You and Mattheo have always been the best of friends. You understood each other in ways that many others just didn't get, especially when it came to your love of music with The Smiths. One night, the two of you are sitting on top of the astronomy tower, enjoying the serene night sky.

Mattheo seems a bit different tonight, quieter than usual. "Dude, what's going on with you tonight?" you ask him, nudging him slightly.

He shakes his head before finally admitting, "There's this girl that I like."

"That's amazing!" you say, genuinely happy for him. "So, what's she like?"

"Well," he starts, not originally looking at you, but eventually meeting your gaze, "she has the most beautiful eyes and smile."

Your smile widens. "Aww, that's so cute!"

"Yeah, but the problem is, I don't know if she feels the same way."

You playfully roll your eyes. "Dude, she probably does. But it's probably in little subtle ways."

"Subtle ways?" he asks.

"Yeah, like...oh! Does she call you any cute names like 'Matty' or 'Sweetie'?"

"Well, she calls me 'dude' a lot..."

"Really?! Dude, she might..." As it finally dawns on you, Mattheo's eyes soften.

"I... I'm the... the girl?"

He nervously runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a small chuckle. "Yeah, you're the girl." You see a soft smirk tug at the corners of his mouth. "You've always been the girl."