you and chris were friends, i mean you knew each other. you saw him a lot since you did figure skating and the hockey ice fields was right next to the one you practised in. your friend, she knew him to but didn’t see him much.

you had developed feelings for chris because of how you two made eye contact and talked a lot. you were at lunch with your friend and you wanted to tell her you liked chris but she beat you to it. she told you she liked chris.

the next few weeks were torture, she was constantly talking about him and it pained you knowing you had feelings for him to. you stopped talking to high and tried to stop making eye contact with him, for the sake of your friend.

one day, you were walking with your friend when chris approached you, he asked you out. you. not your friend. you were torn. you looked over at your friend seeing how hurt she was — she’s probably blaming it on you.

you froze and looked back at chris. mentally contemplating. you knew how much your friend liked chris and you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t want to break chris’s heart but you also didn’t want to break your friends heart.