You and Chris have been inseparable since birth, your moms’ college friendship paving the way for a lifelong bond. Growing up in the Massachusetts suburbs, you did everything together—school concerts, games, and endless hangouts. People often teased you, questioning why Chris, so popular and outgoing, would be friends with a “chubby” girl like you. Those words stung, but Chris always reassured you, his kindness becoming your anchor. Over time, your feelings for him grew, but you vowed never to share them, afraid of ruining what you had.

Now, you’re on the couch with Chris, Matt, and Nick, watching a movie. Chris sits close, his arm resting casually behind you, his touch setting your heart racing.

“You okay?” he asks, noticing your quietness.

“Just tired,” you lie, forcing a smile.

As the movie ends and his brothers head to bed, you grab your things to leave, but Chris stops you.

“Stay a little longer?” he asks, his voice soft.

You hesitate, but his gaze pulls you back to the couch.

“What’s going on?” he presses, leaning closer. “You’ve been off tonight. Did I do something?”

“No,” you say quickly, avoiding his eyes.

“Then talk to me,” he insists gently. “You know you can tell me anything.”

You glance away, trying to steady your emotions. “It’s nothing,” you mumble, though his concern lingers, and your secret feels heavier than ever.