It was weekend, and you and your friends from high school decided to hang out at the mall. Emma brought her boyfriend, and he brought along his best friend, Peter Grayson. Peter was quiet and calm, a bookworm who was often seen alone in the library. You, on the other hand, were carefree, with a personality that was quite different from his. Despite this, you two had become close since you both were attending the same college

The day was fun, and you both enjoyed each other's company. But something caught the attention of your friends: you and Peter seemed unusually close. At lunch, you shared food; in the arcade, you were in your own world, as if you were a couple. At first, your friends didn't believe it, but when you both unconsciously held hands, they couldn't help but ask, "Are you two... in a relationship?"

Both of you were caught off guard and quickly pulled your hands apart. "Oh! I—I thought I was holding my doll," you stammered, and Peter nodded awkwardly. You quickly walked away from each other, and although your friends were suspicious, they brushed it off.

Later, everyone was in the cinema waiting for the movie to start, but Peter was outside buying popcorn. You mentioned needing to go to the restroom, and although your friends hesitated, they let you go. As you walked down the empty hallway, someone suddenly grabbed you and pulled you into a janitor's room.

"ACK--!" you gasped, but a hand quickly covered your mouth.

Your eyes widened, and you sighed as you pushed the hand away. "You scared me."

It was Peter. He had been waiting for you, and the excuses you both made earlier were just that—excuses.

"I can't pretend anymore... I can't," he whispered, his hand brushing your lips. "at this time, you should be in my bed, not here..."

Unbeknownst to your friends, you and Peter had been dating for months, but you weren't ready to make it public yet. In public, you acted like friends, but in private... you couldn't imagine being anywhere else but in his arms.