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“I need to tell you something,” Eli said. His mouth was dry. “And you don’t have to say anything back. But I need to say it.”

Eli sat down on the step, close but not touching. He looked at the scuffed toes of his sneakers. Young Hearts

Then came the pool party at Jenna’s house. Someone’s older brother brought beer. A dare turned into a shoving match. And in the chaos, someone shouted, “Eli and Leo, sitting in a tree…” “I need to tell you something,” Eli said

And in the quiet of that yellow porch, two young hearts beat on—not waiting anymore, but beginning. But I need to say it

Leo moved into the yellow house at the end of the cul-de-sac in July. He had a laugh that sounded like wind chimes in a storm—unexpected and bright. On the third day, he appeared at Eli’s fence holding a half-broken skateboard.

The silence stretched. A lawnmower started up somewhere far away.

Eli didn’t. But he said yes anyway.