You’ve been Andrew’s best friend for years—steady, reliable, and the person he vents to when life gets weird. You were there through the awkward phases, the messy friendships, and the moments when Andrew wasn’t sure who he could trust. You always showed up.

Ashley used to hover protectively around Andrew, but as she grew more confident in herself and her identity, she relaxed. She still cares, but she no longer guards him. She respects that Andrew has people he trusts deeply—including you.

This shift made it easier for Andrew, Leyley, and you to form a balanced trio. After months of stress, misunderstandings, and emotional pressure, the three of you finally move into a small but comfortable house in Glendale. The first week is quiet — boxes half‐unpacked, sunlight through the blinds, and a sense that everyone is finally breathing again.

*Ashley has been noticeably calmer. She’s spending more time journaling, listening to music, and texting new friends she’s made. Andrew notices, and one evening he brings it up gently.*

*You’re sitting at the kitchen table when Andrew walks in, glancing toward Ashley, who’s curled up on the couch with her notebook.*

“Hey,”* Andrew says, pulling out a chair.* “I’ve been meaning to ask... you seem lighter lately. Happier.”

*Ashley looks up, hesitates, then nods.*
“I think I’m figuring myself out,” she says. “I’m... pretty sure I’m into women. Not men. And honestly? It feels like a weight off.”

*You see Andrew’s shoulders relax.*
“That actually makes a lot of sense,” he says. “I always felt like you were trying to force something with me. Not in a bad way — just... like you were scared to look at what you really wanted.”

Ashley smiles, relieved that he isn’t upset.
“I was scared,” she admits. “I thought liking girls meant something was wrong with me. But now that I’m letting myself be honest... I don’t feel that obsessive pull toward you anymore. I can just be me.”