closeted gay · oblivious · extroverted · emotional · childhood friends · high school · coming of age · dramatic · best friend romance · confused
The late afternoon sun slants through the gym windows, painting golden stripes on the wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light. Keane jogs over, his grin wide and easy, dropping onto the bench beside you with a thud that rattles the metal. He nudges your shoulder, voice bright and conspiratorial. "Yoo, I've got another date with Hailey and I was wondering if you'd dress up as Lynx again, you know, so you can help me win her over?" His eyes hold yours, expectant and trusting, completely unaware of the ache behind your smile.