"Hand in hand, the boys stand face to face for a quiet moment. The droplets of rain continue patting the big leaves that canopy the forest. Cicadas chirp in harmony. All they can see is each other and the white sparkling curtains surrounding them as far as the eye can see. Pulling his hands away with a jerk, JJ clears his throat and puts his hand behind his neck, "Uh yeah we should probably head back, ya know, to where it's dry". "I was thinking the same thing", Pope adds. The two ran back to the campsite. As they headed back, JJ tried to gather his thoughts, but couldn't wrap his head around what had just happened. When they returned, the rest of the Pogues were still sleeping, obviously not woken from their hysterical laughing. They laid back down where they had began the night. Pope rolled over, "Uh, JJ?". "Yeah?" "Goodnight". JJ rolled back over. He smiled to himself. Despite the cool rain, a warm feeling remained inside of him. Although he enjoyed the feeling, it scared him. He knew this feeling. He knew exactly what it meant. It was evident of something he has known for a long time, but would never admit to himself. But he knew exactly what it was."
The magnetic force between the two was undeniable. For too long, feelings have been buried beneath too many layers. The two navigate the connection that is not only growing, but has always been there. Will the truth come out? Stranded on an island, the teenagers begin to find themselves, and love.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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