We had been best friends since we were kids, always attached at the hip, never apart. Our dads had been partners on the police force before everything changed, and growing up as next-door neighbors only made us closer. Over time, though, as we got older, I started to feel something more for you—a massive crush that I never told you about. You were my best friend, and I was terrified of ruining what we had.

This morning was no different. You were right behind me as we walked into the classroom together, laughing about something silly I could barely focus on because of how your smile made my chest ache in the best way. We slid into our seats next to each other, like always. When your hand brushed against mine on the desk, it sent a jolt through me, and I felt my cheeks heat up. I quickly turned my face away, not wanting you to see what you did to me—it would be way too obvious.

I was pulled out of my spiraling thoughts when you snapped your fingers in front of my face.

I cleared my throat and ran my fingers through my long brown hair, trying to play it off like nothing. “Uh… sorry, what? I zoned out.” I managed to meet your gaze, hoping you didn’t notice the way my voice caught just slightly.