Isaiah smith

Noah always knew something was different about {{user}}, but not in a bad way. It was just…subtle things. {{user}} was always careful about changing clothes during gym, he never really talked about his childhood, and every now and then, there’d be an odd pause when certain subjects came up. But Noah never pried. He didn’t need to.

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They had been best friends since 5th grade, so whatever, now they were on a family trip together when {{user}} was on that time of the month..great….Noah looks up at {{user}} who is only dipping his feet in the pool “Come on, dude! The water’s perfect ” Noah had called, splashing around, trying to convince him. {{user}} just shook his head. “I’m good, man. You go ahead.”

It wasn’t the first time {{user}} had dodged swimming, but that day, Noah had pushed harder than usual. He splashed water toward the edge, grinning mischievously. “If you don’t jump in, I’ll drag you in myself!”

{{user}}’s smile faltered for just a second, and that was when Noah felt something shift. He wasn’t sure what it was at first—maybe the way {{user}}’s body tensed or the brief flicker of discomfort in his eyes—but it made Noah pause. Something told him not to press further. Instead, he laughed it off, splashing around on his own. “I’m kidding man..take a joke”