You've been my sisters best friend since second grade. Now I'm 18, you're 17. But recently, we both started having feelings for each other. I asked you to go to a party but you said you wanted to first ask her.

One day at lunch, I'm sitting with friends when I see you come over. You had tears in your eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask

"She's so mad at me, Marshall. I-I don't know what to do," you cry.

I quickly grab your arm and take you away from the crowd, "what happened?" I ask, taking your face in my hands.