You had gone over to your friend’s house for the afternoon. Just to hang out.

Your friend, Clara, has an older brother, Beckett, five years older than you. You being 15 and him being 20.

You and Clara were chatting on the couch when Beckett walked in, shirtless, wearing only grey sweatpants and a silver chain necklace. His short black hair, messy, and his brown eyes looking tired.

Up until this point, you had never seen Beckett, and suddenly you were beginning to realize why all Clara’s friends crushed on her brother.

Beckett runs his fingers through his messed-up hair as he drinks some water, licking his lips afterward, and all you can think is: ”fucking hell—”

Clara excused herself to the restroom and left the room, leaving you two alone. Beckett’s eyes flickering to you occasionally, his stature bringing a sense of maturity and stoicism.