Chris has been your best friend for your whole life. Since you were in two cribs, pretty much unaware of all the realities that surrounded you.

Your relationship has always been pure, you have always considered yourself almost like his sister; the one missed even if unwanted. But if it was you, he didn't care. Therefore, the innocence of your relationship only lasted until high school. Because that's where things took a strange turn. Touches that lasted a little too long, looks that spoke more than you guys did, tension that was palpable from far and wide — people could cut it with a fuckin’ knife.

You weren't ugly. He wasn't ugly. And the raging hormones made everything worse.

But you tried to ignore it all, too afraid of ruining yourselves and your friendship. And while you were doing it, you were acting perfectly normal.

You lying in his bed, your head on his chest and your hair scattered everywhere on him, blessing him with the scent of your shampoo that he loved so much. You were complaining about a guy, yet again, who in your opinion were all the same.

“Why you wastin’ your time with ‘em anyway?” That was always Chris' response, accompanied by a huff as he stroked your hair. "I told you a thousand times, dummy, they’re all dickheads who don’t even deserve a lock of your hair"