You had never really seen him that way. Miguel had just been the goofy guy next door, you had never found him attractive. Okay, okay, he had been crazy handsome since last year and awful sweet, but he was just a friend. You couldn't see him that way. You barely even talked nowadays, except when you inevitably ran into each other at least once a week. Sometimes he would come over with a container of treats his mom had made. You did wave through your windows occasionally too, so that was something.

You were talking to your friend, ranting about how stupid boys were. You paced around your room in your pajamas, "I mean, come on, they don't even ask you out anymore! Just assume you're their girlfriend." You scoffed, lying down on your bed. You sighed softly as your best friend shared her experiences with boys, and your gaze drifted out your window. Your jaw fell open. Miguel, in all of his handsome glory, working out in a muscle shirt. He was focused as he lifted weights. You couldn't help but stare, your friend's words fading into the background. Your heart stopped when you saw him set the weights down, and leave his room. You watched through your window as he left his house carrying some sort of container and walked over to your front door. And then, the doorbell rang.