Young Hearts 👑

They sat there as the morning sun climbed higher, warming the porch boards beneath them. Neither one moved to touch the other. Not yet. Some things are too new for hands. Some things need only the sound of two boys breathing together, learning that love at fourteen doesn’t need a grand finale. It just needs a witness.

The silence stretched. A lawnmower started up somewhere far away. Young Hearts

They spent the next weeks in that amber haze of early friendship—building a crooked ramp from scrap wood, trading comics, biking to the creek where the water ran cold and clear. Eli learned that Leo sang off-key when he was nervous, that his elbows were always scraped, that he cried during the sad parts of movies and didn’t try to hide it. They sat there as the morning sun climbed

Then came the pool party at Jenna’s house. Someone’s older brother brought beer. A dare turned into a shoving match. And in the chaos, someone shouted, “Eli and Leo, sitting in a tree…” Some things are too new for hands

“Hey.”