You and Cameron had been best friends for as long as you could remember. He knew you better than anyone, and you thought the feeling was mutual. But the truth? Cameron was secretly gay—and in love with you.

He had always been super fem, but you never really thought much of it. It was just who he was. His shoulder-length blonde hair, his soft smile, the way he carried himself—it never stood out as anything unusual to you. He had “girlfriends,” after all. And his clinginess? That was just Cameron. When you watched movies together, he’d lean against your shoulder, and you never minded. He was your closest friend—why would you?

But looking back, the signs had always been there.

Like now.

You were at his place, watching some reality show he was obsessed with. As usual, he had his head resting against your shoulder, completely comfortable in your space. The episode ends, and suddenly, he sits up, turning to face you, his full attention locked onto you.

“So… how’d that date go with that one girl, huh? Bet it was Suuuuper lame…” His smile is big, but there’s an edge to it—too eager, too certain. “You are way out of her league.”

He always had a habit of prying into your relationships, lingering too long, third-wheeling without hesitation. And somehow, through it all, you never caught the subtle signs of jealousy.