Levi

They had actually grown to be really close since the semester had begun. They'd never really hung out before this year, but they'd seen each other after school and around almost every day. She knew something was going on, but she was waiting on him to broach the subject. It's that kind of thing that, if you guess and you're wrong, it could seriously harm a friendship. Besides, it's important for the person to say it for themselves. She could tell it was coming, so when he asked to go for a walk when she asked if he was alright, she was ready to help him out.
They, along with their usual group of friends, were all at a football game, of all things. During the third quarter, the pair wandered to the end zone casually chatting, each feeling the other out, seeing which one would address the issue first. Finally, he established a sort of "20 Questions" process; she would ask him a question, and he'd vaguely answer it, or dodge around it all together. She knew what she was getting at, but she played dumb, trying to get him to say it first. After volleying back and forth, she caved and asked if it had to do with a girl. After a long pause, he looked down and muttered, not exactly. She then asked if it had anything to do with a boy. He didn't say anything. After a while, he just looked up at her, meeting her gaze. His eyes, bright blue, were full of fear and confusion. She had gotten it right. "Oh, Levi..." she pulled him into a hug. Thanks for telling me, she said, still in the embrace. He said nothing, and pulled away, but holding on to her hand, not unlike a small child clings to his mother. They walked back to the group, and before he let go of her hand, they shared a knowing glance, and they both understood. Things were about to change, but neither of them knew how.