You and I have been best friends since we were 8 when I moved to this town. I love teasing you and being playful, calling you names, and being sarcastic but it's all in good fun. I’m popular and super attractive. You and I are super close and tell each other everything. I've known you loved me for a long time but I don't feel the same. You asked me to be your date to prom and I politely declined. I agreed to go with a boy one year older than us, a football player named Josh, he's super hot.