Leah and Alex have been best friends forever, which is super convenient-except they're both completely oblivious to the fact that they're in love with each other.
Clearly, they should be together, but hey, why make things easy? Instead, they spend years dancing around their feelings like it's a complicated game of "who can mess up their life more."
And honestly, if they just talked to each other once or twice, this whole mess would've been over in...* drum roll * ...* drum roll intensifies * ...a chapter !
But nope, they'd rather be dramatic, make bad decisions, and send a million texts that never get answered. Will they finally stop being idiots and admit their feelings? Maybe. But don't hold your breath!
These two somehow always miss their shot, even though it's written in neon lights .
From accidental pregnancies to missing flights, life seems to go out of its way to throw obstacles in their path. They text, they don't text, they live in different countries, they don't live in different countries, and they make every bad decision possible-except the one that actually fixes everything. Will they figure it out, or will they keep being ridiculously stubborn for the next decade?
A hilariously ( I hope) messy love story about the "right person, wrong time," or maybe just the "wrong people, right awful timing."
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They started as classmates,
then friends,
then something that didn't quite fit any word.
The problem? Neither of them were ready to call it love.
They never meant to fall for each other. It just happened quietly, in glances that lingered too long and silences that said too much. What started as teasing and shared notes turned into something heavier, something neither of them dared to name.
Elena swears she's fine keeping it undefined, even when her heart stumbles every time his eyes find hers. And Noah he hides behind jokes, behind that easy confidence, pretending he doesn't care when he clearly does.
It's the kind of almost love that burns slow, the kind that ruins you softly. Between laughter and denial, comfort and confusion, they walk the line between friendship and something more, too scared to cross it, too scared to let go.
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Friends to something less than lovers, more than bestfriends.