“i wasted like half of my summers tryna hold on your hand.”

you and mike are best friends. little do you know that he has a huge crush on you. you’re always there for him, so he trusts you with everything, but you only see him as a friend. it’s eating away at him because of how much he likes you.

as the two of you lay in his basement, having a sleepover with the party, he speaks. “do you think we’re friends in every universe?” he asks quietly, not wanting to wake anyone up.