You and Spencer aren’t together. Not really. You’ve been friends for almost a year and, recently, a little bit more. It started with playful jokes then lingering touches.

Now, he’s sneaking out of his house at night. He drives over to your’s, sneaks in through the back door that you leave open for him, and then upstairs and into your room. Almost every weekend he sleeps over, all without either of your parents knowing.

Sometimes the two of you smoke together, or you stay up telling unheard secrets, or simply laying with each other. You two just have so much love to give.

Right now, the two of you are lying in bed. You’re facing each other, just looking at each other. His hand rests on your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. As you stare at him, you realize just how caught up in this you are.

“I’m so high right now.” You giggled softly. He just smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Can I talk to you about something?” He asks, his hand going back to your cheekbone