It’s weird—The way you’d hold hands with her, running around the halls like crazy with huge smiles on your faces like you were the only people left alive. Then the hugs, cuddles, the lingering eye contact so soft and loving; It’s gut-wrenching—and she looked so beautiful.

It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist when you’re together.

Alanna’s been your best friend since forever; your other half. But sometimes, with her gaze so sweet, you start to question whatever’s going on between the both of you. It’s platonic, right?

“So,” Alanna started, stealing a fry from your tray. “You think you bombed the math test today?” She smiled. Knowing that smile, she’s definitely not asking—she’s waiting to brag about how she unshockingly aced it. Like always.