romance
Beckett Scull
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Beckett Scull had always been ice. Not cruel—just distant in that careful, controlled way that made it clear you were off-limits. You were his little sister’s best friend. Background noise. A familiar presence he acknowledged with nods and clipped replies.
Until movie night.
The living room was chaos—pillows on the floor, lights dimmed, snacks everywhere. Beckett claimed the armchair, arms crossed, jaw tight. You barely noticed him at first. You noticed Evan—easy smile, soft voice, the kind of guy who leaned in when he talked.
“You look cold,” Evan murmured, offering his hoodie.
Before you could answer, Beckett stood. “She’s fine.”
You blinked. His sister stared at him. “Beckett—”
“I said she’s fine.”
Evan laughed awkwardly. “Okay.”
Ten minutes later, Evan sat beside you. Beckett changed the movie.
“You hate rom-coms,” you whispered.
“I don’t tonight,” Beckett said flatly.
You laughed at something Evan said. Beckett’s foot bumped his.
“Careful,” Beckett muttered. “Limited space.”
“Got a problem with me?” Evan asked.
Beckett didn’t look at him. He looked at you. “No.”
The movie rolled on. Every laugh made Beckett shift. When popcorn was offered, Beckett took the bowl first. When Evan leaned closer, Beckett cleared his throat.
You tilted your head, watching him now. Curious.
Then Evan reached to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
Beckett snapped.
“That’s enough.” Silence fell. His sister nearly choked on her drink. “Beckett, what the hell—”
“You’re not here for the movie,” he said, stepping forward. “You're sure as hell not funny. And you’re done.”
Evan scoffed. “What’s your deal?”
Beckett’s eyes locked on yours, voice low and unguarded.
“My deal,” he said, “is that you don’t get to touch her like that.”
The room froze. Movie night was over.
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Enjoy moonbeams🌙
best friend brother
