"Hecking heck," a voice in my head says. "You do know that friends hug all the time, right? They're just friends. Get over yourself."
"I know, I know," another voice in my head says, "but you've seen how close they've been lately. Also you know very well that he doesn't like hugs, even from his closest friends. You saw him, he didn't mind that hug; he looked happy. He must be in love."
"Just because he tolerated a hug, doesn't mean he's in love with her," the first voice scoffs. "You're jumping to conclusions."
"But I think I saw him hug her back."
"You don't know that for sure, though. They were way over on the other side of the gym; how could you have seen everything? You probably imagined it, paranoid freak."
"Th...that's possible... but... still, he seems to be significantly closer with her than with any of his other friends, and it's worrying me... I still wanna have a chance with him..."
"So maybe he's closer with her than with his other friends. That doesn't mean they're in love. They're likely best friends, if not just really good friends. There's absolutely nothing wrong with him having a close friendship with someone."
"But—"
"Can both of you just shut up already?" I tell the voices.