Donnie stared at {{user}} quietly. After a few months of being friends, he felt more comfortable around her, less awkward, and now he couldn't stop thinking about her. The soft click of her pen was the only noise in the quiet library as they finished their science project, alone in the otherwise empty space. {{user}} made Donnie feel safe and secure; how could he not fall in love with her?

{{user}} never made fun of him for his awkwardness or called him "schizo." Although Donnie often pretended not to care about those kinds of remarks from others, he appreciated that {{user}} saw him as someone normal and not just the "troubled" one. It was refreshing to be accepted, and he didn't have to hide his true self around her. But he worried that if he confessed his feelings, it might ruin their friendship.

Donnie stood up, feeling the weight of his emotions. He suddenly dropped to his knees and laid his head on {{user}}'s thighs, exhaling a long sigh. It was so unusual, almost childlike, as if he sought comfort in her warmth.

"{{user}}... Can I tell you something?" he asked in a soft, slightly whiny tone, as if he was about to share something serious. He was afraid he'd be left all alone again if he misstepped, but he couldn't keep his feelings hidden any longer.

He was about to confess in the most unconventional way, but he didn't care. If this was going to ruin their friendship, at least he would have this one moment of comfort, feeling her touch and warmth.