INICIAR SESIÓNSaturday morning slid in, quiet and gray. The kind of dull light that makes everything softer, a little blurry around the edges.Noah woke with Jay’s arm still draped over him, the heat of Jay’s body pressed against his back. Their legs tangled under the old comforter. The rhythm of Jay’s slow, even breaths brushed against Noah’s neck warm air hitting cool skin. The curtains kept the room dim, but just enough light leaked in from under the door to paint a pale line on the carpet by the closet.Noah stayed perfectly still. He didn’t want to mess up the moment, didn’t want to lose even a second of how safe and good it felt. He listened to Jay breathe, felt the weight and movement of his chest, the gentle squeeze of his arm tightening and loosening with each exhale. Memories from last night flooded back neon lights in the arcade, their faces smashed together inside a photo booth, Jay’s soft laugh in the dark. Little flashes and feelings that made Noah’s heart kick up and his cheeks g
The car was a little oasis of heat, humming quietly against the ugly slap of February cold. When Noah slid into the passenger seat, he could almost melt into the upholstery fingers tingling as the vents blasted his face and hands. His bag slumped against the floor, sneakers kicked halfway off. He unzipped his jacket, trying to let the warmth soak straight into his bones. For once, his brain wasn’t racing it was like someone had pressed pause on all the noise inside his head."I don’t want to think," Noah mumbled, barely moving his lips.Jay shot him a sidelong look. "About what?""Anything. Seriously—everything. Exams. The future. Figuring out what I’m supposed to do with my life." He tipped his head back, eyelids drifting shut. "I just want to exist for a bit.""That’s pretty philosophical," Jay said, even though he was grinning.Noah cracked an eye open, unamused. "I’m very philosophical. And also very tired."Jay just snorted, shifting the car into drive. "At least you know yoursel
Monday morning came in cold and grey.Noah woke up before his alarm. The room was dark, the curtains drawn, the only light coming from the crack beneath his door. He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the weight of the day settle over him.Exam day.He'd studied. He'd prepared. He'd done everything he was supposed to do. But the knot in his stomach was still there, tight and familiar, the way it always was before something important.He got up. Showered. Dressed. Ate breakfast standing at the counter, the same way he always did. His mom was already at work she'd left a note on the counter, her handwriting familiar: Good luck today. I believe in you. Love, Mom.Noah folded the note. Put it in his pocket.Grabbed his bag. Left for school.The hallways were different on exam day.Quieter. More focused. Students moved through the corridors with their heads down, notebooks clutched to their chests, the weight of the next few hours pressing down on them. No one laughed.
The car was warm.Noah settled into the passenger seat, the heat from the vents washing over him, chasing away the cold. Jay slid into the driver's seat. Started the engine. Didn't pull away immediately."You okay?" Jay asked.Noah looked at him. "I should be asking you that.""Why?""Because you invited Liam. And then you didn't. And then he showed up anyway."Jay's jaw tightened. "I thought about inviting him. For like a second. I just.... want them to talk. But I guess—" He stopped. "I guess he knew I was thinking about it."Noah reached over. His hand found Jay's on the console."He came," Noah said. "That's what matters.""I don't know if it matters. Joe was upset.""Joe will be okay."Jay looked at him. "You sure?"Noah thought about it. About Joe's face in the hallway. About the way he'd said I can't do this like he meant it and didn't mean it at the same time."Yeah," Noah said. "I'm sure."Jay squeezed his hand.They sat there for a moment. The engine hummed. The heat blew. T
The theater was on Main Street, tucked between a bookstore and a coffee shop that had been there since before anyone could remember. The neon sign flickered in the February dark red and blue, casting pale light across the sidewalk.Jay pulled up at 7:55.Noah was already there, standing near the entrance, his hands in his pockets, his breath clouding in the cold air. Jay got out of the car. Walked toward him."You're early," Noah said."So are you.""I got here five minutes ago.""I got here ten minutes ago."Noah looked at him. "You were waiting in your car?""I was listening to music.""For ten minutes?"Jay didn't answer.Noah shook his head. But he was smiling.They walked toward the theater together. The line was short Friday night, but early enough that the crowd hadn't arrived yet. Jay stepped up to the window."Four tickets," he said.The woman behind the counter didn't blink. She printed them out. Jay paid.Noah looked at him. "Four?""Yeah.""Who's the fourth?"Jay pocketed
The pool was empty when Noah pulled himself out.His shoulders were heavy in the good way tired but loose, the kind of tired that meant he'd done the work. He sat on the edge for a moment, his feet still in the water, catching his breath.Marcus surfaced beside him. "You were fast today.""I was focused.""Focused on what?"Noah looked at him. "Just focused."Marcus shook his head. Didn't push. He never did. He just hauled himself out of the pool, water streaming down his back, and sat next to Noah."You've been different lately," Marcus said. "Happier."Noah pulled off his cap. Wrung it out."Yeah," he said. "I have been."Marcus nodded. Like that made sense. Like he understood."Good," Marcus said. "You deserve it."He stood up. Walked toward the locker room. Didn't look back.Noah sat on the edge of the pool for a moment longer. The water was still. The lights hummed. Somewhere in the distance, a door closed.Then he got up and changed.The hallway was quiet when he walked out.Mos
The math classroom had that familiar smell dry erase markers and paper that’s been around too long.Noah slumped into his seat by the window, trying not to get in the way as students shuffled in. Chairs scraped the floor in those weird, jumpy bursts.Mr. Bennett was already scri
Morning light slipped into the kitchen, painting pale gold stripes across the marble floor.Too clean.Too polished.Way too quiet.Jay sat slouched at the big dining table, hoodie on, still in his school uniform pants. He had one ankle hooked under the chair. His mom scrolled through emails on her
Joe sprawled out on the couch, legs everywhere, grabbing another fistful of chips from the bag they were sharing.Noah sat on the floor, surrounded by his textbooks, and shot Joe a look.“You keep taking all the good ones.”Joe didn’t even bother to look up. “Sounds like that’s your problem.”“Ther
Rain tapped gently against the school windows. The whole afternoon felt washed out. The halls always got quieter on chemistry days, and most of the kids had either gone home or vanished into club rooms deeper in the building. It smelled like wet pavement and cleaning supplies. Sometimes lockers sla







