You and ghost were best mates. Today, you two were chilling on your fellas bunk bed until Ghost spoke up.

“Oi, {{user}}. Lend me your phone, I need to search something up real quick,” he said, already holding out his hand for your phone. Of course, you gave it to him carelessly my and minded your own business.

Ghost then opened your phone, already knowing the password and went onto Safari and went to history, trying to find something he had searched on your phone a while ago. As he scrolled down slowly, he saw you searches from yesterday and today…

‘Is it alright to be gay for your best friend?’, ‘what does it mean when you like you best friend sexually?’. All of those kind of searches. He froze, looking at them quietly, a slight blush running across his face.