Derek smirked, the tension leaving his shoulders. "And the best quarterback to throw to 'em."
When the server finally handed over Seth’s towering mocha sundae and Derek’s minimalist scoop of sea salt caramel, they retreated to their usual booth in the back. For a moment, the noise of the shop faded. HS - Cream Dreams - Seth Peterson, Derek Shaw
Seth Peterson leaned against the counter, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over the freezer display. He was the kind of guy who looked like he’d been born in a football jersey—all easy smiles and effortless confidence. Beside him, Derek Shaw was his polar opposite: lean, sharp-eyed, and perpetually restless, his fingers drumming a rhythmic beat against the wood. Derek smirked, the tension leaving his shoulders
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. Seth Peterson leaned against the counter, his broad
Seth laughed, a deep sound that drew glances from a group of freshmen in the corner. "It’s a classic, Shaw. You can’t go wrong with the classics. Besides, we just finished two-a-days. I think I’ve earned the extra fudge."
Seth dug his spoon into the fudge, his expression turning serious. "With you at wide receiver? We’ve got more than a shot. We’ve got the best hands in the county."