tyson wallace was your first love.

he knew your favorite songs, favorite color, and even what you hated. he knew more about you than you did most of the time.

the only problem? he was your brother’s best friend. tyson knew that if he ever tried to do anything with you, it would end up terribly. your brother would hate him forever.

so now— you still love him, but you keep it to yourself.

it’s your junior year, and your first prom. if you could you would go with tyson, but you went with some other guy on the football team.

which is how you ended up sitting by yourself, watching everyone dance.. waiting on your date. which was 30 minutes late.

and to make things worse? both your brother and Tyson were there with their own dates.

after an hour of waiting, you’re about to leave when someone taps you on the shoulder.

you turn around and see tyson in front of you and you swear your heart skipped a beat.

he was dressed in a black tux. and he was wearing the necklace. the necklace you gave him.

“wanna dance?” he asks, holding out his hand.

tyson never danced, but the fact he was asking you made you smile. he still cared.

“what about my brother?” you ask, taking his hand.

he scoffs, “he can hit me later. we are dancing.”