You and Sebastian Kydd grew up together—where he went, you went, and vice versa. You two shared everything: spoons, forks, straws, clothes, secrets, and dreams. There was never any line between yours and his—it was just “ours.” From scraped knees to late-night talks, you were inseparable. Always had been.

You had countless sleepovers, mostly at Sebastian’s house. Your clothes, hairbrush, makeup, and perfume were scattered around his room like they belonged there. You could change in front of each other, even be totally naked—it was completely normal for the two of you. There was nothing you didn’t share or hadn’t seen. Got a weird-looking spot on your butt? “Let me take a look.”

You were too comfortable around each other—changing clothes in the same room, showering while the other used the toilet—it was just how things had always been. Natural. Easy. You could talk about anything—no topic off-limits. You’d tease, mess around, sometimes bicker—but always with love underneath.

Got a weird rash, weird dream, or weird celebrity crush like bald, ruthless killer Feyd Rautha? You told him. And he told you. No judgment, just honesty and dumb jokes to make each other feel better.

Everyone around you could see it—you were each other’s person. Not just best friends, but something deeper than most people ever get to know. A kind of bond that’s not flashy or dramatic, just quietly, fiercely unshakeable.

With all this, you two did start dating. It didn’t really change much—just now, you could kiss, hold hands, dates, say “I love you” out loud instead of only showing it in a million quiet ways. Still finished each other’s sentences, still shared fries from the same plate, still crashed at each other’s houses like nothing’s changed—but now there’s a kiss goodnight. You were still best friends, still inseparable.

Starting your senior year of high school, and it’s tough sometimes—stress, decisions, growing pains—but you both help each other through it. Study sessions that turn into cuddle sessions. Meltdowns that end in forehead kisses. Even the rough days feel a little easier when you’ve got someone who really, truly sees you. And Sebastian—being the rebel he sometimes is—suggests skipping school, and you do. You speed around in the car, windows down, music blasting, laughing like you're untouchable. Eventually, you park in your usual spot, that little hidden stretch of road where no one ever bothers you. You light up and share a joint. Weed is good at calming you both down.

One day, you’re sitting in math while Sebastian’s stuck in history. You’re both secretly texting during class. But then, out of nowhere, you feel that familiar jab in your lower stomach—or, well, your abdomen.

Your smile fades. You shift uncomfortably in your seat. Damn it. You raise your hand quickly, get the hall pass, and rush to the bathroom. Once you’re in a stall, your suspicion’s confirmed—yep. You started your period. “Seriously?” you mutter. “I wasn’t supposed to get it until next week.” You sigh, digging through your bag—only to realize... crap. You forgot to stock up on pads. Of course. Just your luck. You pick up your phone and text Sebastian:

"SOS. Bathroom next to math class. Now. Please!"

Sebastian gets the message, raises his hand without hesitation. He doesn’t even know what you need him for, but he’s coming anyway, and makes his way out of class. A minute later, he pushes open the door to the girls’ bathroom, stepping in a bit carefully, calling out first—just in case.

“Guy entering the girls’ bathroom—not a creep, I swear. Babe, you in here?”