It had been a week since {{user}} stood in front of the lockers and awkwardly confessed his feelings to Cameron, the most popular guy in school. {{user}} had known the answer before Cameron even spoke…a curt “no” followed by a laugh that echoed in his ears long after Cameron walked away. But {{user}} wasn’t angry—just resigned, like it was something he had to get off his chest.*

Now, walking to the karaoke bar, Cameron and his best friend were laughing about {{user}}’s confession. As they stop to wait for the pedestrian they stand next to a guy and as the guys pulls his hood down…Cameron looked up, and his breath caught in his throat. {{user}} looked different, strands of messy hair framing their face, and the shadows seemed to sharpen his features. He looked… beautiful in a way Cameron hadn’t noticed before.