Text me at 2:47 A.M.

Character introduction

Meeeet your characters-

𝑺𝒌𝒚𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 felt like morning sun and midnight spirals.

She was Nutella on waffles, all sticky fingers and happy eyes, even when people stared.
Messy hair tucked into oversized hoodies, glitter chipped off her nails, and a phone screen glowing brighter than her sense of judgment.
She saved too many love quotes and believed in the kind of romance that started with arguments in group chats.
Her camera roll was filled with screenshots she'd never send and notes she couldn't delete.
Every night, she promised herself she wouldn't text him first.
Every night, her fingers betrayed her.
She lived in a world of pink skies, heartbreak playlists, and the loud kind of laughter that made people turn around.
But under all the chaos, she was soft.
Soft in the way that stays.
Soft in the way that writes poems about the people who never read them.

𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆 was silence with a pulse.
The kind of boy who never used emojis, but always knew the right thing to say.
Always cheery with his friend group and tended to have more mood swings then Skye.
He moved through hallways like background noise—there, but hard to hold on to.
Black hoodie, unread playlists, a mind full of storms he never spoke of.
He didn't flirt—at least not the way people expected.
But when he looked at her like she was the only person in the room, it was enough.
He remembered the things she said in passing,
listened when no one else did,
and never said more than necessary.
But somehow, his words hit like thunder when they came.
He was calm. Steady. Untouchable.
Until 2:47 a.m.,
when she texted, and he replied like he'd been waiting.

𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒌𝒚𝒆:

Her friend group knows. Everyone does. It's the way she lights up when his name pops up on her screen, or how she always somehow finds a way to bring him baked goods "just because."
Asher? He's a mood swing in a hoodie—cold one second, warm the next—but never anything but kind to her. Rational to a fault, infuriatingly calm, and still the one person who knows exactly how to bring her back when her thoughts spiral. He flirts—barely, softly, just enough to confuse her—but never oversteps. And when he replies late, her heart skips between "he's asleep" and "we're drifting" until his message finally pings in. They both love coffee and silent late-night chats. She's just started working out, and he's the gym boy who sends tips like "don't skip core," slipping them between jokes and subtle encouragement.
He's friends with her best friend too—but only Skye gets the gentler version of him. The one who listens. Who sends her favorite chocolates without asking. She keeps every wrapper like they're love letters in disguise.
She compliments him endlessly. He says little back, but the way he softens for her says everything.
They're both the clingy, hug-everyone kind of people—just not with each other. At least, not yet. Because in the hallway, when their eyes meet, it's all awkward glances, missed chances, and unsaid things.
It's slow. Soft. Complicated. And it's starting to feel like more than either of them expected.

Authors notee:
So fellas here are our characters 
love them honestly 
meet ya in the nextttt chapterr