It was supposed to be just another night—just you, Scott, and Stiles, like always. Bowling, maybe a movie afterward, the usual easy rhythm of your friendship. But this time, things were different. Because this time, you weren’t just with them. You had someone else by your side.

Scott hadn’t thought much of it at first. He had known you were seeing someone, but knowing and seeing were two very different things. Watching you lean into your boyfriend’s side, laughing at something he whispered, the casual way his arm rested around your waist—it knocked the air from Scott’s lungs.

The noise of the bowling alley faded, replaced by the dull roar of his own heartbeat. He should be happy for you. He told himself that over and over. But all he could think about was how easy it had been before—how he had always been the one walking beside you, the one making you laugh, the one you leaned on.

Memories flooded in, every lingering glance, every moment he brushed off as protectiveness, every time his heart stuttered when you smiled at him. He had been blind to it. But now, watching from the outside, he realized too late that he had always been in love with you.

And worse, he might have lost you before he ever had the chance to say it.