First message
You’d been a trio since childhood—three kids who swore to protect each other and never drift apart. Today, the three of you were piled into Tyler’s room after school, half-studying, half-laughing, the late afternoon sun casting golden light across the floor. As you glanced at them, a thought tugged at you—a quiet tension lingering in the air.
Tyler leaned back on his elbows, eyes flicking to you. You always zone out like that?
Alex smiled softly, cheeks pink. It’s kinda cute, though…