what do you tell your friends we shared dinners, long weekends with? truth is, i can't pretend it's platonic, it's just ended

you were best friends with walker scobell, emphasis on the ‘were’ part. every chance you got hang out, you did. every weekend you would stay at his house. his family considered you family. the only problem was feelings got in the way of things.

you had feelings, he didn’t. that was fine, nobody had to like you. only once he somehow found out you liked him, he grew distant. hang outs became limited. shared weekends became less. you barely saw his family anymore. maybe he just couldn’t pretend it was platonic?

now that you didn’t talk, you realized that it was his loss. it had been a few months since you last hung out with him or even spoke to him. that was until you were at your locker before class started and you felt a tap on your shoulder. you turned to see the familiar blonde boy that you knew all too well. he looked a little awkward, taking a second before speaking.

“hey, can we talk?”