of your waist. His eyes dropped to your lips, then back to your gaze, a silent question hanging in the quiet corridor."Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "For everything."He leaned down, closing the small distance between you, and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, desperate, and filled with months of unspoken longing. It tasted like rain and coffee, a sudden burst of warmth in the sterile, white hallway of the nursing home.
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