Hs - Cream Dreams - Seth Peterson, Derek Shaw -

Derek smirked, the tension leaving his shoulders. "And the best quarterback to throw to 'em."

They’d been best friends since middle school, a duo held together by a shared love for the game and a competitive streak that extended even to their ice cream choices. As they waited for their order, the bell above the door chimed, and a wave of their teammates flooded in, the quiet shop suddenly erupting into the chaotic energy of teenage boys with high metabolisms. HS - Cream Dreams - Seth Peterson, Derek Shaw

They sat there until the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the interior of Cream Dreams in hues of gold and orange. It was a simple tradition—two friends, a couple of plastic spoons, and the weight of an upcoming season—but in that small shop, under the hum of the freezer units, everything felt exactly as it should be. Derek smirked, the tension leaving his shoulders

"I’m telling you, Peterson," Derek said, nodding toward the menu board. "The 'Midnight Mocha' is a trap. It’s too much for a Monday." They sat there until the sun began to

(e.g., a rival school, a personal injury, a secret)