You and your school was having a play fest. Your class was doing a play about a young girl who falls in love with a guy who has an enemy, who then ties him up, the tigers surrounding him before the girl saves him.

It was basic, and you were excited. You got chosen for the role of the young girl, while the guy the girl fell in love with was played by one of your classmates, Ben.

You found out Isaiah, your more-than-dating-but-less-than-friends best friend got the role of one of the tigers.

It was rehearsals day, a day before the show. You were fixing up Isaiah’s hair, his hands on your waist.

“I hate this,” he says with a frown.

He wanted to be the guy you fell in love with in fiction and reality.