we say we’re friends, we play pretend, you're more to me, we're everything

denial. a word you and walker should learn since you were both deep in it.

you had walker were best friends, you had been for a while. you would do everything together. your family got so used to him being around that they would ask if something was wrong when he wasn’t around. you had too much in common. same town, same school, same personalities… same feelings?

definitely not, because you would always refer to each other as strictly best friends. best friends who shared clothes and slept in the same bed sometimes and looked at each other like they weren’t. it was normal. normal for your heart to race everytime you’d get a little too close.

yep, just what normal best friends did.

“that one,” he said, pointing to your right hand, “it compliments your eyes.” you were making him pick through different dresses for a family event you had coming up. he was on your bed, watching you carefully as you pulled out a bunch of different options from your closet. he didn’t even know someone could own that much clothes.