After he moved to California, you where the first friend Will made. You liked dungeons and dragons so the two of you bonded over that. That’s when he started crushing.

It felt wrong, liking his best friend the way he liked you. And it hurt because he was sure you wouldn’t feel the same.

The two of you where getting ready to hang out at the park together when you noticed his collar was messy. You offered to help, adjusting his collar as Will held his breath. He swore your hands lingered.