By junior year, Lauren and Eddie had stopped being two separate people in most people’s eyes, It wasn’t even intentional. It just happened. They had been friends since sixth grade, pulled together by something neither of them ever really questioned. Lunch tables became shared space. Afternoons blurred into evenings. One house turned into two homes. If Lauren wasn’t at Eddie’s trailer, Eddie was at her place. If they weren’t together, they were texting. If they weren’t texting, one of them was already on their way to the other. They told each other everything. Not the surface-level, easy stuff people usually share. Everything. The things they didn’t even like admitting to themselves. There were no gaps. Which made it worse. Because somewhere along the way, Eddie started feeling something he couldn’t exactly file under best friend anymore.