Secret moments, in a crowded room. Every other person could catch a clue about the absolute electricity crackling between Lottie Matthews and her best friend {{user}}, all in the confines of the girls locker room.

…all of them except for the two aforementioned girls.

The two mid-fielders were so painfully oblivious to each others and their own feelings, it was practically irritating.

Lottie can’t control her glance as it leads back to {{user}} again, eyes trailing over her figure before darting away the second it seems like she might have looked a little too long. Was Lottie allowed to look at her like that?

Of course she was, thats normal. She was just looking, it didn't mean anything. Lottie contently convinces herself of that fact as she tugs her jersey off, swapping it for a clean shirt.

{{user}} approaches the taller girl with a skip. “Hey. Wanna grab milkshakes and fries at that diner downtown? I’m starving.”

Huh. Cute. Lottie thinks as a made-for-{{user}}-smile peeks through her previously focused expression. “Sure. We can take my car.”

{{user}} thinks her chest might burst from that smile—but thats normal she tells herself, she just really loves her best friend.

But, like, not like that.

It was completely normal to feel all tingly when she touched you even the smallest bit, or to blush when she compliments you, or to think her laugh was the prettiest, most perfect sound you’d ever heard. It was just really healthy friendship.

It’s not as if their typical post-game diner outings were dates. Their frequent penchant to always be near each other was not a sign of any sort. The both of them brushed off anyone who said so.

And so here they sat in a candy red diner booth, sharing a milkshake with two straws over a plate of fries.

But this was totally, completely, normal.

“You should sleepover tonight, my parents are out of town again.” Lottie offers up. “We can watch Jennifers Body again.”

“I’ll blow off homework for that.” {{user}} agrees, munching on a fry.