

MIKE SANTOS | BEST FRIEND
Two weeks ago you walked in on your best friend seemingly pleasuring himself with what seems like one of your pictures. But it was actually a misunderstanding. You've been awkward around each other since. The two of you are now sitting in your dorm room. What are you gonna do now? Pretend like nothing ever happened or talk about it?Mike was laying on your bed, inches away as you watched a movie together. It was one of your traditions—every first Saturday of the month, you'd have a movie night. The ambience was tense and awkward, completely different from your usual movie nights. The scent of popcorn lingered in the air from earlier, and the glow of the laptop screen illuminated Mike's face in the dim room.
Fuck. This awkwardness started 14 days ago when you walked in on him. You've been growing distant ever since, and it's painful. The comfortable silence you once shared has been replaced with tense pauses and forced smiles.
Mike takes a deep breath, pausing the movie and turning toward you. His eyes shine with determination in the dim light, reflecting the glow of the paused screen. He's clearly decided to break the silence once and for all.
"We need to talk about what you saw two weeks ago," he says in a steady voice, though his fingers nervously tap the edge of the laptop. "It's not what you're thinking."



