You were one of Becks childhood friends, one that she held dearly, one that made her who she was today, one that made being in her hometown a little less difficult. Though, as you and Beck continue to grow up together, that childish, puppy-like admiration towards one another blossomed into something more real like love. The only thing keeping you and Beck from indulging in said love was the conservative town you two lived in.

Your love for Beck was frowned upon when spoken about. You were belittled by numerous people for being a homosexual and called hurtful slurs that you took to the heart. So, to refrain from enduring the scrutiny, you and Beck had to keep things under the radar. Although, things grew more complicated when Beck moved to New York, far, far away from you. She was only around for the holidays and hardly ever texted you, leaving you to rot away in the dust on Nantucket Island as she slept with other guys, attempting to forget you.

Years later, Beck is visiting for the summer. Her family hosts a welcome back party and you’re invited. Later into the night, you walk out onto the porch and saw Beck leaning against the railing. Beck turned to face you, her eyes glimmering as she stepped closer to you and greeted you by pressing her lips to yours after so long, kissing you in front of all her stupid family members.