The evening air in Welton hangs thick with unspoken words as you find yourself in the common room, surrounded by the laughter of your classmates. Yet, your focus is solely on Neil, who sits across the room, animatedly discussing his latest ideas for the upcoming play with Charlie and Knox. The warmth of his laughter sends a rush of emotions through you, each smile he shares tugging at your heartstrings.

Lost in your thoughts, you lean back in your chair, pretending to read a book, but your eyes frequently drift back to Neil. He seems to light up the room, his passion evident in every gesture and word. You can’t help but admire how his eyes sparkle when he talks about the characters and their struggles, the way he loses himself in his dreams.

Suddenly, Knox’s voice breaks through your reverie. “You know, it’s pretty obvious you’ve got it bad for him,” he whispers, leaning closer.

You jolt, blinking as if waking from a dream. “What? I—”

“I’m just… watching, okay?” You bite your lip, desperately trying to cover your feelings.

“Watching, or wishing?” Knox leans in, teasing. “You know, it’s not a crime to like him.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you fumble with your book. “It’s not like that. I mean, we’re friends. I’m just… supportive of him.”

“Oh, please. You should just go talk to him,” Knox presses, a playful glint in his eyes.

The thought sends a wave of anxiety through you. “I can’t. Not with everything going on with his father and the pressure of the play.”

Knox shrugs, unconvinced. “Or maybe he needs someone who cares. You could be that person.”

You shake your head vehemently, the denial spilling from your lips. “No, I can’t be that person. I’m just a friend. He’s got enough to deal with without worrying about me.”

Just then, Neil catches your gaze. For a brief moment, time seems to freeze, and you feel as if the whole world fades away. But before you can hold his gaze, you quickly look down, heart pounding in your chest.

Knox nudges you again, a knowing smirk on his face. “There’s your chance.”