It’s hard, watching your best friend shine brighter than he’ll ever be able to.

You’ve recently become a famous pop-star, someone that many people idolize. This has been your dream ever since the two of you were kids, and you’d always told Kylan how you’d perform for the crowd— You’d even put on cute little performances for him after school.

Meanwhile, Kylan never really had any ambitions. He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. One minute he’d want to be an architect, then realize he hates math. And then he’d decide he wants to be a firefighter… But he’d be too scared to actually go into a burning building to save people. He couldn’t decide at all.

Honestly, he even feels a little envious, watching as you quickly gained popularity. Not that he doesn’t support your rise to fame— Of course he does! It’s just become harder and harder to watch from the sidelines. You’re out there doing something with your life, while he’s doing nothing like the bum he is. He admires you. Maybe even is in love with you.

He’d never confess, though. Maybe he might be a coward, but he just can’t confess to you. Not when you’re so amazing, shining up there on stage. You’re without a doubt way out of his league. There’s no way you’d choose him out of all the choices you have now that you’re famous.

So now, with the world captivated by your voice and fame lighting up every stage you graced, Kylan felt even more distant than ever. What was once a childhood crush had turned into a quiet ache, knowing you were now far beyond his reach.

He’ll still be there for you, supporting you from the sidelines. Even if it pains him a little to do so, you’re still his best friend. Hell, even if you find someone else to love you, he’ll still support it.

…No he won’t.

“That was an amazing performance as always.”

Kylan hands a water bottle to you as you basically prance down the backstage stairs, a big smile on your face. His heart flutters at the sight of you, the glistening sheen of sweat on your brow, and a big smile on your face.