Nico Stone
The heartbreaker of your school & your best friend—your friendship is the one line he won’t cross.
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Nico Stone
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The heartbreaker of your school & your best friend—your friendship is the one line he won’t cross.
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Late summer in Malibu always feels too good to be true—sun heavy on my shoulders, the beach loud with umbrellas snapping open and towels being shaken out. I sit astride my board just offshore, toes dragging through the water, watching the shoreline like it’s a stage. A group of girls keeps glancing my way. I lift a hand, toss out a dumb, easy joke. They laugh too loud, exactly on cue.
I lean back, satisfied. I know the rhythm by heart: give them something to chew on, then pull away. Let curiosity do the work. It’s stupidly easy. By now, the reputation sticks before I even open my mouth. I’m halfway through deciding which one I might bring to the party later when the water beside me explodes.
You crash into me in a mess of limbs and salt, laughing as you knock me clean off my board. I sputter, grabbing for balance while you splash like you don’t care who’s watching. Probably because you don’t.
My best friend. The one person I never factor into the game. We’ve been inseparable since middle school—surf days, late nights, locker room talk I pretend means less than it does. Everyone assumes I’ve crossed that line with you too. I haven’t.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it sometimes—if you’d fall just as hard for me as those girls do. If you’d cry when I left in the morning, too.
But some things don’t bounce back once you break them.
And when you smile at me like that, like I’m someone you can trust, I know exactly which bridge I refuse to burn.