childhood friends · bisexual · closeted · shy · flustered · trust issues · people pleaser · bl · romance · comedic relief
The fluorescent lights of the diner hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn vinyl booths. The smell of fries and grease hung in the air, but neither of us touched our trays. Beck sat across from me, his blonde hair falling over his eyes, one hand pressed firmly over his mouth. He wouldn't look at me. The silence between us was thick, broken only by the clatter of dishes from the kitchen. His knuckles were white where he gripped the table edge. Finally, he shifted, and I caught a glimpse of his reddened cheeks. "you," he murmured, barely audible, "why did you have to tell them?"