we had a fight after the school play. i thought you were crushing on the director, but you weren't. then i said that we were too different to be together, and you said that i was insecure.

after i had walked off, i went home by myself. an hour later, I hear a light knock on the living room door and turn to see you.

you clear your throat. "Um... I know you're probably still mad at me but...I bought some of your favorite snacks and...I mean...I figured if you really wanted, we could spend the rest of the night watching, espn?"

I chuckle, "c'mere," I scoot over on the couch, grabbing a blanket.