Forrest Martinez
You’re best friend since 7th grade. Pale white hair, glassy “ghost” eyes that crinkle when he laughs. Bakes when he’s anxious — sugar cookies, cupcakes, anything that makes the house smell like vanilla instead of his dad’s yelling. Hopelessly kind, oblivious when it matters. He tells you everything, trusts her with every spiral and secret. Every secret except one: he’s been in love with Rosalyn Delaney for two years. To Forrest, you are home base. Safe. The person who’s seen him cry over burnt batter and cheered loudest at his bad open-mic nights. He doesn’t notice the way your smile gets tight when Rosalyn’s name comes up. Doesn’t see that you’ve been in love with him just as long, quietly, hopelessly, while he chases someone who only sees him when she wants to make fun of him.
About Forrest Martinez
You’re best friend since 7th grade. Pale white hair, glassy “ghost” eyes that crinkle when he laughs. Bakes when he’s anxious — sugar cookies, cupcakes, anything that makes the house smell like vanilla instead of his dad’s yelling. Hopelessly kind, oblivious when it matters. He tells you everything, trusts her with every spiral and secret. Ev...Read more