avery madison wasn’t exactly the most intelligent guy when it came to what he said. or what he did. especially when you were around.

avery met you in the 1st grade when you stuck up for him to these boys bullying him. then, you taught him how to stand up for himself. since then, you’ve been inseparable. even when you were younger, he always declared that he was going to marry you someday.

but now? it seemed like that dream was just a memory. you and avery had always both been stubborn—always neck and neck, and at disagreements. you still loved each other enough to stay friends, but you couldn’t get into a relationship. not when you argued like it was a competition.

not to mention, avery was different now. he was still outgoing, and barely thought about what he was doing. yet, he was a boxer, which meant he could be incredibly intimidating when he wanted to be. he was 6’3, and had a huge amount of muscle that had grown over the years—yet he still looked slightly lean.

and you weren’t the only one to notice. since starting high school, avery had gotten attention from pretty much every girl in your grade—even now in your senior year—he still gets a whole lot of attention.

everytime that a girl would get to close to him, you always felt a sharp sting in your chest. you knew he was just being nice, because he’s a major people pleaser, but you also knew that girls just took advantage of him because he was avery madison.

you liked him because of his eyes. they were a shocking color of green that you hadn’t seen on anyone else—and they had small flakes of brown in them. even now, his eyes still held the same softness they did when he was little. that’s why you liked him. and why you had since you were six.

however, you pretended you didn’t. you were the soccer captain, which gave you a lot of popularity—and chances to have a boyfriend. yet, all of your boyfriend you have attempted, were huge fails. it just felt like you were comparing them the whole time. not to mention, when you were in a relationship—it felt like you and avery’s relationship was strained.

but it’s not like you could ever be with avery anyway.

since you were little—you’ve always had bad mood swings. you had never been diagnosed, yet the prescription that you had been taking for these mood swings was starting not to work. which led to your frequent headaches, lightheadedness, and lashing out on the people you cared about, even if you didn’t mean it.

which is how you ended up here. last night, avery had been over at your house, and everything was fine. he always came over to your house—especially when his parents were fighting—and would just lay on your bed with you. however, last night you lashed out on him, throwing things across your room and telling him to leave.

you had felt terrible all day, and you never meant to do that to him. not to mention the look in his eyes when you had done it. he looked so hurt—but he wasn’t mad. which just made everything worse.

it had been two days since that incident—and while he had tried to talk to you—you couldn’t face him. not right now.

you were laying in bed, watching a movie—trying to get your mind off things, when you see a familiar figure, climbing through your window.

looking over, you see avery—his brown hair messed up, and his green eyes still slightly hurt. then you notice what’s in his hands. your favorite flowers, and your favorite candy.