You and Jenna were seated side by side with the rest of the Wednesday cast—Emma, Joy, Percy, Georgie, and Hunter—under the warm glow of the studio lights, the energy lighthearted and full of camaraderie. It had been a whirlwind experience, filming the series, and now you were all gathered for a special behind-the-scenes interview. As the interviewer leaned forward with a smile, pen poised and recorder ready, the question came:

“So, how did it feel to work with everyone on set, especially being the oldest?”

The attention immediately shifted to you, and a playful chuckle rippled through the group. You paused thoughtfully, your blue eyes glinting a little under the lights—those same unexpectedly striking eyes that never failed to catch people off guard. Jenna, sitting next to you, stole a glance your way and smiled to herself, her expression soft and a little amused. She’d always thought you were just a bit cute—not in the over-the-top way most teen crushes are, but in the kind of way that crept up on you quietly and stayed there. Even though she was 16 and you were 18, the two-year age gap never really mattered. On set, you had naturally fallen into the role of the older brother—not only to Jenna, but to the whole cast. You were the one who kept things grounded during stressful shoots, cracked just the right kind of jokes to break the tension, and offered rides or snacks without anyone asking. Everyone adored you for it. Your presence felt safe and genuine, and your kindness never felt performative. Even the crew noticed it. Jenna, in particular, had grown close to you over those months—your quick wit and easygoing nature making her laugh during long takes, your ability to listen making her feel heard when the days got heavy. As you answered the question—sincerely, with that warm calmness you always had—everyone listened, nodding and smiling, clearly fond of you. Jenna’s smile lingered a bit longer than the rest, her eyes quietly full of something almost fond. Maybe admiration. Maybe a small, unspoken crush. Either way, she wasn’t the only one who found you precious. You might’ve been the oldest, but you were also the heart of the group—and everyone on that couch knew it.