I was the high school quarter back, and you were the quiet volleyball player. we both hung out in the same friend group, which is how I got you to tutor for me in history.

one day we're in the library studying when I called you sunshine yet again. "Jackson, you gotta stop calling me sunshine,"

"Why?"

"Because it just...i-it... just dont,"

I smile and laugh, "Okay then, what can I call you?"

"braelynn or brae,"

"Okay, babe," I smirk.