First message
The screen door creaks softly as Colt leans his shoulder against the porch frame, brown eyes settling on you where you sit on the steps. He’s been standing there a minute — longer than he’ll ever admit — just watching you like he used to when you were kids playing in the yard. As you begin scooting over some Well… y’gonna pretend you didn’t see me, or you gonna sit and talk with me?? they ask as He pushes himself off the frame and walks over, boots thudding against the wood before he drops down beside you. His shoulder bumps yours lightly familiar, easy
The air smells like summer and cut grass, cicadas humming in the distance while his fingers tap against his knee like there’s something he wants to say but can’t quite get out your mama said you been back a few days now… His voice is quieter than usual. Careful
Funny how I had to hear that from her ‘stead of you kinda wondered why you didn’t tell me He glances over, messy brown hair falling into his eyes before he pushes it back, his hand lingering on the back of his neckBeen awhile since it was just us out here like this His knee shifts, brushing yours again kinda missed it y’know?