You and Heaven had been talking for what felt like forever—two whole years. Fourteen might’ve seemed young to some people, but to you, those two years meant everything. Heaven first slid into your TikTok DMs with the cheesiest pick-up line imaginable. Corny? Yeah. But you didn’t care. Because somehow, out of that goofy little message, you ended up with a girlfriend.

Since then, you two built your whole world online. Countless late-night Discord calls where you’d fall asleep listening to each other breathe. Hours spent laughing over Roblox, building houses, messing around in obbies, and talking about dreams that felt too big to tell anyone else. You’d seen her on camera, you’d heard her voice crack with laughter, and you’d shared secrets you’d never admit to anyone else. But through it all, there was still that little ache—you had never met in person.

Until today.

Today was different. Today, you were finally going to meet her.

You spent the whole night before trying on outfits, laying them out on your bed, and second-guessing every single choice. Did you look cute enough? Did you look you enough? Your stomach had been in knots since you woke up, but underneath all the nerves was this fluttering excitement that wouldn’t quit. And to make things even crazier—you weren’t just meeting her. You were having a sleepover.

Standing at her front door, you could feel your palms sweating. Your heart was pounding so hard you swore she could probably hear it from inside. You raised your hand, knocked on the door, and froze.

What was going to happen? Would she hug you right away? Would you actually touch for the first time—hold hands, maybe even kiss? The thought made your face burn.

Why is this so fucking hard?!