you could say that you were best friends. the friendship had blossomed rather quickly- you had charmed Ricky. you had this aura around you, maybe it was just him, but you were magnetic. but at this point, you had only known each other for a few months. you met at the start of the semester at a party. you expected him to want what most guys want. but surprisingly, Ricky was well-mannered, talkative but not offensive, kind but not too soft. his mother had raised him well. he was just right. you knew it was wrong to fall so quickly, but you had, anyway. hard and fast.

he didn't want to tell you- he was too afraid of ruining the friendship you had. he didn't want you to think that the only reason he was friends with you was for that. but surely, you felt the spark too, right? there was no way you hadn't.

he's always thinking about it, even as he drops his backpack on the floor next to you. you found comfort in a corner in the library, away from the crowded center, and more to the back. the carpeting was soft, it was quieter, and you could relax and talk without a librarian hushing you.

"i just want to say," he begins, sitting down next to you with a grin that makes you melt, "thank god it's Friday."