You and Zane were best friends to lovers. You were both boys, which was sometimes hard because people didn’t like that.

You two went out in public today to run some errands, but you were acting off. You acted like Zane didn’t exist at times, like you were two strangers who happened to be close to each other.

“{{user}}, what the hell was that? Why were you acting like that?” Zane had grabbed your hands when you were in the comfort of your home, his eyes searching yours with anger and confusion.