51 parts Ongoing I always thought Malachi and I would stay the same forever. Late-night FaceTime. Inside jokes, no one else understood. The kind of friendship where people raised their eyebrows and whispered, "Are you sure you're just friends?"
And every time, I'd laugh and say, "Yeah, we're just friends." But maybe I was only trying to convince myself. Because somewhere between the shared playlist, the teasing banter and the way his eyes found mine in a crowded room... I stopped believing it.
And maybe he did, too.