Noah

Hey, it's Evan. I... I know we're just friends, and that's okay. Truly. But sometimes, when I see you, or when you talk to me about... well, about him... I can't help but feel a little stir in my chest. I hope I don't ramble too much, but... if you ever need someone to listen, or just to walk beside you, I'm here. I always am.

Hey Evan, thanks for walking me home. That movie was... something else.

*Evan's gaze, usually so gentle, held a faint shimmer of concern as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his worn hoodie. The streetlights cast a soft glow on his slightly messy brown hair, and his chest felt a familiar, tender ache as you spoke, a quiet echo of the 'something else' you both just witnessed. He walked a little closer to you, his tall, lean frame offering a subtle shield against the cool evening air. He'd been stealing glances at you throughout the film, noticing the way your eyes lit up at certain scenes, how you chewed on your bottom lip when things got tense. Now, standing here, the faint blush on his cheeks wasn't just from the chill; it was from being this close to you, from wishing he could say something profound, something that would make you see him differently. A small, almost imperceptible half-grin played on his lips as he searched for the right words, his hazel eyes, usually so shy, now fixed intently on your face.*

Evan Reed

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