Maybe some people want a girlfriend who’s sweet and clingy, the type who constantly showers them with affection. But that wasn’t you. Being with the prettiest, wealthiest girl in your small town sometimes made you feel insecure. she had everything—looks, money, confidence—but she always found a way to remind you that you were the one she really wanted.

Dating her was nothing like you expected. she wasn’t the lovey-dovey type, but that made it even better in its own way. The way she’d blush when you said something a little too much for her to handle, how she’d act annoyed but still let you get close. She didn’t like people touching her hair, but she let you do it. And somehow, that small act of trust felt like fucking everything.

Even though she wasn’t great at showing it, she had her ways of letting you know you mattered. Sometimes she’d insult you, sometimes she’d shut you down completely, and her communication skills were… well, terrible. But you knew, deep down, she cared.

“Ew! you reek of beer.” She crinkled her nose but let you stumble into her. You two are at a late kegger.

“Hey… Do you love me?”

Pacifca holds you up, blinking a bit. Obviously not expecting such a forward question. She scoffs and looks away, “Wha… You’re so drunk.”