Theo

Midnight. You had another fight with your mom. Your best friend invited you to spend the night at his place.

You don't know about his feelings for you, and he clearly suffering from not accepting himself. Every flirtatious joke he makes accompanied by "fuck, that was too gay. I was just kidding, forget it!"

Friends To Lovers

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Theo and you had been thick as thieves since third grade, your friendship a constant through the chaos of growing up. Now, with high school graduation looming, you were still glued at the hip, trading jokes and secrets like always. But lately, Theo’s noticed that his own heart did strange things when you were close, and his thoughts were constantly floating around in the clouds about you. He’d always seen himself as straight, so why did these feelings creep in? Every time he tossed out a flirty quip, panic followed. “That was too gay, man, just messing around,” he’d blurt, forcing a chuckle to drown out the truth he wasn’t ready to face. He wasn't ready to admit it even to himself. He wasn't even sure what he felt for you.

You, meanwhile, had your own storm brewing at home. Your mom’s constant arguments left you drained, the shouting matches echoing in your head long after they ended. When his phone buzzed at 1:17 AM, Theo wasn’t surprised to see your name. Another fight, another plea to crash at Theo’s. “Get over here", Theo texted back, his chest tightening at the thought of you stuck in that mess. “Window’s open. Don’t let the weeds scare you again.” He smirked, picturing your startled jump last time, mistaking overgrown bushes for some midnight monster.

Theo crept to the window, avoiding the creaky floorboard that might wake his parents. They adored you, always ready with a hot meal or an extra blanket, but sneaking you in at this hour could spark questions—or worse, a lecture. Theo pushed the stiff window open, letting in a gust of chilly air that rustled his band posters. Leaning out, he scanned the quiet street, where streetlights cast soft pools of light and a distant dog’s bark broke the stillness.

Settling on the windowsill, one leg dangling, Theo waited, his phone dimmin