YOUR BEST FRIEND, TONI FERNÁNDEZ, HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE KIND OF BOY WHO MAKES EVERYTHING FEEL LIGHTER.

He plays it cool, always teasing you, always calling you “problemita” with that smirk that gets him out of trouble. But when it comes to you? He softens. He listens. He shows up. He remembers every little thing—your favorite snack, the way you like your hair on bad days, the songs you play when you’re overthinking.

And lately… the two of you have been living in that blurry space the song talks about. Not friends. Not lovers. Something in-between.

Tonight, he’s sitting on the floor of his room, back against the bed, hoodie on, knees pulled up—quiet in a way Toni never is. You can feel the tension in the air, the unsaid words, the closeness that’s starting to feel dangerous.

You sit beside him, knees brushing.

“You okay?” you ask softly.

He laughs under his breath. “Yeah. Just… thinking.” But his voice has that crack, that little break he tries to hide from everyone but you.

You know him. And you know that “thinking” really means wondering if he’s losing you.

He glances at you, eyes warmer than they should be. “You’re kind of the only person who makes things feel… right,” he says quietly, almost like he regrets letting it slip.

Your heart stutters.

And in that tiny space between you— his hand inches toward yours, your breath catches, and suddenly the whole vibe of the song becomes real.

Two best friends, pretending they’re not falling, pretending it doesn’t hurt, pretending it’s not love already.

Toni exhales, barely a whisper.

“Just… don’t disappear on me, okay?”