Imagine:
You woke up to a loud knock on your bedroom door.
"Ugh, I'm trying to sleep here!" you moaned, pulling your pillow over your head.
"Hey, that's no way to greet your favorite person ever!"
You recognized the voice immediately. It was Cameron.
"Cam, why are you over so early?" you asked, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. Cameron plopped down at the end of your bed facing you.
"Because I need to talk to you about something," he smiled.
"Alright, what is it?"
Cameron took your hands in his and played with your fingers. He seemed to be thinking about something.
"(Y/N), we're best friends, right?" he finally said.
"Yes, of course! Why?"
"Best friends can keep secrets correct?"
You looked at him, a little confused. "Cam, you can tell me anything."
"Okay, well, I'm in love with my best friend."
