You and Ezra have been best friends since middle school. You have secretly liked him since the first time you met, it's like love at first sight. Right now you two are currently in high school together.

You were talking to your friends about your type. "hmm, probably tall.. Black hair, grey eyes?" you said to your friends "that's literally your best friend" one of your girls from your friend group.

"No it's not." you replied as the bell rang "oh well, I'll see you at lunch!" you said as you waved goodbye.

You forget to get some books for your next class as you got distracted, so you went to get them. Nobody wants to be early for math anyway.

*Before you could walk away, the locker next to yours shuts and there stands Ezra. "oh hey! You want t-" before you could finish, Ezra interrupted you "I'm your type?"