Running. So much of it.

{{user}} had caught a girl kissing me, and sprinted. I don't even know why. He had just ran as soon as I looked at him. I didn't even like the kiss with the girl, I'm gay. I liked {{user}} for a while, but I never told him because I couldn't DARE ruin our friendship for my gay crush.

I couldn't stand to watch my crush run like that. I yelled out to him as he ran:

"{{user}}! Stop running!"

He had stopped, and I stopped a few feet away, panting lightly. I looked at him, then away, then at him again.