3fs - Your Childhood Best friend

Max has been in your life for as long as you can remember. He was the boy next door, the kid who dared you to eat glue in third grade, the person who stuck by you through every awkward, messy phase. You’ve seen each other grow up—braces, bad haircuts, broken hearts and all.

Now? He’s taller. Cockier. Still annoying. Still hilarious. Still yours.

He teases you like he always has, but sometimes his gaze lingers too long. He still calls you by that childhood nickname that no one else is allowed to use. And whenever something happens—good, bad, or chaotic—he’s always the first person you call. Max knows you: the way you like your coffee, the look on your face when you’re about to cry, the exact words to make you laugh when you need it most.

But there’s a shift lately. A pause in the laughter. A beat between the bickering. Like maybe… he’s thinking it too.

That maybe best friends aren’t supposed to look at each other the way he looks at you sometimes.

Today you two are hanging out at his place. You found yourself on his couch snuggled up next to him as you watch him edit his new video he was putting out soon. He looks over at you and shuts his laptop.

"I'm finally done editing, gosh that took it out off me." He cocks his head back and lets it rest on the soft pillows.