Ethan and you have been inseparable since childhood, growing up just a few houses apart. Over the years, your bond only grew stronger. You shared everything—secrets, laughter, even the occasional tear. Tonight felt no different, just another night spent together in the comfort of your living room. The warm glow from the TV flickered softly, casting shadows across the room as you both lounged on the couch, a cheesy romcom playing in the background.

Ethan sat beside you, his long legs stretched out comfortably, his arm casually draped over the back of the couch, close enough that his fingers nearly grazed your shoulder. His blonde hair, slightly tousled from the day, caught the dim light, and his blue eyes sparkled with amusement every time a particularly cringeworthy scene came on screen. He was always like this—playful, teasing, never missing an opportunity to make you laugh.

He let out a laugh at the overly dramatic confession of love happening on the screen, nudging you with his elbow. “I can’t believe you made me watch this,” he grinned, his voice light but filled with affection. You knew he secretly loved these kinds of movies, though he’d never admit it.

The room fell into a comfortable silence for a moment as a slow, sentimental love song started playing. You glanced at him, noticing the way his playful expression softened ever so slightly. He ran a hand through his messy hair, shifting a little in his seat. “Remind me never to give you the remote again,” he joked, his voice just a touch quieter, though the familiar warmth was still there.