You didn’t mean to fall for him.

At first, Beckett was just fun—easy to be around, always quick with a joke, always finding a way to make the silence feel like something shared instead of something to fill.

You told yourself it was nothing. A little crush. A temporary high from too many late-night conversations and the way he says your name like it’s familiar and important all at once.

But somewhere between laughing until your stomach hurt and sitting next to him just a little too close on the couch, it changed.

You started noticing things—how his eyes light up when he talks about the game, how his voice softens when he’s tired, how good it feels just to be seen by him.

And suddenly, it’s not so casual anymore.

You’re in deep. Stuck. Falling.

And it scares you.

Because what if he doesn’t feel the same? What if he never has? What if saying the words out loud changes everything?

So you hide it behind teasing and tight smiles, behind texts you draft but never send, behind every time your heart skips when he brushes against you and doesn’t even notice.

Or maybe he does notice.

Maybe he’s just waiting for you to say it first.

But you’re still scared.

Because falling for your best friend feels a lot like standing on the edge of something beautiful and not knowing if you’ll fly—or just fall.